Take comfort in the fact than it cannot possibly be worse than this:

SWAT COP II
Captain . . . what the hell is that?
 
All eyes turn upward.  In the distance, a TINY SPECK descends from
the clouds and drops, in a perfectly vertical line, toward the head
of the statue.  The SWAT CAPTAIN hoists a pair of binoculars:
 
SWAT CAPTAIN
Shit.  Shit fire!!
 
SWAT COP
Sir!  What is it?
 
7. POV SHOT - THROUGH BINOCULARS
A magnified view of the SPECK, which turns out to be a futuristic,
blimplike HOVERCRAFT -- the OWLSHIP.
 
SWAT CAPTAIN (O.S.)
Christ almighty, it's the goddamned Watchmen!

INT. STATUE - MIDSECTION - THAT MOMENT
SILK SPECTRE and THE COMEDIAN marching up a long metal stairway.

SILK SPECTRE
Should be just overhead. We have to distract them somehow . . .

COMEDIAN
Just barge in. While they're staring at your tits we'll blow their balls off.

Take comfort in the fact than it cannot possibly be worse than this:

SWAT COP II
Captain . . . what the hell is that?
 
All eyes turn upward.  In the distance, a TINY SPECK descends from
the clouds and drops, in a perfectly vertical line, toward the head
of the statue.  The SWAT CAPTAIN hoists a pair of binoculars:
 
SWAT CAPTAIN
Shit.  Shit fire!!
 
SWAT COP
Sir!  What is it?
 
7. POV SHOT - THROUGH BINOCULARS
A magnified view of the SPECK, which turns out to be a futuristic,
blimplike HOVERCRAFT -- the OWLSHIP.
 
SWAT CAPTAIN (O.S.)
Christ almighty, it's the goddamned Watchmen!

INT. STATUE - MIDSECTION - THAT MOMENT
SILK SPECTRE and THE COMEDIAN marching up a long metal stairway.

SILK SPECTRE
Should be just overhead. We have to distract them somehow . . .

COMEDIAN
Just barge in. While they're staring at your tits we'll blow their balls off.

I am not bitching. I, in fact, think that the movie is going to be a godsend toward super hero films.

If it destroys the promise, then it will destroy me.

I hadn't heard about "Watchmen" before the trailer came out 1 year ago, and to be honest, I've grown weary of super hero movies. So unless this movie recieves rave review from critics, I'm probably not going to watch it. That being said, I really hope this movie does well. Who knows? Maybe this movie will be as good as the second X-men movie.

I haven't read the comics, but I'm glad we're getting a rated R comic book movie.

OH MY GOD I WANT THE PEOPLE WHO WROTE THIS IS THE WORST SHIT EVER I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS BEING DONE I JUST WANT TO DIE BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUCKING AWFUL WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.... Immense sarcsasm. Not really worried, man.

Would it be just as good to watch the Watchmen Motion comics as reading the actual Graphic novel?

Between Watchmen and The Black Freighter footage that's out...I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a month-long nerdgasm for March.

DREIBERG
. . . Rorschach.
50. INT. DREIBERG'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Leaning back in a chair, his feet propped up on the kitchen table, is
the aforementioned RORSCHACH. His inkblot mask is rolled partway up,
exposing a mouthful of bad teeth, and he's calmly eating a plate of
baked beans.
DREIBERG
How did you get in here?
Ignoring the question, RORSCHACH greets him in a soft, rasping,
utterly emotionless whisper:
RORSCHACH
Hiya, pardner. Long time no see.
DREIBERG
Did anybody follow you? See you come here?
DREIBERG is mildly panicked. RORSCHACH -- who couldn't care less --
emits his trademark hissing GROWL. He spoons more beans from a can
onto his plate, tops it all off with a generous squirt of ketchup
from a squeeze bottle.
DREIBERG (cont.)
I can't believe you're back on the streets. Good God, man, you're
wanted on fourteen counts of murder.
RORSCHACH
At least six of those are trumped-up. -- Here.
He reaches into his pocket, finds the HAPPY-FACE button, and flips it
to DREIBERG. DREIBERG eyes it for a moment, automatically uses his
fingernail to scrape at the small red STAIN on its surface.
RORSCHACH (cont.)
Look familiar?
DREIBERG
Sure. You got some kind of -- bean juice on it.
RORSCHACH
Human bean juice.
(beat)
The Comedian is dead.

