Oh my God, sometimes I don’t understand you Internet people at all.
Why do a few pictures of actors standing around in rubber muscle suits thrill you so? How can you be so, so, so optimistic? Why do you want this so bad?
I think it’s a real question. And, one of these days soon I’m going to get to it, probably. When the fever breaks, maybe. But in the meantime may I just remind everyone that the American movie machine couldn’t even get V For Vendetta right? Hell, they couldn’t even get Superman right.
I don’t know what you think you’re all so excited about. Watchmen isn’t about the super-killer whodunnit. And when I saw that picture of Laurie in the burning building, I suddenly had such a premonition of total doom, that I can’t really even express it. Something about that picture — maybe everything about it, I’m not sure — seems to bespeak a profound inattention to what movies about comic books about the presentation of time and fate and impending nuclear annihilation in comic books can do, and what they can’t.
But, maybe more on this later. First, gotta lower myself into the tank of Vitamin C…