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If someone sat down one day and decided to write and direct a movie solely for my benefit, they'd still have a hard time coming up with a way to hit more of my kinks than V for Vendetta. Just. Yum. With the wordplay, and the theme of the V's, and the man vs. the idea discussions, and V's realization that he's not part of the new world, and the dystopia and the lesbianism and Natalie Portman being gorgeous and just. If this film was sex, I wouldn't be able to *walk* tomorrow.

And I know it's not as smart as it wants to believe it is. And yes, I realize that it probably ruins the genius of the graphic novel. But still. All my kinks people! All of them!

Current Mood: glee!
Current Music: End Credits

So I'm totally failing at my to-do-list. But at least my bike is clean, and as soon as Veronica Mars is done, I'm going swimming. I swear. I really, really am. Or maybe I'll pack. Or write my Danish essay.

Or maybe I'll sit here waffling and reading fic. Except not.

Anyway, the reason I'm posting is not because I'm indecisive (well, not entirely), but because I want to squee about V for Vendetta, which I just saw. And it's wonderful. It really is. Everything I could ever want in a movie, really - politics, rebellion, flawed, troubled superhero, 1984-esque storyline, lesbian subplot, Natalie Portman, British history, Stephen Fry - how can I *not* love that? I cried twice during the movie: ( spoilers )

Now I really am going swimming. Really.

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: in the valley of indecision
Current Music: Without a Trace