This past Sunday I took SBX to see it, who hails from England, and I was worried that the London setting and the hyper-stylized themes would be too corny and/or too upsetting for her? I warned her that this movie will polarize people. As I watched it a second time with a packed audience, I was moved and thrilled just as I was at the first viewing. And, thankfully, SBX was just as moved and thrilled by its subversive tale, if not more. We both were in NYC on 9/11 and SBX wondered how America would react if it were the White House that was blown up rather than Parliament? Last night, I wished SBX goodnight over the telephone and she was rushing to hit hay so she could read the graphic novel, V FOR VENDETTA, in its pure form. I have to admit, I left that conversation pleased.
In the movie, "eggy in the basket," a certain type of English breakfast [not the tea], is prepared for the female protagonist, twice, by people who deeply care for her. I'd never seen this meal before and it made me curious. Yesterday morning I was searching my refrigerator for food when I came across two slices of whole wheat bread, butter, and eggs. Compelled to adapt British fair, I employed my culinary instincts and went to town. I must say, SBX would have been proud.