Watchmen

There's been a lot of raving about the new movie Watchmen. I heard a review from pluggedin.com via K-Love radio and decided to pass it on in case you were thinking about going to see it. Here is the first part of the review. The editor's note at the beginning should give you a clue about what kind of movie this is. You can read the review in it's entirety at pluggedin.com.

ONLINE EDITOR'S NOTE: THIS FILM FEATURES GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND LEWD SEXUAL CONTENT. THIS REVIEW REFERENCES THAT CONTENT AND IS NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN.

It's 1985. But it's a 1985 you'd be utterly unfamiliar with. Richard Nixon is serving his fifth term. Costumed vigilantes—superheroes, some call them—have been outlawed. And, from the window of a New York penthouse, a man plunges to his death.

So begins Watchmen, a movie adapted from the lauded graphic novel by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons. It took more than 20 years to push Watchmen to the screen: Many considered the book unadaptable. Moore—no fan of Hollywood—wanted it that way.

Watchmen, with its myriad subplots, characters, allusions and time shifts, certainly doesn't lend itself to a popcorn muncher. Neither does it lend itself to written synopses. About the best I can do is say that at its most simplistic it's a mystery story—one that Agatha Christie would want no part of.