In a world of opression. Where freedom is a notion of the past. Where literature and the arts and religion are banned.
One man stands alone in the face of the government. Attempting to destroy their means of control, their media their figures their buildings. Attempting to bring the drones that are the citizens back to life.
I absolutely loved the story line and the dialogue. Will leave you with one of my favourite parts.
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November,/ The Gunpowder Treason and Plot… / I know of no reason/ Why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot… But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in his 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I’ve witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I’ve seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them… but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love… And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man… A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.