Hooked by the intro, this hits the floor running but runs out of steam in the middle part. The perils of having to explain the origin stories of all characters, and the mandatory sex scenes.

Even though this has some silly elements, it’s still my favourite comic book adaptation. The intro with the Bob Dylan song stands as a Oscar-worthy short film.

The soundtrack is just the crème de la crème of twentieth century Americana, as is the entire main plot. Ironic that Alan Moore wrote so much of it.

The full three and half hours long version includes the animated Black Freighter counterpoint to the main plot, at least to Roscharch’s militant nihilistic anarchism.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision