I am a strange bird. Yesterday, someone named “SnakeCharmer” hit my nail on the head during a discussion on the message boards. We were talking about the upcoming Watchmen movie. The topic veered sideways, as topics often do. The conversation started debating the criteria for being considered an actual superhero. I said something about doing impossible things all the time myself, and hilarity ensued. Now I have another impossible thing to reveal.
I absolutely adore the film adaptation of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.
Nina does too, we have seen it at least 30 times together. Everyone else I have ever heard offer their opinion? They disagree. Strongly. It seems the whole world is against us.
I know the screenplay takes many drastic liberties with the source material. I know Alan Moore himself nearly coughed up a lung trying to disavow the cinematic version of his myth. I still know that it will remain my second favorite comic book movie experience until something else knocks it off.
Doesn’t that seem impossible? How can my taste be so non-humanly twisted? Let me try to offer an explanation.
I like my superheroes to be pop iconic sweetness. My formative years were influenced by Wacky Races and The Banana Splits. The League of Extraordinary Gentleman reminded me a great deal of that sort of perfect candy caricature, with just enough darkness to make it magically delicious.
I know I may catch some heat when I say this, but I am saying it anyway. I hope Watchmen is just as good as League. It has the potential.