Watching Watchmen

We were going to the videoke after work one Friday evening. But I got a bit stuck at work and they went ahead. I told them I'll just try to catch up. But I didn't. Those of us who had to work late decided that we could see a movie instead. And so we ate our late dinner and immediately went to the cinema to catch the day's last full show of Watchmen.

It was also a Friday sometime in 1985 (if I remember correctly), that a comedian was killed in New York. He was a "superhero" in his heyday, though he, just like the rest of his troop except for one, didn't have superpowers. A "superhero" friend of his decided to investigate the murder, wrote the details in his diary, and we got ourselves a story. The heart of the movie was his investigation, though its flesh were the lives of these so-called ordinary superheroes described in details as he went along his investigation. In the end, he found out what happened and suffered the truth's consequence.

Was it worth missing a videoke session to see this movie? I love videoke and to me there can never be a movie worth missing a videoke session. But I didn't regret going to it. It was well worth the admission price, the story was intriguing, and it was well-made. But the ending was kind of bleh and had some revelations that made you feel that all aspects of which were hidden from you throughout the movie until right before the movie needed to end. The ending was so disconnected to me. It felt so foreign. Half-the world was blown to pieces, millions probably died, mostly civilians because the targets where city-centers not military installations just so the Russians and the US kiss and make-up. And we're suppose to nod our heads and agree that it was a great idea, that it was ingenious.