Strangely, Watchmen is the book that taught me as a teenager not to get wrapped up in the success or failure of someone else’s work. By far the most of any work in any form I’ve ever recommended to other people, Watchmen is the book that’s come back to me with a “this was really, really stupid” or some curse-filled approximation thereof. As a 17-year-old with insecurities big enough to keep at least two local psychologists in steak and sports cars, this reaction initially took me back. However, I was also smart enough to know Watchmen had value according to how I decided things had value, and it only took a few seconds to realize that whether or not someone else appreciated something I did wasn’t a vote on its overall worth, let alone mine.
I’m delighted Kate Winslet finally got a Best Actress Oscar, because she deserves it for being so good for so long but also because now that means, pace Halle Berry and Charlize Theron, that she will now immediately make a God-awful action film in which she wears very tight black latex, and I’m all for that.
O person like me,
phoneless in your distant café,
I wish we could meet to discuss this,
and perhaps you would help me
murder this woman on her cell phone,
..I was under the impression that Warner and DC sat down recently to have a big brainstorming session about how to make a decent DC movie universe, or a least a coherent motion picture release plan, given Marvel’s recent box office badassery. If doing Suicide Squad was the end result of that meeting — if they believe they should be making a Suicide Squad movie before a Wonder Woman movie — then it is frankly amazing these people can put on their pants in the morning without accidentally strangling themselves.