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If I say I'm sorry again, will you promise to beat the shit out of me with a stack of fine furs?
Fuckin' weirdo.
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| Originally posted by Aortik If I say I'm sorry again, will you promise to beat the shit out of me with a stack of fine furs? |
From the trailer, this looks completely unimpressive, just a pile of visuals over no substance.
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| Originally posted by Meat187 From the trailer, this looks completely unimpressive, just a pile of visuals over no substance. |
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| Originally posted by Minimalism does it you cunt? |
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| Originally posted by Minimalism http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/watchmen/ 80% so far http://www.aintitcool.com/node/40225 |
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| Originally posted by Meat187 Luckily, there's always a jerk with a minimal techno mix of an Armin track in his sig to point out my follies. |
definitely excited to see this.
Check out this behind the scenes cast interview!
It gives a good background story... I found it interesting 
Behind the Scenes: Watchmen
Off to see this in about half an hour. Wish me luck! And popcorn!
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| Originally posted by Sushipunk Off to see this in about half an hour. Wish me luck! And popcorn! |
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| Originally posted by bas It's actually out at the same time over there? Crazy. |
Saw this today at work. They were using the studios next door for the screening. Can't wait to see it in 3D now.
OMG it's really good 
This looks like it's going to be one of the biggest turds of 2009.
Anthony Lane is usually very forgiving so I will not waste my time and money on this.
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| DARK VISIONS �Watchmen� by Anthony Lane MARCH 9, 2009 The world of the graphic novel is a curious one. For every masterwork, such as �Persepolis� or �Maus,� there seem to be shelves of cod mythology and rainy dystopias, patrolled by rock-jawed heroes and their melon-breasted sidekicks. Fans of the stuff are masonically loyal, prickling with a defensiveness and an ardor that not even Wagnerians can match. One lord of the genre is a glowering, hairy Englishman named Alan Moore, the coauthor of �The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen� and �V for Vendetta.� Both of these have been turned into motion pictures; the first was merely an egregious waste of money, time, and talent, whereas the second was not quite as enjoyable as tripping over barbed wire and falling nose first into a nettle patch. In each case, the cry from readers was that the movie was doomed by its treacherous departure from the original; Moore distanced himself from both productions, and he has done so again with the new adaptation of �Watchmen.� The movie was written by David Hayter and Alex Tse, and directed by Zack Snyder, but nowhere do we see the name of Moore. The bad news about �Watchmen� is that it grinds and squelches on for two and a half hours, like a major operation. The good news is that you don�t have to stay past the opening credit sequence�easily the highlight of the film. In contrast to all that follows, it tells its tale briskly, showing how a bunch of crime-fighters formed a secret club known as the Minutemen, who in turn were succeeded by the Watchmen. This entails a whisk through history from the nineteen-forties to the eighties, with shots of masked figures shaking hands with John F. Kennedy, posing with Andy Warhol, and so forth; these are staged like Annie Leibovitz setups, and, indeed, just to ram home the in-joke, we later see a Leibovitz look-alike behind a camera. But must we have �The Times They Are A-Changin� � in the background? How long did it take the producers to arrive at that imaginative choice? And was Dylan happy to lend his name to a project from which all tenderness has been excised, and which prefers to paint mankind as a bevy of brutes? As far as superheroes go, two�s company but three or more is a drag, with no single character likely to secure our attention: just ask the X-Men, or the Fantastic Four, or the half-dozen Watchmen we get here. There is Rorschach (Jackie Earle Haley), a slip of a psychopath, his face often obscured by a bandagelike mask, on which inky patches constantly blot and re-form. There is Dan (Patrick Wilson), better known as Nite Owl, who keeps his old superhero outfit, rubbery and sharp-eared, locked away in his basement, presumably for fear of being sued for plagiarism by Bruce Wayne. There is the Comedian, real name Eddie Blake (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), whose tragic end, early in the film, we are invited to mourn, but who gets his revenge by popping up in innumerable