Friday, 13 March 2009
Watchmen: was an absolute load of old tripe that was. It was so faithful to the graphic novel (which I enjoyed) that seeing the film was like listening to a piece written for the harp played on a grand organ.
There were also huge lapses in credibility, especially with regard to the frequent, unpleasant violence. One the one hand, there was a directorial delight in graphically realistic, slo-mo flesh-mangling: hands get sawn off, bones are smashed and splintered, people get burned to death with boiling fat or detonated like splatter-bombs by the god-like Dr Manhattan. On the other hand, this is a movie in which a slightly-built woman with a fabulous, straightened barnet and a yellow latex camel-toe is supposedly able to fight off a dozen thugs whilst wearing five-inch stilettos. Now, to me, you can't have Buffy-violence and Saw-violence together in one movie without compromising the audience's suspension of disbelief. I thought it was altogether nasty, and eventually ennui-inducing.
Great soundtrack, though.
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On a different note - literally - I think this Yma Sumac song is the weirdest thing I've ever heard, kind of like 'Kate Bush's barking green-skinned Inca grandma goes all shamanic':