WATCHMEN 1.09 - "SEE HOW THEY FLY"

WATCHMEN the show is not WATCHMEN the book.  That should be obvious, and in a sense it is what I wanted.  A sequel coming 34 years after the original, in a different medium, should have an identity of its own.  The show certainly carved out its own identity and take on the characters and mythos, and it served up a generally fitting conclusion for the story it told on its own terms.  But while as a whole, it stands as an incredible achievement and one of the most interesting series of the decade, I can’t help feeling that the last three episodes were not as strong as those preceding, that some key characters are dumbed down from their literary counterparts in order to fit this narrative, and that the main thing I found so compelling about the book did not fully make the translation to the screen.

That thing, as I mentioned in the premiere recap, was the sense of polyphony.  That the original comic presented various wildly divergent perspectives with authenticity, but did not tell the reader definitively which was correct and which were wrong.  The show made some efforts in this area, with the best episodes hewing more or less exclusively to Laurie, Wade and William’s point of view.  But in the end, it reveals itself to be the story of Angela Abar first and foremost, and sides with her in a way that the original does not with any of its POV characters.

It also, in reframing itself as a tragic love story between her and Jon, loses track of some of the more interesting thematic threads about masks and vigilantism and policing from the early episodes.  Those earthbound elements are subsumed as story becomes all about loving, killing, or usurping a godhead. Which is a shame, because the finale still managed to toss off some final thoughts on the effects of masks that I think are worthy corollaries of the comics’ themes – that they make men cruel, that they prevent true healing from taking place, etc. I would have liked to have seen those ideas explored more, but it already seemed like Sister Night and Looking Glass had given up on their masked personas halfway through the season anyway, and Ozymandias and Trieu and Blake never wore masks at all.  I suppose that when Angela sits down with Grandpa at the end, she probably does have some lingering issues about the effects of wearing a mask to work at a job I don’t think she actually has anymore, but what are those issues compared to all the baggage that comes with having married, lobotomized, resurrected and indirectly killed a god?  I’d say they are pretty small potatoes, especially if we are to use the show’s allocation of screentime over the last three weeks as a metric.

And whither Lube Man, show?  WHITHER, goddamnit???

I do feel like I have been rather negative these last few weeks, and I want to stress that I did enjoy and recommend the show all the way through the end.  But looking around the internet, there seems to be no shortage of rapturous reviews proclaiming this the work of the century, so rather than add to that pile I am going to drill in more on some elements that did not sit right with me.  This may be churlish, and it may just be that the original is such a singular work that following it up “properly” is essentially impossible.  Dr. Manhattan and Ozymandias were uniquely brilliant creations on the page, but on the show, particularly in the finale where Jon spends the entire time in a kryptonite cage with rotating parties trying to steal his power, it often felt like they had been reduced to essentially just being Superman and Lex Luthor.  And while Manhattan and Ozymandias were always partly inspired by those characters, they were not just that.  

To rehash some of my gripes about Irons’ comedic take on the character, my theory is that writing a supergenius character like Ozymandias is one of the most difficult tasks in all of fiction, as it basically requires a real-life supergenius to really pull it off.  And those are in vanishingly short supply.  I don’t mean it as a diss to say that Lindelof isn’t in that league, it’s not something that the vast majority of my favorite creators have a special knack for, or something I consider necessary to be a master storyteller (plenty folks, from George Lucas to JRR Tolkien to Vince Gilligan to Ridley Scott to James Cameron to Steven Spielberg, have produced masterpieces without relying on this very precise ability). Top of mind, the only people I’d really trust to do this particular thing besides Alan Moore would be David Milch, Charlie Kaufmann…maybe the Coens or Alex Garland?   But anyway, what tends to happen when someone who is not a legit supergenius tries to write a character significantly smarter than themselves is that they substitute smugness for actual intelligence, and the character becomes less a mastermind than a smartypants.  Someone who can invent whatever machine the plot needs to keep chugging along, but is so lacking in common sense that the more simpleminded hero can stumble their way into short-circuiting their master plan with some homespun hokum.  Their intelligence is expressed through access to advanced technology or simple plot clairvoyance (in the case of the “he got captured on purpose!” trope) rather than any sort of actually intelligent thought or action (such as the mass media dissection Ozy casually tosses off at the top of his showcase issue of the comic).

