Right! I’m back. I’ve been writing, watching stuff, reading stuff, entertaining visitors and wondering why the very expensive moisturiser I just put on my face has turned it blue, but now I’m here and ready to write!
So, I saw Watchmen. At bloody last. I’ve only been waiting since I was 16, so it was a fairly exciting moment, although I still have a sneaky suspicion the forthcoming Star Trek movie will be more of a revelation (I’ve been a fan of Bruce Greenwood since he appeared in this long-forgotten TV series in 1984, so the fact that he’s playing Captain Christopher Pike is pretty momentous if you ask me). (Gratuitous Pike photo below!)
Back to Zack Snyder’s new baby: I’m happy to say that Watchmen was really good – not perfect, by any means, but I think any issues I had with it will be smoothed out by the extra footage on the DVD release. Jackie Earle Haley as Rorschach was the best thing about it (seriously, the guy IS Rorschach – it’s creepy at times), closely followed by Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s take on the Comedian, who is an absolute bastard (as he should be). Poor wig aside, I was very surprised by Matthew Goode as Ozymandias: surely the dullest character in the novel, and given quite short shrift in the movie, but he was strangely compelling. Plus you have to love any film where at one point there are three giant blue penises on screen but you’re still following the plot. Bravo!
They also changed the ending, and I preferred it. That probably entitles me to get lynched by rabid Alan Moore fans, but I don’t care.
I might have loved Watchmen but I’m no longer in love with Heroes. I sat down to watch the latest episode last night and realised halfway through that I had no idea what was going on because I was staring out of my lounge window instead. Okay, so, dull episode. Except that that happened last week, and the week before, and the week before that…
I think Heroes and I are finally calling it quits, and it KILLS me to give up on a show, but when watching it is a chore you have to cut your losses. At least Lost is still going strong in that crazy, time-travelling universe it’s built for itself (you know, the one you can’t follow if you so much as miss one episode), and Medium, Chuck, House, CSI, Supernatural, Battlestar Galactica, Leverage and all the other shows I watch are still keeping me entertained.
I would write something here about Dollhouse, but SFX blogger Narin Bahar did the job for me here – it’s like she read my mind. I’m giving the show a few more episodes because I REFUSE TO GIVE UP ON IT, DAMMIT, but I keep finding myself staring out of my lounge window like I did with Heroes. There are squirrels out there who have far more personality than Eliza Dushku’s Echo, even though she has a different personality every week. And that’s bloody worrying…