Zack Snyder’s Watchmen, I feel, is one of those movies that gets better with every year that goes by. Shrugged off upon it’s initial release as an overly stylish, OTT and inferior adaptation of it’s groundbreaking source material, when looked at with fresh eyes however, Watchmen turns out to be something quite special in it’s own right. Running at an epic 3 hours and featuring countless unconventional narrative shifts and dramatic tangents, Snyder’s collosal comic-book behemoth is literally the ballsiest and most experimental movie of it’s kind that is in desperate need of re-assessment.
Zack Snyder is a filmmaker who has been unfairly lumped with the Michael Bays and George Lucas’s as one of modern cinema’s walking death knells. While it’s true that his movies do tend to favour style over substance in many places, on the other hand he has executed some truly breathtaking sequences. My favourite of which is the haunting and delicate backstory to Watchmen‘s Dr. Manhattan. Narrated soothingly by Crudup’s voice-over, we watch as he goes from a young and naive scientist to a modern messiah, touching on romance and tragedy along the way all set to Tyler Bates’ chilling score. It’s a spine-tingling piece of filmmaking that I appreciate more and more with every viewing. You could argue that Snyder simply translated the graphic novel’s panels to the screen but the fact he captured the beauty and horror of those panels is definite evidence that there’s some great talent in that mind of his somewhere.