I want to personally find every person responsible for the writing of that script and shoot them in the goddamn face. Also, anyone know if the Watchmen motion comics are any good? I saw they were coming out on Blu-Ray soon.

"Shit. Shit fire!!"

"SWAT CAPTAIN said:

"Shit. Shit fire!!"

I actually hope this makes it into the movie because I'm very curious as to what, exactly, a "shit fire" is."

I liked the ending of the 89 script. Read it a long time ago, it's so not-Watchmen.

I'm not looking forward to this movie at all. Watchmen was one of the first graphic novels I read during my adolescence. I've read it millions of times, know it inside and out, and if it gets turned into just another superhero action flick I'm going to be unhappy.

Everyone who's getting tired of superheroes and such, read the graphic novel. It's a comic and it has superheroes in it, but it's not a superhero comic. There's crimefighting, there's a lot of noirish stuff to it, but mostly it's a psychological study, kind of like Evangelion but without the pretentiousness (even though I love Evangelion too, it's the Morrissey of mecha anime). It's a lot deeper and mature (in both the superficial "hey look at this violence and swearing" and the "you've got to be an adult to make heads or tails of this" ways) than most graphic novels you'll ever read.

That being said, I'm going to the midnight opening.  Even if the movie does suck, it's not like I ever have to watch it again, since I'll always have the graphic novel to read.

wait wait. stop bitching? but... this is the internet!!!!!

that's pretty hilarious though, i like it.

"systech said:

DREIBERG
. . . Rorschach.
50. INT. DREIBERG'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
Leaning back in a chair, his feet propped up on the kitchen table, is
the aforementioned RORSCHACH. His inkblot mask is rolled partway up,
exposing a mouthful of bad teeth, and he's calmly eating a plate of
baked beans.
DREIBERG
How did you get in here?
Ignoring the question, RORSCHACH greets him in a soft, rasping,
utterly emotionless whisper:
RORSCHACH
Hiya, pardner. Long time no see.
DREIBERG
Did anybody follow you? See you come here?
DREIBERG is mildly panicked. RORSCHACH -- who couldn't care less --
emits his trademark hissing GROWL. He spoons more beans from a can
onto his plate, tops it all off with a generous squirt of ketchup
from a squeeze bottle.
DREIBERG (cont.)
I can't believe you're back on the streets. Good God, man, you're
wanted on fourteen counts of murder.
RORSCHACH
At least six of those are trumped-up. -- Here.
He reaches into his pocket, finds the HAPPY-FACE button, and flips it
to DREIBERG. DREIBERG eyes it for a moment, automatically uses his
fingernail to scrape at the small red STAIN on its surface.
RORSCHACH (cont.)
Look familiar?
DREIBERG
Sure. You got some kind of -- bean juice on it.
RORSCHACH
Human bean juice.
(beat)
The Comedian is dead.

Wow. Just Wow.

Im not complaining about Watchmen tho, I think it will be fantastic."

114. INT. GUNGA DINER - REST ROOM - A MOMENT LATER
A twitchy MOLOCH locks himself in a stall, sits on the throne, and
pulls out a bundle of WHITE POWDER.  He takes a couple of hits up the
nose, then dips his finger in the stuff and rubs it around the edges
of his EYELIDS.
 
His eyes water.  He sniffles.  He reaches for some toilet paper;
bizarrely, a small BUSINESS CARD falls out of the roll.  He picks it
up . . .  
 
There's a hand-scrawled RORSCHACH BLOT on its face.
 
A low, hissing GROWL from overhead.  MOLOCH looks up suddenly -- and
sees RORSCHACH peering at him over the stall partition.
 
He GASPS and lunges for the door.  RORSCHACH's arm snakes out and
holds the stall door shut.
 
RORSCHACH
Two things I hate.  Street mimes . . . users of recreational drugs.

MOLOCH
No, no.  You got it all wrong.  I been on the case, Rorschach, I got
something for you.
 
A long pause.  RORSCHACH GROWLS again: let's have it.
 
MOLOCH (cont.)
There's a big bunch of research scientists -- missing.  Blake was on
a case, trying to track 'em down.
(beat)
It's big, Rorschach.  Something to do with Doc Manhattan.  That's all
I've been able to find out.
 
RORSCHACH
Drug habit.  Highly illegal.  Hnrrh.
(snarling)
Let it go time.  In future -- just say no.

After 300, I have complete faith in Zack Snyder.