Here's what I thought of it (my Amazon review):
Glorifying terrorism, and celebrating the Catholic Gunpowder Plot as its main inspiration, this idealogically-dated hodgepodge is over two hours of tedium, with the somewhat disturbing spectacle of the destruction of the Westminster Clock tower and the Houses of Parliament as its denouement.
The writer continually attempts to lift the intellectual level of the story by means of overlong quotes from 'highbrow' literature and tediously extended alliterative wordplay.
Characters speak with one voice: an unnatural, amateurish English lit student screenplay-speak. The screenplay is weak and often falls flat. Cultural references seem also to have a personal slant, such as V's repeated viewing of his favourite film, The Count of Monte Cristo. Irritating, ideological cant about the absolute power of words brings the question of why so many bombs and knives are necessary for V's mission.
Natalie Portman's accent grates on the British ear. The opening narration is studied and passable, but some way into the film she seems to adopt an Australian accent.
There is also a comedy montage with Stephen Fry in the middle of the film which is wholly inappropriate and which completely destroys the small amount of tension the film manages to build.
V can get through any security system, and can somehow persuade battalions of armed guards to attack him at a maximum of two at a time. He also lives undiscovered in a large underground complex. All pragmatic questions are glossed over and left unanswered.
One of the worst films I've sat through. Had I not been in company I would not have done so.