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We told you about
the rock’n’roll and nobody fuckin’ listened…
Ian Astbury, Reading,
August 26, 2001
It’s been a long
time since the last comic revolution. To be more precise, 15 years.
It was in fact in
September 1986 that DC Comics started publishing the first issue
of the maxiseries Watchmen. Nothing has ever been the same since
then.
Timing was excellent:
after years of dull superhero adventures, U.S. comics, pushed by
a new wave of artists committed to innovating a medium still full
of old clichés, were finally starting to lose their naiveté.
The so-called "American Renaissance" was about to kick
in.
The names are famous:
the usual suspects that come to mind are Miller, Claremont, Matt
Wagner, Chaykin. And obviously Alan Moore.
The
English writer had already built an impressive resume, with his
acclaimed runs on the awesome MiracleMan and the seminal Swamp Thing
(the latter being considered by many the best ongoing comic of all
time), but it’s with Watchmen that Moore becomes incomparable, and,
albeit unwillingly, the model to follow.
Incidentally, according
to the influential Comics Journal (I totally agree with this thesis,
by the way), from that moment on, the success of Moore has provoked
his madness: the writer, in fact, too worried about the influence
of his charisma on the perception of his opus by the readers, had
a nervous breakdown. The result of this is a mainstream-underground
schizophrenia that still goes on today, between the works with Eddie
Campbell and America’s Best Comics for Homage-DC Comics.
In the U.S., who
reads Snakes and Ladders or From Hell will never know that Moore
is the writer of Wild C.A.T.s and Tom Strong, and vice versa. Weird,
isn’t?
Let’s
go back to Watchmen, though.
With MiracleMan and
Swamp Thing Moore had tried to adapt the superhero comics to the
spirit of the eighties. With Watchmen, instead, the writer starts
an "archetyping" plan that, in a different form, is still
going on today (as America’s Best Comics easily testify).
The existence, the
reasons, the ethic and even the aesthetics (the essence, in a word)
of the superheroes are dissected in a surgical way. It doesn’t really
matter if the reason why Moore invented the new characters way the
impossibility to use the original Charlton characters (whose rights
DC had just acquired).
In fact, thanks to
the "plagiarism" of Captain Atom, the Question, Blue Beetle,
among the others (transformed respectively in Dr. Manhattan, Rorschach
e Night Owl), Moore questions the superhero role, creating what
is now referred to as the "superhero revisionism". The
result is a miracle of critic analysis.
The main characters
of Watchmen all represent a different (important) aspect of the
superhero mythology, even on the visual side. They complement each
other, showing all the contradictions and the neuroses of the American
society, in the period when the Rambo attitude was very fashionable.
The
capacity by Moore to capture the zeitgeist is impressive,
especially thinking that Watchmen was written 15 years ago. The
Tatcher paranoia, that the writer has undoubtedly absorbed in massive
amounts, fits perfectly with the destruction of the American Dream.
But the greatness
of Watchmen is the fact that Moore does not only question it, but
he shows what the American Dream (if it ever existed) has become:
not Liberty, Justice, God and Country, but the violence of the Comedian,
the mediocrity of Night Owl, the inner demons of Rorschach, the
ambiguity of Ozymandias, the neurosis of Silk Spectre and the otherness
of Doctor Manhattan.
Even the non-superhero
element makes us think: from the Knot junkies, to the lesbian couple,
the psychologist, the newspaper man, the policemen and the right
winged New Frontiersman bullpen, the are all annihilated (like the
shadow-like pictures that remind us of Hiroshima) in font of the
truth. Not even Adrian Veidt, the most intelligent man in the world,
can understand. Only Rorschach has opened his eyes, and he cannot
go back. We are alone. There is nothing else.
Watchmen,
regardless of the fact that the plot can be summarised in the typical
superhero plot (it’s meant to be like that, remember the "archetyping"
plan we mentioned before?), gives raise to an incredible amount
of reading levels.
Each shows two different
antithetical situations, juxtaposing them: it is not possible to
go through each of them, given the richness of Watchmen, so I’ll
just point out some of the ones that seem more interesting to me.
For example, the
"real" reality and the fictional "comic in the comic"
(the pirate books), the every day life compared to the world-shattering
events, the different approach to science by Ozymandias and Doc
Manhattan, the "totalitarism" of Rorschach or Veidt, rape
and love, the absolute rationality (Veidt and Dr. Manhattan) against
pure instinct (Rorschach and the Comedian), men against supermen.
The writing technique
is superb. The cuts are brilliant and the care in the psychology
of the main characters, all somehow unpleasant but at the same time
so human that we can’t help but sympathise with (yes, the Comedian
too) is unparalleled.
Watchmen marks at
the same time the beginning and the end of an era, the (re)birth
of American comics and the death of the innocence in comics.

And, as Rorschach
says to the psychologist, he is not the one who is locked up with
us. We are the ones locked up with him.
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