Kats (wildrider) wrote,

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I Can Has Caturday

And a lovely Caturday it was, too.

Up early, out and about; we went to Chompie's for breakfast (Jewish deli - I had corned beef & eggs with a toasted REAL bagel), then I went to pick up my tax papers at the accountant's office, we did some shopping for Barb's mom, hit the Home Depot for some wood for shelves, and ended up finding a whole lot of really cool address tiles and spent some time picking out the ones we wanted.

Then we went to see Watchmen, and while I can see what some of the complaints are about... I LOVED IT. I thought it was pretty freakin' awesome, and enjoyed it so much it really didn't FEEL like it was nearly three hours long. Having just re-read it, I was wowed by just exactly how frame-by-frame loyal it was to the comic -- and felt the NY times review was more than a little unfair, especially this passage: Indeed, the ideal viewer — or reviewer, as the case may be — of the “Watchmen” movie would probably be a mid-’80s college sophomore with a smattering of Nietzsche, an extensive record collection and a comic-book nerd for a roommate. The film’s carefully preserved themes of apocalypse and decay might have proved powerfully unsettling to that anxious undergraduate sitting in his dorm room, listening to “99 Luftballons” and waiting for the world to end or the Berlin Wall to come down. . . .

I’m not sure that this hypothetical young man — not to be confused with the middle-aged, 21st-century moviegoer he most likely grew into, whose old copy of “Watchmen” lies in a box somewhere alongside a dog-eared Penguin Classics edition of “Thus Spake Zarathustra” — would necessarily say that Mr. Snyder’s “Watchmen” is a good movie. I wouldn’t, though it is certainly better than the same director’s “300.” But it’s possible to imagine that our imaginary student would at least have found some food for thought in Mr. Snyder’s grandiose, meticulously art-directed vision of blood, cruelty and metaphysical dread. As it is, the film is more curiosity than provocation, an artifact of a faded world brought to zombie half-life by the cinematic technology of the present.

Speaking as a female nerd who not only owns a copy of the bound graphic novel but also the original comics -- and in a place where I could find them easily for re-reading -- and an original 1985 "happy face with blood spatter" pinback button, also easily found and pinned to my "Han Shot First" t-shirt, some of these pretentious writers who think they know something about the nerd culture need to actually discover that not all comic book geeks are MALE.

Anyway, as I said, I liked it a whole lot, and don't think it was nearly as graphic as some have said. I'm assuming these are people who never saw Dead Alive.

Then we came home and had pot roast that had been in the crock pot all day, and it was overall a good day.

Caturday pictures, of course:

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