Last evening my brother and I watched 2005's V for Vendetta via one of the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. The movie was one I had listed a couple or so years ago because I took a shine to Natalie Portman and wanted to see her other movies over time.
The movie was definitely enjoyable, but the sound effects far outstripped the conversation. To clearly hear the dialogue, one had to run the risk of being deafened by those aural assaults. This definitely weakened the overall value of the film, for I was constantly jacking up the volume and then having to drastically reduce it. I would have preferred to have just been allowed to lose myself in the story.
The movie was over 2½ hours long, so this volume modulation became a chore.
I see that the actor portraying "V" (i.e., Hugo Weaving) is approximately 21 years senior to Natalie. He certainly had a beautiful voice in the role as the disguised man who was so burned that he never revealed his face. And after his death, Natalie's character honoured him by not lifting the mask to have a peek.
It made sense that "V" fell in love with Natalie's character ─ he would have been profoundly lonely, never being able to expose his fire-scarred features to anyone.
The movie had its flaws, of course. The main one for me was when he abducted Natalie's character right after she witnessed her large and older Gay friend "Gordon" get savagely beaten and then dragged away by the authorities as she hid beneath a bed.
"V" kidnapped her and kept her imprisoned to make her believe that she, too, had been taken prisoner by the authorities. Ostensibly, "V" wanted her to become hardened by the loss of her fear.
What was so phony to me was that "V" needed to have people helping him pull off this stunt, yet he did not have anyone like that. Now, I never suspected that Natalie's character was not being held in some prison, so I didn't pay all that much attention, but it seemed to me that more than one person was involved in shaving her head (as one example). And I was certain that I had seen more than one person hauling her about when she was being regularly interrogated ─ more than one person (in other words, more than just "V") were doing these things to her.
Yet "V" did not have any confederates ─ which is why he fell in love with Natalie's character. He was utterly alone in life.
Nevertheless, despite the movie's flaws, I very much liked it and saw so many similarities with what is happening today here in my Canada.
Another show I wish to mention from last evening was the T.V. series Cuckoo ─ my brother and I finally saw the series finale.
I don't know if the series ended abruptly and thus the finale was only supposed to be a cliffhanger, leaving us until the start of a new season to find out if Greg Davies' character won the local election or not. But if it was a deliberate ending to the entire series, then I am not impressed.
Overall, the series had some bizarre omissions in the basic storyline during the gaps between a couple of the seasons that even my generally unaware younger brother noticed.
It was a bit of a treat seeing lovely actress Andie MacDowell become a regular in the final season ─ she could still look pretty damned hot when she wanted to.
I am going to have to hunt up some other T.V. series that large actor Greg Davies figured in ─ my brother and I enjoy the guy.
The actress playing his nubile daughter in Cuckoo was sure a pretty thing ─ Esther Smith:
I honestly cannot remember any longer if I noticed that Esther actually debuted in that role with the advent of the second season, replacing actress Tamla Kari:
My brother and I began watching the series at least a couple of years ago, so I now cannot remember if I noticed the actress change or not.
But onward with this post ─ I have a bath in store, and my wife is home, having had today off work.
I got to bed into the midnight hour last night, yet I rose just after 4 a.m. for a bathroom break, and then decided that I was too awake to waste the opportunity to not get out for a quiet walk.
And so I dressed and headed out in the chilly dark, putting in well over a mile overall. Every little such excursion helps my legs and feet to adjust to the activity, and remember what they were once so able at doing.
I acquired a little more sleep thereafter.
A little later in the morning, my brother and I were to watch a Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson video that had a fair bit of connectivity trouble over the course of its better than 1½ hours, but it was quite interesting regardless: Dr. Roger Hodkinson & Momma Bears.
Dr. Hodkinson never said anything that I was not already privy to, but he never holds much back and is excellent for that reason. However, what I found most involving in the video were the family of three who were to follow him at approximately the hour (or 60-minute) mark.
This family live in Surrey, as do I. I do not know them, but the mother had an appalling experience to relate that took place when she tried to visit one of our benighted libraries with her mentally challenged 14-year-old son in order to get a couple of library books about explorers.
Not only did the library staff prove inflexible about their mandated wearing of useless face masks, but even the ignorant library patrons verbally attacked the mother and her son. A police officer who arrived on the scene had some understanding that face mask exemptions are to be accepted here in Surrey, but he would not enforce this over the evidently superior mandates of the damned library.
I am disgusted by the conduct of all concerned at the Surrey Library. If I had a membership, I believe that I would likely cancel it.
The only other thing I want to speak of before I close out of this post in favour of a needed bath is the weather. There was some frost overnight; but just ahead of 10 a.m. today, it began trying to snow. This has gone on over the entire day, but light rain has come to prevail and keep the snow from accumulating.
Nevertheless, I do wonder what is in store overnight if the cold maintains.
Darn it, already it is nearly 6:30 p.m. and I can dally here no longer.
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