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The New Yorker’s Review Of “Watchmen”

jstn:

Right in the middle it casually gives away the end of the story (which I am currently reading, and subsequently have just had ruined by the New Yorker). Hating the movie doesn’t give you license to fuck it up for everyone else, Anthony Lane.

Or am I truly the last person on Earth who hadn’t read it yet?

You might be, but that is still an unforgivable thing to do. For shame.