At the time of writing, scenes from this movie are playing out in real time, with real populations, in major cities across the world.
It's no cosplay. Yet the masks are the same as that worn by V in the movie. They're not aping the dialogue, reciting lines word for word, but all that is being yelled across police lines is in the spirit of this movie.
Today is November 5th 2014 and the Million Mask March plays out on livestreams in the corner of my screen. 'V for Vendetta' didn't cause this. It merely gave it form. But it's a form recognizable across the globe, enacting real change and tomfoolery too.
I've seen this mask mowed down in blood in Gaza. I've watched it storm a tyrant's palace in Cairo. I'm watching it right now, toppled to the ground beneath a police frenzy in front of Washington's Capitol Building. V's mask is being torn from the face of an individual, who dared to walk upon common ground with his hands up in the air.
That's reality. 'V for Vendetta' inspired the action, the look and the dialogue. But not the spirit. That existed always and ever, in the last dying inch of us all. Which is why we recognized its language, encapsulated in this movie, handed to us on the silver screen as a means by which we may converse.