ANGRY

My best friend called me on the phone tonight, and in the middle of an otherwise normal conversation started to make blatant references that TODAY is the 5th of November. As if I'd know what she meant.

Then she clarified it as a reference to “V for Vendetta.” She was shocked that I've not seen the movie and declared we "have to see it next time we hang out." I explained my distaste for the movie. She started to recite some damned rhyme about the 5th of November. I hung up.

THEN I GOT MAD.

This is what I released upon another friend a few moments later:



I refuse to watch that movie or acknowledge its existence. My distaste for it rivals my distaste for those three movies George Lucas never made.

As a foreword, I haven't seen the film because I refuse to. My reasons are simple: I take my politics seriously, as I take my dystopian societies seriously. I think, from what I've seen/heard/read that the movie goes into no actual depth, preferring to appeal to the masses with lofty, overblown symbolism and blatant references to the current world order while providing no actual commentary or conclusion/solution/lesson. It’s cheesy. It doesn't give any sort of realistic bent to revolution, and trivializes the entire process with visuals that are backed by air alone.

I HATE what that movie spawned.

More fuckin' kids and stupid adults who think they've found some goddamned enlightenment and truth in a weakly portrayed, childish movie that makes light of complicated cultural-political-humanistic issues. They think they know something. They fancy themselves revolutionaries, and scholars, and people of importance. They think they're so intelligent because they "woke up" or whatever the fuck the matrix told them to do years ago and they also blindly followed.

Pretentious philosopher-wannabes.

I liked the first matrix, but I hate the people who took it to heart and decided it was like a gospel. These people like the movie, praise it to all ends because they get a high off feeling like they mean something.

They pretend to be important, and knowledgeable, and rebellious. But they'd never in a million years actually STUDY the politics, social developments, and psychology of mass movements that they CLAIM to have some nirvana like enlightenment about.

The worst part of all is that the very concepts in the movie are flawed to begin with, but not a single one of these “followers” are willing to see that – or admit to it when it’s spelled out in front of them.

They should just put on their little Che t-shirts, camo pants, arm bands, buttons, and whatever else they have that's self important and "radical" and go masturbate until deus ex machina rids the world of tyranny.

Fuckin’ bastards. All of them!