The Watchmen

I have taken a long-time between blogs...why?? because I got caught up with facebook...evil, horrible facebook...oh forgive me facebook, I love you!!

So I went and saw The Watchmen on Tuesday night (got to love cheap arse Tuesday movie sessions) - and saw it in a surprisingly uncrowded theatre in Broadway.

Having read bits of the comic....I mean Graphic Novel, I was semi looking forward to the film, and especially I had super keen friends who talked non-stop about this film up to its release.

The film left me feeling cold and not in a good way. The opening credits were amazing, giving me the hope that the film would be just that....but after a while after listening to these characters...I couldn't help but think that they were all dicks. The more they spoke, the more I hated them.

Dr Manhattan (the blue guy who was a nudist...I mean, believed he was a god therefore clothes were irrelevant)annoyed the shit out of me because he thought he was better then everyone else. Just because you're powerful DOESN'T mean you are a better person...I mean, just look at George Bush...was powerful, complete moron.

Veldt was pompous. You hardly saw him, and all of a sudden he turns up at the end, with this grand master scheme - and I was like, um who are you?? oh yeah, you are the smartest man alive. Still that doesn't give you the right to chose who lives or who dies. WTF??!!

Nite Owl and Silk Spectre II - what an awkward sex scene....it kind of illustrated Dan's (Nite Owls) fetish for costumes and Laurie (Silk) being co-dependent didn't really make her a strong, independent woman a superhero should be...just makes her needy jumping from Dr Manhattan to Dan so easily and quickly. Yes, superhero's should have flaws...but her flaws made her unlikeable.

The Comedian. He was evil, yet defined as a Super Hero - sorry, but I just don't understand that. He was a dick. I was never sorry that he died, I never felt sorry for him, not even when he had is sobbing breakdown - because he felt sorry for himself, not for what he had done.

Rorschach. The only redeeming character in my opinion. He was there for the search of honour, truth and justice...which kind of turned him mad. He was the true superhero in this league, as he walked the earth alone, died alone fighting for what was right, and getting the win after his death.

All in all, it was an okay film. I liked it, don't get me wrong, but there was so many elements (including the random soundtrack where it times it worked and at other times it didn't - eg 99 Red Balloons and Lenard Cohen's Hallelujah) that stopped me from loving it.

6/10