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Fomos ver este filme na 2ªf da semana passada.

Não tive tempo, na altura, de expressar o entusiamo que me despertou, mas não quero que passe em branco. Fui vê-lo por sugestão do Bruno, não sabendo absolutamente nada sobre o filme antes de o ver (muito raro, no meu caso). Fiquei fã absoluta. Achei o filme espectacular. Adorei a história e achei-a extremamente actual. I found it to be really inspirational. You know, the kind of film that makes you want to go out and do something, that blows some strenght, some energy, some hope, some courage on to you.

Espero que a nossa sociedade (a ocidental) consiga evitar situações sociais como aquela, com governos repressivos, falta de liberdade, censura, rejeição da diferença, personagens auto-proclamadas salvadores da pátria, etc. E, sobretudo, espero que, caso se chegue a realidades tais, o povo consiga manter "aquele último reduto de nós próprios, a nossa integridade" e libertar-se do medo, regaining freedom, life!, through some revolution!… I know, i'm a hopelessly romantic daydreamer.
Uma transcrição (obtida aqui) de um dos momentos principais do filme:

«Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security, the familiar, the tranquility, repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the annunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance, and depression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillence coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myraid of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence.

Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.»

"Remember, remember, the 5th of November!"