Watchmen Weekend.

Like many other fat guys with glasses, I went and saw Watchmen this weekend.  I also read Watchmen this weekend.  And after watching the movie, I read reviews of Watchmen this weekend.  After taking in as much Watchmen I could, my overall opinion is… I agree.

You see, random fat guys with glasses were arguing with other fat guys with glasses about many things this weekend.  “What to expect from Watchmen the movie.”  “What Watchmen the graphic novel (That’s nerdspeak for comicbook, to the layperson) really meant.” “Did the plan really succeed, or did Rorschach succeed?”  “Was Papa Smurf really neccessary?” “My wasn’t that a lot of gore for a comicbook movie?” “3 hours?  Seriously?”  These questions and more have teh internets tubs clogged.  And I agree with everyone.
Some people are saying they were disappointed.  Others loved the movie.  Others still have placed it on a pedestal.  Others want to scream out and cry foul.  I agree with all of them. The violence was unparralleled, gory, exhausting, entertaining, tiresome, unremarkable, uncharacteristic and exhilerating.  Dr. Manhattan’s full frontalness, the Nite Owl’s thrusting and Silk Spectre’s high beams were all completely gratitous, unneccessary, required, impressive, meaningful, stiff, ironic, satirical, grotesque, blasphemous and appalling.  I have never enjoyed such a boring masterpiece with so much action packed excitement it could put down a sick horse in my life. I couldn’t possibly be more disappointedly pleased that they were able to stray so close to the original source material.  
Three Apples Tall.
The fact that this movie has shocked, confused, amazed, bored, alienated, disgusted, disgruntled and entertained millions while nearly becoming a huge commercial success means it is exactly like the graphic novel.   And because the graphic novel is a textbook technical classic that is quite open to misinterpretation, that means that no one, and everyone, has the right, and wrong, opinion of it, and I agree with them.

Fuck Empire Theatres

Not a whole pile to talk about today. If anything I guess I’m kinda disappointed that the shitty movie Mel wanted to see for her birthday isn’t playing here in town. I may have dodged a bullet, but that doesn’t make her any less disappointed.

If any Sobey’s executives happen to have stumbled upon this blog… Here’s a quick question for you: What the flying fuck is the point of having two movie theatres in the same town if you’re going to only play the same goddamn movies in each of them?

Seriously. Two Empire Theatres in town. Both have 8 fucking screens. There are a total of 9… NINE… different movies playing here. It doesn’t make any sense. Once upon a time, you could watch any movie that T.V. told you was “Now Playing” here. Now, you can watch a handful of them. I’m sorry, I really am… but Four Fucking Christmases does not need 3 screens (2 in one theatre, 1 in another) in this shithole of a town.

Fuck you, Sobeys. If you want to monopolize my movie going experience, pay for more variety.