
My feature on the movie Watchmen, which is released nationwide this Friday. Article originally appeared in Day and Night in the Irish Independent on February 27. 
Matthew Goode is positively  giddy about his role in the long-awaited movie Watchmen - so  much so that he’s even proudly talking about it to random strangers  in airports. I know this for a fact, because I was one such random  stranger. 
There I was on a Tuesday morning,  sitting in the departure lounge in Heathrow, reading my copy of Watchmen  while waiting to board my flight to Los Angeles for the movie’s promotional  junket, when this guy sitting opposite me asks: “Are you enjoying  it?”
“Yes, very much,” I reply,  obvlious. “Have you read it too?” He smiles and replies: “Well,  I play the character of Ozymandias in the movie.” Bewildered, I stare  at him for a moment, before embarrassment sets in, and I start srcambling  through my brain for his name. Just as I’m about to stammer something  in reply, Matthew Goode hops up off his seat and joins the queue to  board the plane.
Two days later, Goode, sporting  scruffy stubble and clad in casual shirt, jeans and a beany hat, is  just as excited, bouncing into a hotel room in the Hilton in Beverly  Hills. He sits briefly in his chair, before he jumps back up, grabs  a cookie off a nearby refreshments tray, and heads towards the terrace. 
“I’m going to be a bit  cheeky and have a sneaky fag before we start,” he says, and for the  next three minutes, he leans out of the window, puffing into the glorious  LA sunshine, all while gabbing excitedly about his girlfriend back home  in London who is about to give birth (“to my baby, which is frightening”)  and what it was like to “suck face” with Colin Firth for three weeks  while making the forthcoming A Single Man (“I loved every minute  of it”). 
The 30-year-old British actor  has every right to be this cock-a-hoop. His role as the charismatic  billionaire Adrian Veidt (aka Ozymandias) in the big screen adaptation  of Alan Moore and Dave Gibbon’s iconic graphic novel is Goode’s  first foray into the world of mega-budget blockbusters – and this  is a doozy of a one to be associated with.
First published as a series  of 12 comics in 1986-87, before being edited together into a grapic  novel that later made Time magazine’s list of the best books  of the twentieth century, Watchmen is set in an dystopian, alternative  America in 1985, where a draconian government headed by Richard Nixon  (entering his fourth term on the back of winning the Vietnam war) has  outlawed once-beloved costumed superheroes from acting as vigilantes. 
When one such retired hero,  The Comedian (Jeffrey Dean Morgan), is brutally killed, his former comrade,  the masked Rorschach (Jackie Earl Haley), takes it on himself to solve  the murder, assembling the reluctant ex-crew of Watchmen to help him,  including billionaire Ozymandias (Goode), the Night Owl (Patrick Wilson),  Silk Spectre (Malin Ackerman) and, the only one with real superpowers,  the atomic, blue-skinned Dr Manhattan (Billy Crudup). 
It’s a complex, multi-layered,  uncompromising graphic novel, and the movie (which was 20 years in the  making) is suprisingly faithful to the source. While that will no doubt  please the original’s fanboys, it carries the risk of alienating the  uniniated or the moviegoers expecting an easily-accessible Spiderman-esque  franchise. 
“It is a concern,” Goode  says. “It’s such a visual feast, and made with so much affection  for the source, that I can guarantee that there will be people who come  out saying, ‘I f*cking hated it, I didn’t understand it’, but  hopefully that will encourage other newcomers to see it and make up  their own minds.”
As he speaks, his co-star in  the movie, Billy Crudup, come into the room. Classically handsome (he  wouldn’t look out of place on the set of Mad Men), the tanned  and relaxed Crudup jokingly throws his eyes up to heaven as Goode finishes  his point, lunges for more cookies off the tray, and nips back out for  another cigarette. “Kids,” he quips.
Crudup, an award-winning stage  actor who has made an impressive leap into movies with roles in Almost  Famous, Stage Beauty and The Good Shepherd, is virtually  unrecognisable on screen, disguised as he is under heavy CGI to affect  Dr Manhattan’s atomic glow and God-like physique. 
Indeed, the character of Manhattan  is all set to become an usual sex symbol, especially as he is frequently  seen on screen fully nude, his impressive, er, instrument hanging out  for all to see. Crudup smiles as I raise the topic. “This is a character  with enormous power who refuses to accept the social constraints of  a culture he couldn’t give a crap about,” the 40-year-old says. 
