#a392 :: Old Rohrshach pin
March 14, 2009
Twenty-two years after Watchmen changed my psychotopography and appreciation for the nuances of fiction forever, they finally got it completely right.
We saw it again this afternoon, and fell even deeper into it than we had at the midnight premiere at the Dome a week earlier.
The movie is an extraordinarily accomplished telling of the great “unfilmable” original, and the second time around – the gorgeous ballet of deception and violence and honor betrayal among these rich, fucked-up characters – just cemented my admiration for Moore’s story and Gibbons‘ art.
I bought the comics one by one when they hit the stand – I have a distinct memory of standing in some punk bookstore on South Street in Philadelphia in 1986 and picking up the first one and thinking, “Oh. Man. Oh, MAN.” Near the end of the run, DC put out a set of four buttons. This is the only one I’ve managed to hang onto since then, and the rust bleeding through from the tin back gives it a wonderful extra layer of filth and meaning.
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Hrm.
Not rust. Bean juice. Hrm.
Finally a fellow fan of the Watchmen!