It reminded me of a tea party Eric Cartman might host with Professor Chaos

Rating: 1/10 (16 March 2009)

Watchmen A silly little tea party attended by the fanboy elite whose under nourished appetites are invited to dine on the cloned flesh of the superhero mythos.
A witless spoof of a spoof witnessed by the socially retarded unemployed who hate the real world for not having not an ounce of magic or wonder left to exploit.
A self-important love letter written by those who believe themselves to be the gods of art, mailed to themselves and opened with surprise and the pretense of modesty in a shower of self-congratulatory kisses.
An orgy of vomit splattered on the central theme that little boys desire to be men, nay, supermen in a world that will ultimately cripple and destroy their hopes and dreams Â– created by men who are incapable of growing up.
And so director Zack and scribe Alan sing conflicting songs but in the same key. "Aren't I clever. I am better than the genre itself. Kiss me and worship me for being so pretentious. I rise above you all and spit on you because I'm clever. I'm clever! Look at me mommy, aren't I clever." To put the matter plainly this movie is nothing more than man escaping from escapism and fails at its weak attempt.