Wow. Watchmen. I don't think I've felt so violently in quite a while. I had to think twice about everything that happened, because a later event would change my previous assumption. Like, what happened to The Comedian. After everyone revealed what he had done in those private, last respects, I'd abandoned what little sympathy I had for him. Halfway through the movie, Raw(r) Shack made me understand what had made him that way. The Comedian chose to take all of Man's deepest impurities and magnify them so intensely that he became a sick parody of life. But he was one of the goodguys!
And every character was so complex in this way; no one was perfect and no one was purely evil. They all had real flaws we could see in each other every day, those people we're supposed to trust to be our saviours.
I have so much more to write but I fear it's beyond my level of coherency at the moment. I don't think I'll find I've made sense or just spewed mindless chatter until I read this all tomorrow.
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