And taken on its own, Zack Snyder’s “Watchmen” is a profound work of art, a beautiful, deliriously weird, meditative spin on a genre that is as American as jazz. It is adult, sober-minded entertainment, visually ravishing and loaded with more ideas with a typical Oscar-season, and even when it doesn’t work (one element in particular falls flat, and I’ll get into that below), the ambition and the density of it is breathtaking. “Watchmen” will not be the sort of commerical juggernaut that “The Dark Knight” was, but it’s a stealth weapon. You’ll be feeling the ripples from this one for years to come, and I have no doubt this is ground zero for a wave of filmmakers-to-be who will one day cite this as the moment they realized what they wanted to do with their lives. Although this may not be the comparison Warner’s accountants want to hear, I’d say that this is the closest thing to a “Blade Runner” I’ve seen in recent memory.
Drew McWeeny’s review of the Watchmen film. McWeeny is one of the few people I trust when it comes to reviewing films, and his enthusiastic approval of what must be the most-anticipated film adaptation in years makes me that much more excited for its release.
