OK. Watchmen. If you saw the movie on opening night (like I did) you probably don’t have too many questions about what happened unless you were dragged to the theater by somebody else. If you don’t know what Rorschach means, then by all means, please just Wiki that shit and come back. I’ll wait.
All right then. Welcome back. The bottom line is, I liked the movie. I read the book over a year ago in a single day and was just captured by it. There’s a lot going on with the multiple stories (a few of which were pruned from the theater release) but they really kept the meaty parts of it. Go read the book. It’s certainly worth it. And don’t complain to me that you don’t read comic books. There’s as much text printed in Watchmen the book as there is in any Janet Evanovich dime-novel. The sex scenes are probably better in the Evanovich tales, but the story telling in Watchmen is deep and fulfilling. And the movie features both tits and dick. If that motivates you in any way to see it, I’m not above using it to lure you to the theater.
I’m sure something else has occurred in the world worth mentioning at this point, but really, blue-cock and explosions are more entertaining. It wasn’t the cinematic masterpiece it promised to be, but it’s one of the more true graphic-novel adaptions to have been made in the last five years. Hands down. And it’s certainly better than The Jonas Brothers movie.