Ain’t this a cute little thing. Here’s Dave Gibbons spitting about Before Watchmen, coming deadly close to riding the third rail.
Justice is served! Not the Justice League, mind you. Instead DC’s New 52 isn’t rewriting any sort of financial paradigms. This is a good thing, since you know, it really wasn’t that spectacular. Unless you like chitin armor, in which case it was the second coming of God. Or third or fourth coming, depending on your deities of choice.
With The Dark Knight Rises concluding the Nolan/Bale chapter in the Bat-Verse, the DC is looking like it has approximately no quality movie franchises at the moment. What are they to do? Bank on Zack Snyder? LOL. Seriously, c’mon now. Maybe! Just maybe though, The Rock can save them?
Where the soul should be, there is a distinct gaping maw. Warner Bros. and DC are trying to fill this with all sorts of (Bef0re) Watchmen drivel. It can only make sense that one of the many marketing diarrhea-experiences would be a toaster. Wait. No. No this doesn’t make sense, even if we’re talking cross-marketing bullshit.
Erik Larsen has spouted off on Before Watchmen, and in doing so commented on a dilemma I’ve faced myself: the genuine abundance of talent on the franchise-pilfering money grab.
Yo! I’m riding on this here high horse, and I’m swooping down with some awesomeness from Alan Moore on the fans who will buy Before Watchmen. Note: I know he’s generalizing since I think Rendar and others here at OL are going to buy it, and they seem like decent enough people. You know. Friends. A brother. But still. I fist-pump to the sentiment while acknowledging the necessary middle ground everywhere in Existence.