Oh great I’ve just ruined practically any chance I have of enjoying the Watchmen movie by reading the graphic novel. For years, decades, I’ve been hearing that Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’s book is brilliant, complex, groundbreaking, a masterwork of ruthless psychological realism. Fanboys, I sniggered and rolled my eyeballsâ€”secretly, because I don’t want to come home to my apartment to find that a truck has been assembled in my living room.
Years pass, the ownership issues are sorted out by competing studios, the movie opens soon, and the portents are not good: the director’s previous movie is the abdominal workout fantasy 300, and Alan Moore has already dismissed the film adaptation. And then I have to go and read the graphic novel, which turns out to be brilliant, complex, groundbreaking, a masterwork of ruthless psychological realism. Blast, screwed my own movie viewing.
Still, the filmmakers might spring a surpriseâ€”what are we movie lovers if not optimists with an endless capacity for rationalization. I enjoyed Zack Snyder’s Dawn of the Deadâ€”most of it anyway, until the humans stupidly decided to leave the mall. Or was that a different zombie movie. Billy Crudup’s in Watchmen, naked, except that he’s blue (Dr. Manhattan). Matthew Goode is Ozymandias: I hope he’s awake this time, because in the Brideshead Revisited movie his role could’ve been played with more verve by a two-by-four. (Who cast Ben Whishaw as Sebastian?!!) The only signs of life in that flatliner were Emma Thompson and Michael Gambon, and even they looked bored.
I’m looking at imdb and…there’s going to be a sequel to 300? What, they rise from the dead?