lunedì 23 febbraio 2009

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

Dr. Manhattan: Thermo-dynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermo-dynamic miracle.

Laurie Juspeczyk: But...if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!
Dr. Manhattan: Yes. Anybody in the world... But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. [...] Come... dry your eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.

Ogni volta che lo rileggo, ho i brividi. E' esattamente per parti come queste che Watchmen è il miglior fumetto mai scritto. E' per riflessioni così - più ancora che per la sua sceneggiatura perfetta e l'impressionante tecnica con cui è costruito - che merita un posto tra i classici della letteratura, non solo disegnata. 
Non so cosa verrà fuori dal film di Snyder, ma per quanto possa essere ben realizzato e fedele, non potrà eguagliare la bellezza dell'opera originale. Ed è per questo che dovreste leggerla. Tutti.

In Alan (Moore) we trust.

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