Wow! I f-ing loved Watchman. I've been begging the movie-making Gods to please bring me a sci-fi movie that is even sort of as close to being as interesting as The Matrix. Had I predicted that ten years later it would be a God with a name of Dr. Manhattan (Billy Crudup) that would come in the form of a glowing, blue, naked man with a digitally enhanced schlong, maybe I would have stopped praying. Glad I didn't because this movie rocked. (Though maybe they could have quid pro quo digitally enhanced Carla Gugino's skeeter bites in equally engorged proportions as Crudup's noodle... oh well... Carla, as Silk Spectre, is still smokin' hot and brought out of obscurity and likely captured the desires of many-a-mortal man wanting to super-f the sh*t out of her.)
The film is an adaptation of the critically acclaimed graphic novel of the same name, and visually, has replicated cells of the novel directly into frames of the movie. Amazing. And the unwieldy story, that's been tossed around Hollywood for 20 years as an impossibility to bring to the screen, has finally been tastefully (besides all the man *ss), respectfully and thrillingly brought to life. Kudos to director Zack Snyder (who also brought us 300). Just watch the movie trailer and read on because...
