I caught the midnight showing of Watchmen last night. Even though I’m running on coffee and three hours of sleep, I’ll force my opinions upon your mostly-willing mind. (Let’s be fair: if you weren’t willing, you’d have stopped reading, probably at some point in the last few months.)
Since I hold a position in the Educational field, I decided to grade the movie. All said and done, I give this film a solid B. Not mediocre, but not excellent.
I understand that a lot of my opinion comes from my prejudices as both Fanboy and Literary-Critic-in-Training, so I’ll keep things fairly even-handed. I’m not going to nitpick over minutiae, like “Rorschach should have called the Silk Specter ‘Ms. Juspeczyk’ instead of ‘Ms. Jupiter’ because that was a very important subplot regarding Laurie’s relationship to her mother in the book” or “Why weren’t Rorschach’s pants purple?” And don’t worry, I’ll only mention Dr. Manhattan’s gargantuan, blue wang once.
Seriously, though, that must have been the first thing Jon Osterman did when he realized he could rebuild his body in any way he wanted.