See: pretty much all Bond villains

It’s hard to imagine a more illustrative contrast between these two depictions of uber-intelligence than the original Ozymandias and Irons’ depiction, as he is essentially doing Gene Hackman’s Lex Luthor (complete with plentiful clones of Otis and Ms. Tessmacher to rant and roll his eyes at).  The performance, like Hackman’s, is fun and it actually works okay in the more purely villainous role this version of the story casts him in.  But if there is one word I’d use to describe the performance, it is fussy. And that is the complete antithesis of the entire characterization from the comics.  Yes, I do want the character to have changed and developed in the decades since those events, and the show does make it rather explicit that he has lost some marbles over the years in exile, but the character seems to have only devolved into a fairly stock villain.  The version that on the page accepted challenges, insults, and even defeat with unflappable equanimity and a raised eyebrow now seems to be utterly flabbergasted and aggrieved by any level of setback or surprise.  He seems to have lost every bit of the insight into human nature, most especially his own, upon which the literary incarnation had such a frighteningly casual grasp. 

Here is some actual dialogue from book, where Veidt describes his vision of the future:

“I would say without hesitation that a new world is within our grasp, filled with unimaginable experiences and possibilities, if only we want it badly enough.  Not a utopia…I don’t believe that any species could continue to grow and keep from stagnation without some adversity…but a society with a more human basis, where the problems that beset us are at least new problems

This is the character that the show depicts as totally expecting a utopia to result from his grand plan, and going insane when it doesn’t appear overnight.

Again, it’s not entirely unbelievable that such a thoughtful and reflective character would age into this silly old man ruled entirely by ego-driven whims to which he appears completely oblivious.  It’s just that the silly old man is far less interesting than what he was originally (by contrast, Agent Blake is just as much of a departure from the Laurie of the book, but the shift is in a complex and interesting direction and I love it). This doesn’t represent a misunderstanding of the character exactly, so much as a less than complete understanding.  The megalomania was certainly there from the start, but all the nuance that made it interesting is gone.  The character has been flattened to fit more comfortably on the “villain” side of the ledger, complete with a quippy comeuppance that the original story so pointedly denied him.

Conversely, the moral ambivalence of Dr. Manhattan has similarly been flattened out to place him more directly on the “hero” side.  Key elements of the character are subtracted in order to transform the obtuse metahuman deity of the book into the doomed lover in a romantic tragedy that can’t help but feel a bit banal compared to the complex metaphysical deconstruction of the nature of unlimited power and determinism that preceded it.  Making WATCHMEN into a love story is in itself rather missing the point, I think.  There is certainly a romance in the book, but while Dan and Laurie’s connection made all the sense in the world given their hang-ups and how the “heroes” are shown to only really relate to each other, it was not exactly the most of swooning of emotional stuff.  That the show asks us to invest in a romance with Dr. Manhattan as its central emotional lynchpin is a complete nonstarter for me.

Now this.  THIS makes sense to me.

As discussed last week, the lovers’ whole cockamamie “tunnel of love” scheme is self-defeating and utterly unromantic, in a way that the show seems completely blind to.  It has the seed of an actually romantic idea, that a relationship can be worth it even if it is doomed to end badly (see ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND for an actually romantic exploration of this idea), buried somewhere deep inside.  But the Cal that Angela is married to is not the Jon she dated.  To the extent that Jon has a personality at all, it is entirely defined by his otherworldy power, from the moment she meets him.  This is not Pinocchio wishing to turn wooden limbs into flesh; omniscience and omnipotence are not such minor things that they can just be subtracted from a person’s identity and leave them remotely recognizable. The show seems to skirt this, and that so much of the original book is devoted to depicting exactly why Jon isn’t capable of the sort of all-encompassing emotion on which dramatic romance hinges, by positing that his detachment was a pre-existing personality trait that was incidental to, rather than entirely shaped by, becoming an inhuman existing outside of time.  To be fair, Jon Osterman was a fairly passive character even when he was human, but I wonder what they thought any of the Manhattan material in the book (the gradual shedding of the wardrobe, the disintegrations of the relationships with Janey and Laurie, the, uh, explicit abandonment of earthly affairs in their entirety…) was about if not the impossibility of maintaining basic human connections when one has the power to live forever, walk on the sun and experience the universe on both the cosmic and subatomic scales continuously and simultaneously?  And to whatever extent that impassivity is the core of “real” Jon’s character, it just makes a firebrand like Angela falling so madly in love with such a total milquetoast all the less explicable and compelling. 

