V for Vandetta

Review by: Evans

I think I even heard my buddy snoring...
V is boring.



V is for bad.



V is for blah.



V is for bummer.



V is for broken record. Once again we have a movie where all the cool scenes were in the previews and
commercials. Well, cool scenes minus one. There was a sweet fight scene at the end that I don't think was
in any of the previews. Wow this movie seemed long and slow. I think I even heard my buddy snoring.



The alliteration was pretty cool, but...



...the pain in my pupils as I peered at the progressing picture almost pushed me to the point of passing
out. You see, I was pooped from a prolonged 8 hour period of "paying the bills" at my place of profession.
I had pondered that I could placate my person with a picture starring Ms. Portman - how perfect?! Perfect for
a person who's pulse palpitates with passion for Ms. Portman! Painfully, as I was perched on my posterier,
I learned that my plan was getting pancaked before my very peepers. Even though the picture was poor,
Ms. Portman pulled off a presentable performance. Who else could look so pleasing going from prodigious
curls to a plain head? She's precious! Pico + Portman = Perfectness. Perhaps I should pause my parable
about Ms. Portman, so she won't feel pressed to propel her paid professional protection upon my person... painfully.
Please don't Ms. Portman. It is my last pitiful plea.



Phew...!



Bottom line - V is for anything opposite of victorious.




Until that day,



EVANS = "not to see"

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