Who Watches The Watchmen?

This was supposed to be a small, short, and cute movie review. This move is neither small, short nor cute. It’s a force to be reckoned with!

How do I even begin about this movie? It made such a huge impression on me, I’m at the loss for words. Well, I take that back. I’m NEVER at the loss for words.

First I’ve got to admit I didn’t know anything about this comic book before I saw the movie. Honestly, I’m a bit ashamed. How can I not hear about something so honest, morbid, apocalyptic, and true?

I’m a loser.

Let me take you back for a second; I always loved comic books made into a movie. It’s just so unreal and beautiful to escape into some mysterious world, better than any reality possible. I always had trouble with reality. When I was a kid, I thought Bruce Wayne really exists somewhere, I would find him, live in his Batcave, drive in his Batmobile and fight bad guys alongside him; in my Batdreams.

What happened then?

I grew up and I found out the world is nothing like in my Batdreams, people are bad, mean, terrible, and on the verge of destroying themselves with our greed; WORLD DOES NOT WANT SAVING.

So my escapism left, and frustration about the world and its lack of humanity ensued. I’m still struggling with the realization of what this world is and I wish I was like most people I know; careless, clueless, superficial, and satisfied.

I’m not satisfied.

Not with people, not with the world, not with most of the things I see around me. And that’s why WATCHMAN came along like a much-needed medicine for my soul. Why? Because I’m sick of pretending. WATCHMEN doesn’t pretend. It destroys.

They call it post-modern, and I call it deconstructive. I call it destructive and then deconstructive. If you do not know what the movie is about, let me just run you through really quickly (spoilers ahead!) — the year is 1985, but not the one we all remember; this is an alternate reality. Richard Nixon’s been president for almost 20 years now, serving his third/fourth/fifth term (thank god Bush didn’t read The Watchmen), while the US nation faces nuclear shenanigans with Russia (then USSR).

Meanwhile, superheroes that helped Nixon win the Vietnam War have been driven into early retirement by the Government. When one of the superheroes (with no real superpowers, no less) called Comedian, is killed by getting thrown out a window (no superpowers, remember), the remaining Watchmen gather together to figure out if there’s anybody that wants them all dead.

What’s so fascinating about that, you ask? Everything. It’s freaking intelligent. The superheroes are real and ordinary, they are fucked up, they are dirty, they fight and kill for no reason, they rape, their superhero car breaks down, they have erection problems; I it’s morbid and real and disgusting, and it shows the world just how it is — morbid, flawed and often disgusting.

It is about violence and sex. Its humor is dark and blunt, it analyzes the world, people, government, fate, God, and metaphysical forces. It has a murder mystery, aspects of political thriller, science fiction, and believe it or not — a touch of soap opera!

What impressed me the most is the character development. The way superheroes are written, mirrors society so perfectly; they are flawed and screwed up, but they put their superhero suits on anyways, compelled to enter the mayhem that will only scar them deeper.

Some of the characters are so morally ambiguous, they make Bruce Wayne’s Shakespearian inner demons in Dark Knight seem almost comedic.

Visual motifs also touched all of my senses — they so playfully paint this contradictory, brilliant comic, written by Alan Moore. The yellow smiley face badge worn by the character called Comedian, the vilest of all the superheroes, gets splattered with his blood when he gets murdered; it's chilling. And ironic.

I came to the conclusion that the writer, adorned my millions of comic book fans around the world — that is the real superhero. The wisdom of Alan Moore is just mind-blowing. The lines in this movie were so wise, every single word mattered; playful but paranoid, philosophical — it tears you apart, every single one.

The way the writer tore apart the iconic aspect of superheroes, tears you apart in return. It made me want to run down from the theater to the nearest Barnes & Noble, buy a pad, and start writing down the lines from the movie, or at least pull my Blackberry out and take notes, but the fear of comic book fans and Alan Moore/Watchmen aficionados in the theater killing me if I moved while the movie was running, or lighting my phone on and ruining a scene — I caved.

It moved me that much.

A movie that has lines like –

Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there… A clock without a craftsman…

or -

Listen.. Once you figure out what a joke everything is, being the Comedian’s the only thing that makes sense…

or even -

But the country’s disintegrating. What’s happened to America? What’s happened to the American dream? It came true. You’re lookin’ at it.

How can you not see it?

As I said, the wisdom of Alan Moore is contagious. His arguments are so philosophical, and to call this guy a visionary would not give him enough justice. I read somewhere that he is a “cultural treasure chest”, and that even doesn't seem enough.

Why do I like these apocalyptic stories, you might ask? What is wrong with me that I enjoy this? I don’t like apocalyptic stories, but unfortunately, the world is apocalyptic and I like the truth. I like a brutal, honest, unforgiving truth.

There is just so much pretending, I NEED the truth to remain SANE. The spirit of this movie and this writer is so unique, that its anti-triumphalistic message is going to make you feel fine, not depressed, because it’s morally satisfying — for anyone that is challenged with a definition of humanity.