And look, I do sympathize with the difficulty here.  Even more than Ozymandias, Dr. Manhattan seems a character that becomes increasingly impossible to use in a coherent manner very rapidly, and the comics may have used him to the full extent possible without breaking the story entirely.  Even it had to introduce tachyon particles to reduce his omniscience fairly arbitrarily toward the end!  But I still found it disappointing to see the final episode completely disregard his omniscience and focus only on how he is the most physically powerful being in the world.  As I mentioned before, at that point he could have just been Superman sitting there in a kryptonite cage, rather than the postmodern deconstruction of how Superman probably wouldn’t care enough about humans to fight crime, and would alter the trajectory of world history just by existing.  In fact, it would make more sense if the various factions were vying to steal Superman’s strength rather than Manhattan’s essence, since Superman’s power is just raw power. 

I mean look, I don’t want racists to obtain any godlike powers, but there is reason to think that obtaining Manhattan’s power specifically might be the surest way to purge a person of racism.  The book is thoughtful but not exactly subtle on this point; in one section Ozy is asked about Manhattan’s political leanings and responds “if there is one thing in the cosmos he is not capable of, it’s having a political bias,” and then asking an interviewer “which do you prefer, red ants or black ants?”  When the bad guys’ evil plan is to become Manhattan so they can stomp out all the black ants, that idea seems like it needs to be revisited or addressed in some fashion or another. 

But it’s only the unique power, not the (far more interesting) unique perspective of Manhattan that is at play in the finale.  The entire final sequence builds up to a beautiful image and shot of the foot touching water that makes no sense as an actual cliffhanger; if we are to seriously consider that she just sinks into the pool, then it renders large portions of the setup of the egg and walking on water flat out pointless. It’s not a “Lady or the Tiger” ending at that point, it’s a “Lady or Blank Wall”, which is a nothing of a concept.  But even if we make the obvious assumptions, it also doesn’t make much sense. Apparently, transferring Manhattan’s essence only imbues his limitless power, and not the character-defining timeless perspective?  Or else any doubts about whether the transfer worked would be immediately cleared up without the need for a test drive.  Heck, it seems a lot easier to believe that, if one were to become an atomic superman by eating an irradiated egg, there would probably be some internal shift in physical sensation or perception to clue you in without needing to throw yourself in the pool to confirm the change.  

But okay, maybe that's just me

The main thing about the ending is that Angela attaining godlike powers, without the godlike perspective, reduces a complex and troubling take on godhood to something much more simplistic, and positive in only the most shallow of ways.  We seem meant to cheer that Angela got this power up, since she is basically nice and we like her, but if we are just supposed to be happy that someone with more wherewithal to push back against white supremacy has gained more strength to do so at that point, she may as well have inherited Spiderman’s powers at that point.  I am genuinely confused by the show presenting Angela becoming God as a happy ending, while Trieu becoming God was the world-ending disaster the heroes had to avert.  The show depicts one as villainous and one as heroic, but Trieu’s stated goals upon attaining deification – denuclearization, depollution, ending starvation - are altruistic.  The show argues that she would be inevitably corrupted by that power (which is a view I actually agree with, by the way), and in fact she was already corrupted simply by the pursuit of it (which I don’t buy as much, but it may be more of a semantic distinction than a substantive one).  

What I do not understand is how Angela is supposed to be less corruptible.  Being a rather irreligious person, I don’t want godlike powers gifted to anyone, really.  But if I had to choose between granting it to a self-made trillionaire with some serious daddy issues but generally philanthropic aims, and a cop who demonstrated no abiding respect for civil liberties when granted the simple buffer from consequence that wearing a mask provides, who carries multiple generations of violent racial trauma and anger chemically compacted into a single lifetime,  who thought that giving her lover a full lobotomy so she could be married to a blank slate with a hot bod was a great, romantic idea?  I’d actually pick the “villain” without hesitation. 