“What’s really fun about  it now is observing how people can’t really deal with his nudity.  I would say that this topic has occupied 40 per cent of all interviews  I’ve done for this movie. Sociologically I find that really interesting,  not the least of which because the penis itself is fabricated.”
Ah so, it’s not modelled  to scale? “I’m just saying that, like the rest of Dr Manhattan,  it’s fabricated,” he replies with a smile. “It’s interesting  that this movie has some pretty pornographic violence, and themes of  holocaust and doomsday, and yet it’s all about the blue dong.”
At that point Crudup is whisked  off, and in comes the strapping Jeffrey Dean Morgan, best known for  his role as heart patient Denny Duqette on TV sensation Grey’s  Anatomy, and for wooing Hilary Swank with a dodgy Irish brogue in  PS I Love You.
“I was very conscious of  that accent during filming PS,” he later tells me. “It was  a challenge, but I had a great time making it. I filmed and stayed in  Wicklow. Man, I could live there. I loved it.”
Dressed in a black suit, with  open-necked white shirt, and bedecked in several silver skull rings  and blingtastic bracelets, Morgan is sporting a grey-flecked beard,  which seems to disappoint two of his adoring female fans in the press  corp. “I’ve been off for the past month, so this is me au natural,”  he explains in his deep voice, lazily leaning back in his chair. 
The role of The Comedian couldn’t be farther from Morgan’s hitherto nice-guy screen persona. In Watchmen, the 42-year-old plays a ruthless, government-sanctioned killer and would-be rapist, who thinks nothing of shooting dead a Vietnamese woman carrying his own child. Morgan’s devoted Denny Duquette brigade are in for a real shock.
“Oh I reckon those fans are  just going to have to live with it,” he laughs. “Like Watchmen,  Grey’s has its own fans who are very specific and they feel very  protective of the characters. It will be interesting to see those worlds  collide. But I think a lot of those fans wont see it because they will  know what kind of movie this is, and what kind of badass The Comedian  is, and realise that it’s not their thing.”
Morgan will playing another  villain later this year, when he reunites with Hilary Swank for the  thriller The Resident, one of five movies he has signed on for  since wrapping Watchmen. “I like to work,” he states. “I  spent 20 years not working and trying to get work, so I’m not going  to complain. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
With that, Matthew Goode sneaks  back into the room. I ask him about his forthcoming romcom Leap Year,  which will see him filming in Ireland alonsgide red-hot red-head Amy  Adams. “I still don’t understand why anyone wanted me, a British  guy, to play an Irishman,” he laughs. “It must be because [Michael]  Fassbender and the boys are very busy at the moment. It’s due to be  filmed in Dingle and Dublin in the summer.” 
As he moves to leave, I bring  up our airport encounter. “Oh f*ck yeah,” he exclaims. “Afterwards  I thought to myself, ‘What a dick. Did I just boast to a total stranger  that I’m in that movie’. But I just thought it was so cool that  someone was there in front of me reading Watchmen, I had to say  something. That’s wicked. Maybe I’ll see on the flight back.”
“Something tells me we’ll  be sitting in different sections of the plane,” I say back to him.  Goode just laughs as he exits the room, too much of a sound gent to  say what no doubt must have crossed his mind: ‘Too bloody right, mate.  Too bloody right.’
Who’s who in Watchmen:
The Comedian: Anti-anti-hero  and government-owned killer, brutally murdered in opening scene.
Ozymandias: Former ‘mask’  who made billions corporatising his superhero image.
Rorschach: Pyschotic but oddly  moral vigilante with moving-inkblot mask
Night Owl II: Nerdy, flabby  ornithologist who finds his wings once in costume.
Silk Spectre I: Retired, ageing  hero, mother of Laurie Jupiter aka Silk Spectre II
Silk Spectre II: Lyra-clad  scientist; lover of Dr Manhattan
 
 

2 comments:
I have read the graphic novel several times over the yrs. I cannot wait for the movie and hope that it lives up to the hype so far. Blue dong is merely a distraction. :)
I liked the movie - but I think it's going to divide people. It's one that will be more appreciated in time me thinks.
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