On Watchmen
Watchmen: A Movie Review
by John David Ebert
When I put a mask on my face, it instantly changes the relationship between you and me. Whereas, only moments ago, there was you—a three dimensional human being troubled by various difficulties—and me—a similar type of entity also with similar kinds of problems—now there is you and it, a third thing, a new entity that has entered into the relationship. This third entity, more often than not, evokes some type of strange, otherworldly being: a monster or a demon or an evil spirit, or else, if it is a mask of another human being, tends to evoke a cliché, such as, say, Richard Nixon. In either case, the I that was me only moments before has temporarily—one hopes—disappeared into another realm entirely, namely, the world of ritual, dream, myth, superstition, stereotypes and even clichés. It is, in other words, a flatter world, simpler than ours, more iconic, two-dimensional rather than three dimensional, in which beings tend to exist as eternal icons. Read the rest of this entry »
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