While scrupulously faithful in nearly every regard (save the ending) to writer Alan Moore and artist Dave Gibbons' landmark DC Comics series (which ran from 1986 to '87 before being collected into a single-volume graphic novel), the film itself is bizarrely cold and uninvolving. Snyder's Watchmen
is as meaty an adaptation of this meta-comic as we're ever likely to see, but it never quite clicks, and I think that has everything to do with both the medium and the contemporary world we live in. Simply put, Watchmen
the comic is
, as it turns out, unfilmable, and so what we're left with are the comic panels made mobile, the dialogue spoken aloud, but none of the visceral punch that comes from discovering the comic firsthand. Watchmen
is beautifully designed, stoically paced in the finest film-noir tradition, and awash in arresting imagery, but it never manages to make the exquisite emotional connection the comic so handily does. Read a full review of Watchmen.