I guess we are supposed to take it as given that Angela is a more worthy vessel because she did not actively seek to usurp these powers for herself?  This is a perspective I am familiar with from the last few seasons of GAME OF THRONES leaning hard on it to justify Jon Snow’s suitability to rule despite his intellectual limitations.  And while I do think that there is a core of truth to the axiom that those that seek positions of power are per se unsuited to hold such positions, I also think that taking that perspective as gospel  and the final word on the matter leads to a facile and self-defeating conclusion that we should only elevate politicians lacking in self-awareness and I don’t know, make Forrest Gump president or something. 

"Please, kid, you wish you could have my simple ass back in the White House at this point."

Furthermore, in recent years I have mostly considered that issue of the pursuit of power being inherently corrupt in relation to smaller scale, persistent stories of police brutality; how low hiring standards and compensation levels are in turn overcompensated for with a public deference to and lionizing of cops as heroes by default, in a way that seems like it could have been designed specifically to weed out any applicants for whom the opportunities for petty tyranny that come with a badge are not a major draw.  So I have an extra hard time buying that a cop (much less a vigilante cop like Sister Night) is especially worthy on the basis that they aren’t interested in wielding power capriciously.  And further-furthermore, it’s not like she ate the egg by accident.  She knowingly did it to gain those powers, which pretty much nullifies any argument that it’s okay for her to have it because she didn’t really want it.

Beyond that, I think the show fails in the end to raise the question of whether a more active Manhattan would actually, as William suggests, be a good thing?  The most active thing Jon ever did was to crush the Viet Cong, subjugating an entire culture(s) to a thirty year reign of Richard Nixon.  Or maybe we are supposed to ask that kind of question, and I am just not giving the show enough credit after disagreeing so thoroughly with some of its other decisions.  I’m probably not giving it enough credit, period.  Ultimately, I do recommend the show as a piece of exquisitely crafted, thoughtful sci-fi that functions well enough on its own.  If my endless bitching about certain aspects paling in comparison to the original does anything, I hope it highlights just what an impossible task it was to follow up that original with anything that felt at all justified.  That the show mostly succeeded at presenting a worthy addition is an incredible feat, although I think there may be some sort of lesson in how the best parts were in the early going, when it was defining its own world and heroes that were descended, but distinct, from the original text. 

And with that, let's slide into bullet points

BULLET POINTS 

• ACTUAL BULLET POINT:  Ozymandias catching a bullet was a very cool moment in the book (particularly when he admits that he didn’t know if he could actually do it until he tried), but I wonder if it confused the heck out of people who hadn’t read it when the 80 year-old version did it on the show without context.  

• One unexpected positive thing the finale did, that I would not have thought possible:  justify Judd’s status as a deep, deep, deep cover racist.  It never rang true to me that a sincere racist in his position of authority would find it necessary or possible to hide his bigotry so completely in service of stoking up a culture war, to such nebulous ends and which probably could have been escalated even more effectively with blatant racism.  But when you realize that he knew Cal was Manhattan all along, then the actual ends Cyclops was working toward become so much more specific and extreme that it makes going to so much trouble to buddy up to Angela specifically seem more plausibly motivated. 

• I do think back to the scene in the pilot, though, where he comforts the grieving wife of the officer who got shot.  I think the show laid it on awful thick there, of him acting like a good dude when no one but “us” is watching.  Angela should have been with him, I think, or at least outside, to seed the idea that he is performing to fool her and not just us in the audience.

•  Really, I think this was a relic of the different show they were making for the first 4-5 episodes, one that was more focused on the police department and 7K, and where they were not entirely sure how villainous Judd was yet.  Lindelof more or less admitted as much in one of the interviews he gave, that originally theirs’ was a plot to somehow use the Rorschach and police masks to further the Cyclops mind control plot, and this was eventually discarded when they realized that everyone going after Manhattan’s power streamlined things considerably.   I actually wish we had gotten more of that original show, one where masks and policing were central issues, and Red Scare and Pirate Jenny and maybe even Panda got to be real characters. 

• The streamlining does have the effect of making the climax become almost farcical in the domino effect of 7K sneaking up behind Dr. Manhattan to steal his powers, then Trieu coming in behind them to steal the power from them, then Veidt coming in to take her out, then Looking Glass sneaking up behind to take him out.   It’s fairly riveting as it plays out, but by the end I start to get reminded of this Lonely Island bit.

