300 sucked. It sucked the life out of me at the same time it lured my companion in the cinema toward fan boy nirvana. I know, I know. You and the next guy absolutely loved it. I just didn't. I never thought ridiculously muscular abs, coupled with preposterous slow motion scenes and Leonidas' tiresome proclamations, would have intense soporific effects. Then again, I never thought of those things. Until they were forced into every crevice in my unsuspecting gray matter. I only had Zack Snyder, the director, to blame.

Now, Mr. Snyder is back with another graphic novel film adaptation. Watchmen, no less. The most celebrated graphic novel of all time. How did he do this time? Perhaps more importantly, how did I do? Did I also fall asleep 20 minutes into the movie?

No. On the contrary, I had a rockin' good time. Here's a few reasons as to why I did.

One word: Rorschach. He is no doubt the most interesting character in the story. He is played to perfection by Jackie Earl Haley, who I remember was also menacingly good in Little Children.

Another Little Children actor, Patrick Wilson, plays Nite Owl. In Little Children, he had extramarital affairs with Kate Winslet. In Watchmen, he gets to copulate while airborne with...

Malin Akerman. She plays Silk Spectre II, super-straight hair and all. Her acting's a bit wooden but she makes up for it with her stunner of a body covered in latex.

Slow-mos are inevitable, but when the device is used it's used effectively.

A non-linear narrative, which I'm a complete sucker for.

Violence. Lots of it. And sex, too. At least what MTRCB deemed enough for Filipino eyes to see.

A bafflingly thought-provoking (or thought-provokingly baffling) denouement.

The male genitalia. From here on out you can call it by its new name: Dr. Manhattan.

One thing I didn't like about the film? Richard Nixon's frozen upper lip.