Well it’s Guy Fawkes day, so I guess we’ll talk about V for Vendetta. How about this one?

V is the story of a supervillain who does what he does for arguably the right reasons. He murders, destroys, tortures, drives insane, manipulates – he commits so many evil acts that calling him a hero is interesting. Alan Moore himself has described it as “a terrorist superhero story”, but for any similarities to Batman and the Shadow are superficial at best. No, V’s every action and aspect are objectively what supervillains do. He has an origin story built on medical experimentation and dehumanization, a lingering kind of insanity throughout his dialog, let alone his actual not-fun insanity throbbing underneath. He has a Winchester Mystery House kind of  lair, with interlocking rooms and doors that lead nowhere. He has racks and racks of disguises, a dead (non-romantic) love he’s dedicated his life to. He grows roses, he stockpiles plastic explosives. He subjects people to torture in order to force them to think like he does, to recreate versions of himself.  He kidnaps a young girl, has her help him commit murder, she leaves him, he kidnaps her again, destroys her personality through concentration camp-style tactics bringing her to the brink of death, and then on the event of his death he asks her to literally become him.

V is a bad person, who does what he does because it’s right. He wants to make the world a better place, and the only way he can do that is by burning a society down to its knees, just to prove a point. The brilliance of V for Vendetta is that not once do you ever think V is wrong. Not once. He is completely in the right, killing his way across his past so as to clear a path to bringing down an entire fascist government. He is either enacting a Hitchcockian revenge plot and then escalating to a society, or misdirecting the cops. Still – because of the way he moves, the way he talks from the first scene on – V is doing what he does because he knows it needs to be done. Moore and Lloyd are truly interested in portraying the terrorist, the villain, as a moral force.

That, of course, does not mean that he’s not evil.

That’s whats worth rereading V for Vendetta for the millionth time again. Because instead of a morality play in which we learn that fascism is wrong, we are given a story with no easy answers. V for Vendetta’s core is Evey’s experience in the prison, and the framed story of Valerie. There’s no disputing what that means. But in the story around it, we learn that ideology almost always hurts someone when its put into practice. That putting ideas over people is always damaging, and no matter what lengths are gone to and how right you are, you’ve ultimately compromised any ideals you had in the first place.

The end of V for Vendetta is Evey taking on the face of evil in order to do the right thing, because there’s no other way to complete V’s plot. It’s a malicious force asserting itself on a character we know to be innocent to commit its last wish on the earth. It is a possession, the demon of anarchy taking another host. It forces us as readers to see the horror in the moment, as well as the beauty.

The shitty fucking movie left that part out.