• I think what the season ultimately needed more than anything was a Trieu/Veidt episode, between 7 and 8.  We needed a lot more time with Veidt to see his frustration mount over decades of being stymied from further shepherding the world toward the utopia he only gradually realized that he really did expect.  Then I might buy the The World’s Smartest Man  being sufficiently broken to react so petulantly to his daughter, and leap at the offer to walk into a gilded cage that any C- philosophy student could have identified as more hell than heaven.  And with Trieu, seeing her deduce her own insane origins and Manhattan’s location, diagnose the world’s problems, and essentially conquer it, had to be good for a few scenes worth of material.  

• But I think I really wanted more insight into her mother, who apparently hated Ozymandias for…reasons?  We know she is a Vietnamese refugee, but Ozy would have been about the only costumed hero who opposed the war, so I’m not sure how that would be the crux of it. I saw an interview with Lindelof that seemed to suggest she hated him for the squid attack, but she knocks herself up with his stolen sample the day before it happens, which is an odd way to punish him compared to, like, doing anything to expose or stop it. 

WATCHMEN 1.08 - "A GOD WALKS INTO ABAR"

 

“A God Walks Into Abar” is finally our Dr. Manhattan episode, after we got our origin episodes for the other main players in the previous weeks.  It is our explainer for what is going on with Veidt and the clones and Europa.  It is a pretty great pun.  And it is Damon Lindelof’s spiritual sequel/reboot of one of his most memorable and acclaimed creations, LOST’s time-tripping epic romance “The Constant” an episode whose concept was certainly and specifically influenced by the Manhattan-centric “Watchmaker” issue of the comic series, with just a skosh of WEEKEND AT BERNIES mixed in.  The episode is, like the entirety of this strange series, brilliantly daring and shockingly effective in large parts but not without goofy or clunky bits cropping up here and there. 

You know, kind of like WEEKEND AT BERNIE'S II

It clears perhaps the most difficult aspect of this entire scenario, that of presenting Manhattan’s non-linear experience of time to the audience in a coherent way, with aplomb.  Although it does have the comic’s blueprint to work from on that score, and the deceptively simple method of having him describe something occurring years in the past or future in the present tense remains as effective on the screen as it was on the page, bolstered by fluid editing between different where and whens.   All the necessary blanks for how Angela, Cal and Veidt got to Europa and/or Tulsa and into the various wacky guises in which the series introduced us to them are filled in.  Where it stumbles for me (though it seems to have worked like gangbusters for many) is in trying to frame this convoluted sci-fi claptrap as a heartfelt romance.  Regina King does some terrific work bringing some real romcom charisma to a younger version of the hard-bitten character we’ve met previously, but I feel like my emotional connection with that character has been broken by this big twist.  It was already a bit of a stretch to put myself in the shoes of a secret vigilante policewoman who adopted the family of her murdered partner, dealing with the revelation that her long-lost grandfather was secretly a famous superhero who secretly murdered her secretly-racist mentor with hypnosis, as she learned by overdosing on his Pensieve pills.  King and the writers have made many of those individual bits of crazy more affecting and relatable than they would seem, don’t get me wrong.  But there’s also a bit of…look, what I really want to do here is just link to a scene from the “Juneteenth” episode of ATLANTA, where a sixtysomething academic is proudly describing her play about “two gangbangers holding a pastor, a pregnant teenager, and a drug dealer hostage inside a strip club, in the middle of Hurricane Katrina”.  But I can’t seem to find a clip or even a .gif of Donald Glover’s perfectly deadpan response “That’s a real situation. I’m glad that story is being told.” 

You'll just have to take my word that the reference would have been apropos AF

But anyway, the point I'm driving at is that especially with genre and mystery shows, it pays to be careful how much contrivance one piles on top of contrivance.  The outlandish elements are in part what draws us in to these stories, but the line between total engagement and utter rejection can be perilously thin.  At least with all those other crazy motions, we went through them with Angela in "real time".  Finding out that she was also the guardian of the most powerful secret in the world that whole time, a secret that would define her emotional state and mindset even more than all that other insanity we assumed was the most important part of her day, just makes me feel like I never really knew her at all. 