flashbacks. There is Laurie, who goes by the sobriquet of Silk Spectre, as if hoping to become a top-class shampoo; she is played by Malin Akerman, whose line readings suggest that she is slightly defeated by the pressure of pretending to be one person, let alone two. Then there is Adrian Veidt (Matthew Goode), who likes to be called Ozymandias. Goode played Charles Ryder in last year�s �Brideshead Revisited,� and I fear that, even as Ozymandias murders millions from his Antarctic lair, which he does at the climax of �Watchmen,� Goode�s floppy blond locks and swallowed consonants remain those of a young gadabout who might, at worst, twist the leg off his Teddy bear. Last and hugest is Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup), who is buff, buck naked, and blue, like a porn star left overnight in a meat locker. Whether his fellow-Watchmen have true superpowers, as opposed to a pathological bent for fisticuffs, I never quite worked out, but this guy is the real deal. He was once a physicist, but, after an unfortunate mishap, he found himself reintegrated as a radioactive being, equipped to peer into the future, nip to Mars for the afternoon, and divide into multiples of himself for nuclear-powered group sex. I felt sorry for Crudup, a thoughtful actor forced to spout gibberish about the meaning of time and, much worse, to have that lovely shy smile of his wiped by special effects. Dr. Manhattan is central to Moore�s chronological conceit, which is that President Nixon (Robert Wisden), having used our blue friend to annihilate the Vietcong, wins the Vietnam War and, by 1985�the era in which the bulk of the tale takes place�is somehow serving a third term. �Watchmen,� like �V for Vendetta,� harbors ambitions of political satire, and, to be fair, it should meet the needs of any leering nineteen-year-old who believes that America is ruled by the military-industrial complex, and whose deepest fear�deeper even than that of meeting a woman who requests intelligent conversation�is that the Warren Commission may have been right all along. The problem is that Snyder, following Moore, is so insanely aroused by the look of vengeance, and by the stylized application of physical power, that the film ends up twice as fascistic as the forces it wishes to lampoon. The result is perfectly calibrated for its target group: nobody over twenty-five could take any joy from the savagery that is fleshed out onscreen, just as nobody under eighteen should be allowed to witness it. You want to see Rorschach swing a meat cleaver repeatedly into the skull of a pedophile, and two dogs wrestle over the leg bone of his young victim? Go ahead. You want to see the attempted rape of a superwoman, her bright latex costume cast aside and her head banged against the baize of a pool table? The assault is there in Moore�s book, one panel of which homes in on the blood that leaps from her punched mouth, but the pool table is Snyder�s own embroidery. You want to hear Moore�s attempt at urban jeremiad? �This awful city, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children.� That line from the book may be meant as a punky retread of James Ellroy, but it sounds to me like a writer trying much, much too hard; either way, it makes it directly into the movie, as one of Rorschach�s voice-overs. (And still the adaptation won�t be slavish enough for some.) Amid these pompous grabs at horror, neither author nor director has much grasp of what genuine, unhyped suffering might be like, or what pity should attend it; they are too busy fussing over the fate of the human race�a sure sign of metaphysical vulgarity�to be bothered with lesser plights. In the end, with a gaping pit where New York used to be, most of the surviving Watchmen agree that the loss of the Eastern Seaboard was a small price to pay for global peace. Incoherent, overblown, and grimy with misogyny, �Watchmen� marks the final demolition of the comic strip, and it leaves you wondering: where did the comedy go? |
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nobody over twenty-five could take any joy from the savagery that is fleshed out onscreen |
I don't agree with half of what he writes but I can tell what kind of movie it will be based on having read plenty of his reviews in the past.
What he means is, no one who watches movies like him and I. If I really want to dumb myself down I usually just get piss drunk.
His gripes appear to be more about the actual book than the movie, which is absolutely ridiculous.
yeah, thats all well and good but i still reckon a movie has to be seen before you can write it off 100%
Is Anthony Lane a comic book fan? A Watchmen fan?
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I respectfully disagree with his, in this case.
Seems like he really dislikes fantasy type stuff.
After 17 reviews, it's gotten a 53 at MetaCritic. Looks like it'll be one of those totally divisive flics.
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