You know how some artists really, REALLY want to be taken seriously as serious artists? So badly that it permeates everything they do to the point where they are so busy being serious artists that they end up creating really mediocre art?
Meet Watchmen: The Movie.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, I think I’m going to be haunted of visions of a giant blue penis for at least a week. I am deeply disturbed, and feel it is my obligation to notify you that Dr Manhattan’s penis gets more screen time than any other supporting cast member. You have been warned.