  

Which wouldn’t be as big of a deal, except the other half of this central pairing is even less relatable.  Dr. Manhattan is a singularly brilliant fictional creation, but everything distinctive and compelling makes him uniquely poorly suited as a romantic lead.  Not that there isn’t precedent for him to be romantically involved; his last girlfriend was in fact also a superhero.  It made for an interesting shade to the character in the comics that, as he shed nearly every facet of his humanity, he retained a sex drive and interest in younger women.  This does seem a bit incongruous with the rest of the character, and if one were so inclined, it’s not terribly hard to see it as part of a strain of dirty old man vibes that run through Alan Moore’s work, which includes a work of self-professed “pornography” about the teenage heroines of classic fairy tales.  But I’m not very interested in wagging that sort of finger, and I’m not well versed enough in his full output to do it properly anyway.  Suffice to say that WATCHMEN, while it can be sexually frank, is hardly salacious in how it presents its sexual elements.  And those elements are crucial to the story. Moore has talked generally about how he has to know how the characters operate sexually, even if it never comes up directly, in order to really understand them, and with Manhattan in particular his sexuality serves a definite narrative purpose. His relationship with Laurie gives him a remaining, necessary tether to the world and plot, but in terms of emotion it is really only affecting on her end rather than his, as she struggles with the complications of dating the most powerful being in the universe.

Of course, this is not the first show to break this particular ground

The show actually gives more context for Jon’s continued interest in romance after he has transcended all other physical bounds, via his childhood encounter with the most open-minded and gently encouraging sex-positive couple of Anglican aristocrats in all of 1930s Bedfordshire. But in telling this as a love story, and a repeatedly, explicitly tragic love story at that, it tries to make him a bit too human.  I want to stress that this gripe is about overall effect, not believability.  I find it very plausible that people would be romantically interested to Dr. Manhattan, particularly if those people have daddy issues (which would be most of the world’s population and all of the cast of a Damon Lindelof show).  Manhattan even makes this explicit in the episode, that the traumatic upheaval of Angela's childhood made his placid omnipotence especially reassuring to her in the big picture, even as it becomes increasingly impossible to live with day to day.  And for his part, the episode does a good job of establishing how omniscience has made him eager to experience actual risk and the unknown again.

What I don’t buy so much is that Adrian’s convenient amnesia-ring is actually a solution that either of them would really buy into.  This is potentially a rant for another blog, but suffice to say that if there is one narrative device that I hate, hate, hate, under almost any circumstance it is amnesia. Okay, there may be a couple instances where I can abide it (MULHOLLAND DRIVE and certain Bioware RPGs come to mind as examples where something interesting is done with it), but generally it strikes me as the laziest of crutches a writer can possibly lean on.  And here, I just don’t get what Jon and Angela are even going for.  When she asks him “if your memories are gone, will you still be you?”, my immediate response is “NO, OF FUCKING COURSE NOT WHAT A STUPID QUESTION.” He reassures her that amnesia won’t mean she is losing him, but…yes, it absolutely means that.  Our memories are who we are, and Cal is not Jon, not at all. He is a blank slate.  A Realdoll.  Her relationship with Jon is entirely defined by his power and omniscient perspective, right from the start.  If he even has a personality independent of those things, Angela has no knowledge or connection to that man, and without his memories he has no connection to her, not to mention no context or way to appreciate the risk he is finally able to take.

I can almost roll with the idea that he would just go ahead and do it anyway, although it would be more because he is so supremely bored with omniscience as to risk oblivion just for a change of pace than because, as the show would have it, he is so in wuv with Angela that he will do anything to be with her.   I’m struggling to come up with a real world analogy for how utterly backwards I find this conception of love, but nothing quite captures the depth of the wrongness.  If my wife had been a pirate of the Caribbean when we met and fell in love, and then you told me today that the only way we could stay together is if she got a full frontal lobotomy, forgot about me entirely, and we had to start over with her not being a pirate, but a dental assistant in Cedar Rapids, then I would have real reservations about what we were even preserving.  But even that doesn’t really get there, because while a pirate is a strong identity, it is nowhere near the level of being a god unstuck in time. 

