So I went and saw Watchmen finally. And no, I haven't read the comic.
I think I've finally come down on the side of liking it. After it ended I wasn't quite sure if I did (neither did Rob) and after nearly an hour and a half of discussing it afterwards, we had come to no better conclusion. I ended up feeling as if I had no strong feelings about it, which is definitely not my typical movie-going experience. Like, Ernesto pointed out that I probably felt this way because it was a dark and depressing film, but I said: look, I've seen dark and depressing films and usually, when I come out of them, I feel dark and depressed. But I felt a complete blank. And I'm still not sure why.
I enjoyed the characters. Even Silk Spectre II, which normally I don't like women superhero characters in films because writers tend to... well, write them for boob time. But while Malin Ackerman was sexy AND her love life was a big part of the film, I didn't feel as if she was there simply to be boobs and boy expository. She was there to be a superhero.
I know Rob enjoyed Dr. Manhattan the best(because it hits all of his metaphysics and philosophy buttons) and I was a big fan of Nite Owl (because he hits my Xander button), but both of us agreed that Rorschach was undoubtedly the most fun to watch. Every time that guy was on screen, it was magic.
I think my opinion of Ozymandias might have improved if we had gotten a little background blurb from him like we did all the other characters. I think he was part of the blah problem.
But anyway- interesting cinematography throughout the film. I didn't think they abused the slo-mo and the way the opening credit sequence was shot, I thought, was great. Really brought back that old-school 40's fighting crime feeling.
That's all I have to say on that. Afterward, we high tailed it over to Livermore for Mini-golf for Janet's birthday, which was with a fun group. It's funny - I forget that I've met friends of Janet's before, so I was all surprised to know people there aside from Rob and Ernesto. We managed not to slow up the people behind us too bad, but in the end, we weren't so much playing mini-golf as we were playing bumper golf with our feet. Good times.