I finally broke down and bought matinée tickets to
Watchmen last night. I love movies, but I don't enjoy going to the movies. It's a cold day in hell (which happens approximately two times a year) when I actually enter a movie theater. The film was fantastic; I really enjoyed it. They followed the graphic novel closer than I thought they would, and some of the scenes were beautifully filmed with perfect casting choices. I'm extremely critical about action films, specifically super hero ones, so I was worried they were going to give
Watchmen a treatment like
The Dark Knight. That would have just killed me because I hated that last Batman movie. But no, they did a very good job of fleshing out the characters and plot with surprisingly little unneeded action. Yay for a wonderful job of pacing, you lovely movie makers. Jason's not familiar with the book, but he loved the movie. I've spent the afternoon waving my copy of the graphic novel around, telling him that I know he wants to read it.
I still fangirl
Rorschach like woah. He's one of the most solid, complicated, interesting, flawed, tortured characters I've come across in fiction. I
love it, and if I was a stupid girl, I'd totally write some Mary-Sue/Rorschach. But I won't because that would bastardize his character and strip away everything that makes him what he is.
In slightly related news, holy crap, I'm still writing. Yay for that, too. And it's
chaptered. It's been over a year since I've written anything with chapters. I was beginning to forget what 'Chapter 2' looked like.
And now for the domestic bliss portion of this blog entry in which I convince all of you that I can cook, even if my skills in the kitchen are slightly dodgy.
( crushed heirloom potatoes )Also, at the risk of the man himself (Prince) tracking me down and suing me for the measly contents of my savings account, I still
uploaded this killer track for anyone who's never had the pleasure of hearing it before. Why? Because he says things like, "First I need a picture of your mother to verify the fact that there's not another one in the universe so supreme." Come on! So smooth! Oh, explicit lyrics and sexual content. Not work safe. It's Prince; you can't expect it to be clean.