If you are willing to lobotomize someone you love in order to be with them, I find that pathetic and even reprehensible rather than romantic, but it also seems self-defeating on even a selfish level.  With my piratewife, at least I could tell myself that there is some core of personality that would transfer to dental hygienistry; her humor, her kindness, her intelligence would reassert itself in some recognizable.  But Angela has nowhere to even begin imagining what Jon is actually like underneath the godhood.  The only consistent personality trait is the placidity, which yes, is reassuring in the context of an all powerful deity but is not exactly a unique or exciting enough trait in a partner to inspire the type of wacky lengths these kids are going to in order to (sort of but not really) remain together.  She fell in love with a godhead, and then they go to all this trouble so she can what?  Be married to Snuffaluffagus?

Sorry, man, no shots.

   

So anyway, the upshot of all that is that while many of the beats of this arc are executed very effectively, I think there is a fundamental misjudgment involved with making Dr. Manhattan, one of the least romantic character in literary history, into the focal point of a romantic tragedy.  This misses the point at least slightly, in ways that tie into how I’ve felt Veidt’s characterization has been a bit off too.   In both cases, I don’t think I would have issues if I didn’t have the examples from the book to compare to, but that’s the nature of this project so I can only play the ball as it lies. Veidt gets his best scenes yet when he meets with Manhattan this week, that finally lay out exactly how and why he is trapped 390 million miles from Earth.  And the reasons, when typed out or summarized, make enough sense – he is so disillusioned by how his grand plan succeeded in ending the Cold War but failed to produce the utopia he expected that he jumps at the chance to go to Jon’s utopia on Europa and bask in the worship he felt entitled to on earth.  That is a workable motivation and scenario, but the execution just doesn’t quite fit for me.  The reason, I think, touches upon one of my favorite, most maddening and endearing phenomena in fiction: getting to see a dumb person’s idea of a smart person. 

Now, I should hasten to add that I don’t think any of the writers on the show are actually dumb.  In all likelihood, they are to a man/woman, smarter than me.  But one of the things I’ve come to appreciate about the novel is that Alan Moore is an honest to god mad genius (emphasis on both words), and as such he has an rather unique ability to write characters of extraordinary intellect with a plausibility that transcends the capes and tights and psychic squids of it all.  It’s a difficult thing to define exactly, but characters like Veidt and Manhattan carry an unmistakable air of complexity that requires a genuinely extraordinary mind to craft.  Whereas the show’s versions, while you can kind of see how they got there, are just slightly simplified.  In the book, Manhattan was presented as a deity of sorts, but a stubbornly secular and distant one.  The show leans heavily into the most obvious religious symbolism available, making him a more explicit Christ figure by having him walk knowingly into his own death to further a grander design, and whipping up a batch of Eucharistic waffles to pass on his godliness to whatever followers consume it (more on that, and a whopper of a prediction, in the bullet points).  He also maintained romantic attachments, but in an almost vestigial way that was presented as tragic mainly for his significant others, but only sad for him in a faint, almost clinical sense.  The show presents it as almost a TWILIGHT-style romance, where the boyfriend’s supernatural powers are just so awesome that it makes dating him difficult.  

There is even a part of this episode where Manhattan's
level of skin sparkling is an issue between the lovers

That’s oversimplifying, for sure, but hold on, I have even finer hairs to split with Veidt.  The picture the show paints, of a megalomaniac coming unglued when the success of his plan does not provide him with all the satisfaction and accolades he believes he deserves, is again fine enough on its own.  But while retaining the advanced intellect, the show removes the crucial element of self-awareness that made the character stand out from any of the other supposed evil-genius-as-written-by-a-C-student that populate comic books.  Veidt in the book had hopes for “a stronger loving world” to result from his squid gambit, but he was nowhere near naïve enough to expect a utopia to arise or maintain itself overnight.  He had plans to continue to help the new world along, because he knew full well that there would be more work to do after the Cold War ended.  Show Veidt is completely undone by the failure of this childish notion to come to pass, not to mention completely blindsided by the prospect that a sterile utopia full of nothing but servants that worship you abjectly may be in some way unsatisfying.  Which is an idea that anyone who has taken a high school level philosophy survey or seen like, maybe two TWILIGHT ZONE episodes, should be acquainted with.   

