Four hundred years ago last November, an anarchist by the name of Guy Fawkes was discovered in the bowels of Britain's House of Lords, surrounded by 36 barrels of gunpowder with which he and a dozen co-conspirators planned to blow both houses of Parliament—and, luck willing, King James I—to smithereens. Fawkes and company were Catholics, you see, hoping to bring an end to the Anglican James' staunchly anti-Catholic reign. But they failed and were summarily hanged for what is now known as "the gunpowder treason." In the four centuries since, Fawkes has become a storied figure, his motives alternately validated and vilified as the occasion has seen fit. And now a big-budget movie has come along to perform a wholesale act of image rehabilitation, transforming Fawkes from terrorist into one of those folk heroes whose retribution-dispensing agenda dovetails nicely with the greater good of an entire nation. He's like Robin Hood, the Scarlet Pimpernel and Jean Valjean... More >>>