Go see this movie. It’s a must. But as I said, don’t expect Superman.

Superman has left the building.

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his was supposed to be a small, short, and cute movie review. This movie, however, is neither small, short, nor cute. It’s a force to be reckoned with!

How do I even begin to talk about this movie? It made such a huge impression on me that I’m at a loss for words. Actually, I take that back—I’m NEVER at a loss for words.

First, I have to admit, I didn’t know anything about this comic book before I saw the movie. Honestly, I’m a bit ashamed. How could I not know about something so honest, morbid, apocalyptic, and true?

I feel like a loser.

Let me backtrack for a moment: I’ve always loved comic books made into movies. It’s so surreal and beautiful to escape into a mysterious world, better than any reality possible. I’ve always struggled with reality. When I was a kid, I thought Bruce Wayne really existed somewhere. I imagined finding him, living in his Batcave, driving his Batmobile, and fighting bad guys alongside him in my Bat-dreams.

But then what happened?

I grew up and realized the world is nothing like my Bat-dreams. People can be cruel, mean, terrible, and on the verge of destroying themselves with greed; THE WORLD DOESN’T WANT SAVING.

So, my escapism faded, and frustration over the lack of humanity in the world set in. I’m still struggling with what I’ve come to understand about reality, and I wish I could be like most people I know—careless, clueless, superficial, and satisfied.

But I’m not satisfied.

Not with people, not with the world, and not with most of the things I see around me. That’s why Watchmen came along like much-needed medicine for my soul. Why? Because I’m tired of pretending. Watchmen doesn’t pretend. It destroys.

They call it post-modern; I call it deconstructive. I call it destructive and then deconstructive. If you don’t know what the movie is about, here’s a quick rundown (spoilers ahead!)—the year is 1985, but not the one we all remember. This is an alternate reality. Richard Nixon has been president for nearly 20 years now, serving his third, fourth, or fifth term (thank goodness Bush didn’t read Watchmen), and the U.S. faces nuclear tensions with Russia (then the USSR).

Meanwhile, superheroes who helped Nixon win the Vietnam War have been forced into early retirement by the government. When one of the superheroes, known as the Comedian (and who has no real superpowers), is murdered by being thrown out of a window, the remaining Watchmen regroup to figure out if someone wants them all dead.

What’s so fascinating about that, you ask? Everything. It’s brilliantly intelligent. The superheroes are real and flawed; they’re messed up, they’re dirty, they fight and kill for no reason, they commit terrible acts, their superhero car breaks down, they have personal struggles—it’s morbid, real, and disgusting, and it reflects the world as it is: morbid, flawed, and often ugly.

The film explores violence and sex, its humor is dark and blunt, and it delves into the nature of people, government, fate, God, and metaphysical forces. It’s part murder mystery, part political thriller, part sci-fi, and yes—even has a hint of soap opera.

The character development is what impressed me most. These superheroes mirror society so perfectly; they’re flawed and messed up, yet they put on their superhero suits anyway, drawn to enter a world that will only scar them further.

Some characters are so morally ambiguous, they make Bruce Wayne’s Shakespearean inner demons in The Dark Knight seem almost laughable by comparison.

The visual motifs struck me deeply—they playfully depict the brilliant, contradictory comic book by Alan Moore. The yellow smiley face badge worn by the Comedian, the vilest of all the superheroes, is splattered with his blood when he’s murdered; it’s chilling and ironic.

I realized the real superhero here is the writer, revered by millions of comic book fans around the world. The wisdom of Alan Moore is mind-blowing. Every line in this movie is crafted so wisely; every single word matters. It’s playful yet paranoid, philosophical—it pulls you apart, line by line.

The way Moore deconstructs the superhero mythos tears you apart in turn. I wanted to dash out of the theater, run to the nearest bookstore, and start jotting down lines from the movie. But, fearing the judgment of other fans in the theater, I stayed put.

It moved me that much.

This is a movie that features lines like:

“Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there… A clock without a craftsman…”

Or:

“Listen... Once you figure out what a joke everything is, being the Comedian’s the only thing that makes sense…”

Or even:

“But the country’s disintegrating. What’s happened to America? What’s happened to the American dream? It came true. You’re looking at it.”

How can you not feel the power in these words?

As I said, Alan Moore’s wisdom is contagious. His arguments are so philosophical that calling him a visionary feels like an understatement. I read somewhere that he is a “cultural treasure chest,” and even that doesn’t do him justice.

You might ask why I like these apocalyptic stories. Why would I find joy in them? It’s not the apocalypse I enjoy; it’s the truth. I crave the brutal, honest, and unforgiving truth.

There is so much pretending in this world, and I NEED the truth to stay sane. The spirit of this movie and Moore’s writing is so unique, delivering an anti-heroic message that is strangely uplifting—it’s a moral comfort to anyone wrestling with the meaning of humanity.

Go see this movie. It’s a must. But don’t expect Superman.

Superman has left the building.

4o