I really think you could have gotten to the same place with only a little more screen time and slightly subtler direction.  If the performance leaned more on exhaustion than petulance, if there were another line or two making more explicit that his stronger loving world has rejected his guiding hand, insisting on pursuing dirty energy sources and rebuilding nuclear arsenals (there are suggestions of this, but they are buried within his self-pitying rantings), this would go down smoother.  If those lines included some of the self-awareness of the comic version, saying, perhaps that he knew the world would not transform into utopia overnight, but I thought, by now, things would be better, but they have only gotten worse.  Or an acknowledgment that while he didn’t do it intending to ever take credit, he’s been surprised as the years go by how much it’s come to eat at him that no one knows what lengths he went to in order to give the world the fresh start he’s watched it piss away.  My ability to sketch in these character motivations and details for myself has been honed mightily over the last few seasons of GAME OF THRONES, but I really would like for the show to connect and underline a few of these dots for us sometimes. 

Okay, that’s enough churlish whining for one week.  For all my griping, this remains the most interesting, involving, best looking-and-sounding (seriously, Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross’s scoring is so fucking good) show on television, and I’m very excited not just to see how it wraps up next week, but to get back to the characters I like and relate to best, i.e. Laurie, Looking Glass, and Lube Man.

The Hero We Deserve

Now let’s do some random points and one big wild prediction that I am actually pretty damn sure of.

RANDOM POINTS AND ONE BIG WILD PREDICTION

• Angela’s assault on the 7K at the end was supposed to be a grand romantic feat, but it gave me a heavy vibe of a late-game GTA/RED DEAD mission.  Dozens of faceless goons huddled around a mounted weapon that you can mow through, but you/she are scripted to lose before you can reach the objective because that is the only way the story can progress.

• The Veidt jail scene was pretty clearly repositioned as a post-credits bit very late in the game.  I bet they  realized when cutting it together that maintaining the audience’s orientation in Jon’s uncanny perspective was difficult enough without inserting any significant departure from it halfway through the episode.

• Veidt’s aside explaining how Manhattan’s powers could only reassert themselves by instinct in, in life-threatening situations, made me actually laugh out loud as about the most hamfisted bit of plothole spackle I ever heard.  It seems like Irons doesn’t even try to make it seem like a natural aside in the moment; the snapping of his fingers like it just occurred to him is particularly unconvincing.  His hands are really chewing the scenery throughout the entire scene, actually.

• Introducing the episode and Dr. Manhattan with the opening strains of “Rhapsody In Blue” may have one toe over into “too cute” territory, but I’ll allow it.

• I talked negatively a lot, but the interactions in Antartica are largely great.  The exchange about Adrian gambling on Manhattan still having morals is my favorite bit. 

• Look, I’m not saying that the episode would have been better if they had used Bruce Springsteen’s “Tunnel Of Love” on the jukebox instead of whatever do-wop song with that title they went with. I am saying it would have been better if they had used Dire Straits’ “Tunnel Of Love”. 

• Dire Straits rules.

• It’s awfully nice of Red Scare, Pirate Jenny and the rest of Tulsa PD, who are presumably hot on Angela’s tail and have cars and radios and stuff, to give her and Jon a 20 minute or so break in which to sort out their shit.  I was going to say that Red and Jenny have been the most underused elements of the entire show, but also here is my prediction:  the season ends with Red Scare becoming the new Dr. Manhattan.

• Hear me out.  This episode establishes that Jon could, if the plot demanded, put some of his essence into some food (say a batch of waffles) and pass on his powers to whoever eats it.  Obviously this has to come into play in the finale, and most people are assuming that Angela takes a bite in order counter Keene and 7K’s plan to steal the powers.  But there is also this bit player, who has basically one character trait established over the course of the season, which constantly being hungry to the point that he will eat potential evidence while on the job.  And he’s headed toward the house with those waffles.  So I say it goes something like this:  Looking Glass shows up disguised as 7K to rescue Laurie, but ultimately they need Lube Man to bail them both out.  Keene ascends to godhood, Laurie pops back up to off him somehow, and the coda has Red Scare grabbing a waffle, setting us up for a new, angry red Russian god to replace the placid blue American one.    Roll on snare.  Curtains.  Cue “Back In The USSR”.  Good Season.