Paige: We do. I mean did. Twice.
Monica: Yeah, it was pretty sweet.
Paige: Sweet?! It wasn't just sweet. It was fantastic! It was awesome! I so loved it. It was the comic book, but bigger and brighter on the big screen. If you're a fan of the book, I think this is the best movie interpretation they could have done, short of the inevitable director's cut, which I must say I'm greatly looking forward to.
Monica: Well, it was pretty good.
Paige: Huh. You're not exactly showing the enthusiasm.
Monica: Oh, I liked it, don't get me wrong. Just not like you did.
Paige: Well, if it wasn't the bestest thing you ever saw, what do you think about it?
Monica: Uhm... well... How do I put this... How old are we?
Paige: Do you mean human years or doll years?
Monica: Human, I guess. It's hard enough thinking in doll time.
Paige: Well, I suppose we're about twenty one?
Monica: Yeah, that sounds right. So the movie takes place in 1985. So what the hell do we know about 1985? We're the 9/11 generation, sis. I don't know anything about that Vietnam stuff. Talk about hard to relate. And who the hell is Richard Nixon to me? That is so yesteryear. I have enough trouble thinking about last year let alone twenty!
Paige: Well, I suppose you might be right. But RB filled me on everything. He was an '80s kid after all. But hey, if you know anything about the cold war, just imagine what a difference those superheroes would have made. It's mind blowing. They were amazing, even if they didn't have super powers. Well, everyone but Dr. Manhattan.
Monica: Yeah, and what's with that? They're all like... normal screwed up people. Iron Man was awesome, even if he did drink like a fish. Spiderman was awesome, despite his being all nerdy. But that Rorschach guy? He was just mean and paranoid, and let's not even talk about his issues. I do have to say, though, Dr. Manhattan had a really nice... butt. Giggle
Paige: Uhm, yeah. He was... well formed. But besides that, I think that's the whole point of the movie. Before Watchmen the comic came out, every comic was like Spiderman and Iron Man. They just weren't really human, you know? And now this movie is doing the same thing. Every bad review I've read said just what you said. It wasn't Spiderman. Well no duh! It's not supposed to be. I'm hoping this movie does to Hollywood what Watchmen did to comic books. I'd like to see things with real people, not all that feel good fluff. No wonder Hollywood has been complaining that people aren't watching movies like they used to. It's because they keep coming out with mindless crap.
Monica: Hey, I like mindless crap... I mean light entertainment. I don't want to go to movies to watch depressed people. I just want to have fun and not think for a couple hours.
Paige: That's because you don't like thinking in general. No wonder you didn't like it. All you do is go see stuff like Paul Blart: Mall Cop. Huff
Monica: I did not go see Paul Blart. Even I have my limits. And I didn't say I didn't like Watchmen. I did. I just wasn't all jump around excited. You can't seem to sit still for one minute thinking about it.
Paige: That's because it was perfect. A perfect movie about a perfect comic book.
Monica: Well, I can think of better things to get all hot and bothered about. In fact, there's one thing around here that can get me wiggling in my seat. Where is RB anyway?
Paige: Sigh He's around here somewhere. I think he said something about re-reading the comic.
Monica: Oh goody. I think it's time for a little distraction from all that depressing stuff.
Paige: You know, sometimes he just likes having an intellectual conversation. That's why we get along so well.
Monica: Talk is for pansies. I like to get more... physical. Smirk
Paige: Ah. Now I know what you really liked about Watchmen. I think a little scene aboard Archie may have been to your liking.
Monica: Yeah, I can see being really worked up after a good fight. And those costumes were pretty swank, especially peeling out of them.
Paige: Ooh, grand idea. I'll see if I can find a Silk Specter outfit somewhere.
Monica: Now you're talking. Nothing like a little spandex to get the blood pumping.