“Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.”—
The whole thing is written and performed like a goddamn fan fiction. James Cameron managed to shove every teenage fantasy stereotype and cliche that he possibly could into that movie. The man sure can direct a sweeping action sequence, but he hasn’t a clue about how to eke out convincing performances from his actors. The extremely conventional writing is effective, no doubt; it still got my tear ducts working. But it was just so irritatingly cringeworthy, especially the thought that so many people have been manipulated by the script’s easy sentiment to the point that they are in love with this film… That says something about the appeal of the mediocre (and the power of spectacle) to the masses , I suppose.