A film for people who have never heard of the Kinsey scale

Apparently, no one in the world in which this film takes place, has heard of the Kinsey Scale. Seriously, if your friends are constantly asking if you are gay, you need better friends.

This movie is a fail.

Watchman!

Oooh when is that DVD coming out?!

I’m of two minds about the film. On one hand there is the fanboy part of me that was upset over how Alan Moore was treated in V for Vendetta and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (or as I like to call it Shitstorm 3: Ruining more things you love!). That part was happy at how faithful the movie was.

But there is also another part of me that is so sick of how every comic book movie apparently has to talk about modern politics and issues. Ozymandius uses the smoke screen of “clean renewable energy.”

Part of me was heartbeat for heartbeat onboard with every moment. But part of me wondered what the point is of just making a shot for shot remake of the comic. But another part was always annoyed whenever there was a departure.

Anyway, the squid alien is gone. Oh and Spoiler alert.

Actually, you have no right to be upset about the above spoilers. If you haven’t seen Watchmen already, you are either lame and didn’t see it opening night @ the 12:01 show, or are boycotting it (in which case you won’t mind spoilers).

I’m sleepy!

SUSPENSE!

I was sitting at a table looking at a glass of water that was on the table. I picked it up and took a drink of some of the water that was in the glass. Suddenly the door to the restaurant where I was burst open inwards because some people were pushing on it very hard and trying to open it. They succeeded and came into the restaurant. They had guns! One of the men pointed his gun at me and pulled the trigger. A bullet shot out! Fortunately for me the bullet flew past me and didn’t hit me. He missed!

I lifted up the edge of the table and turned the table over so that if they shot more bullets at me the bullets would hit the table and not hit me. I heard the sound of more bullets hitting the table. It was a good plan to make a shield, but it wouldn’t last for long. Soon the men with guns would come far enough around the table and be able to shoot at me without the table in between us. Who were these men? Why were they trying to kill me? Did it have anything to do with my dark past? These were all questions I didn’t have time to ask myself because at the time I was more worried about not being shot by bullets from guns.