In this masterpiece of comics, Alan Moore raises very beautiful way the myth of the masked avenger. In a fascist, totalitarian England reminiscent of the finest pages in 1984 and the most beautiful escapades of a Mussolini, the population is scared, prey to oppression and deprivation of fundamental freedoms. A man stands alone against the system. The positive point of this comic is that you can accumulate superlatives without any fear of lapsing into focus. We are dealing with a masterpiece, all artistic media. Political fiction is a difficult genre, which often turns into indictment simplistic and naive, if not demagogic. Now here Alan Moore demonstrated extremely subtle, skillfully wielding the themes of fascism and xenophobia. These are undeniably a BD rich, mature and adult. Then there V, this character who exudes charisma and power out of the ordinary. His mask, his passion for Shakespeare, tirades moonlight, staging, her casually, determination fascinate and seduce. Who is V? What are his motives? And if each of us could or had the duty to be V? The anonymity of V and unanswered questions involved in its charm. Finally dialogues with fine gold and sad and disillusioned drawing (which can put off the start) to complete V for Vendetta enter the pantheon of the ninth art.
