I found this to be a sincerely earnest effort and, frankly, as someone who just got out of the year 2020 alive, I can kinda understand why someone would feel impotent in the face of chaotic world events.
I personally don't think I really grasp how close we as a race were to nuclear destruction during the Cold War- works like this give a grave sense of dread that tends to permeate the culture. And I can't imagine what it must have been like.
It must have been a haunting feeling that interrupted all the new wave music from time to time. A feeling none of us should have ever had to think about...
...so Dan and Laurie bang in this chapter...
For your sake, it's surprisingly easier to digest than it was in the film. (Despite the flamethrower gag somehow not being a singular invention of the film adaptation).
I think it's interesting to point out how long it takes to read a comic. For me, it's about 15 minutes at most.
But because of these 9 panel grids in Watchmen, I find each chapter takes about 50-65 minutes.
I don't have anything inspiring to add to that. But if you're looking for a girthy tale with some weight, look no further. This bitch be densely packin. There's no fat, just muscle. Nothing feels wasted either.
That's all I really got to say.
I won't call this a filler issue. Because character development, contrary to popular belief, isn't filler.
I will call it a breather issue tho.
It feels like a calm before a storm chapter. Our characters grapple with the grave realities of their world and basically fuck in the face of Armageddon. (Literally).
I find I'm extra critical of scenes depicting intimacy, just cause it's weirdly easy for a writer to accidentally make it feel strange. Like, remember POUND CAKE from 11/22/63? I love that book, but yikes. I still can't look at POUND CAKE anymore without thinking of time traveling school teachers having sex.
I am gonna land on the brighter side of the equation when it comes to whether or not the sex scene in Watchmen works. Mostly because it fits in with the rest of the book's brazen nihilism fart-farts.
That, and Dan and Laurie seem like the loneliest of the Watchmen, with unique problems few can relate to. It makes sense circumstance would bring them together during such dire times. Images like them making out in front of a nuclear bomb feel so awfully iconic, you forget it uses a bunch of thin panels to tell the story rather than giant splash pages. I admire the restraint, because it somehow works.
Perhaps I'm soft. Seeing broken people find momentary relief from a universe that doesn't make sense is cathartic to... most people?