As I write this post, it is only eight days until we geek comic book fans experience what was once thought to be impossible. Or, would never happen within out lifetimes.

The graphic novel by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons, The Watchmen, will finally be manifest as a brutal, dark and beautiful visage upon the silver screen.

Well, that is what we die hard comic book geeks hope.

We hope it will be do the original story penned my Moore justice. We hope it will allow the symmetry of the original story and it's multi-dimensional characters escape from the screen to cohabit the darkened theater aisles with us for all 161 minutes of its running time.

We hope that Rorschach smashes the un-silenced cell phones that ring during this movie  - along with the fingers of those who own them.

Everybody that I know who has read this story always finds something in it that they could identify with. In that sense, I liken this epic story to the music of Johnny Cash. You may not be a fan of country or fold music, but I am will to be a million dollars that there is at least one Cash song that you can relate to. All of his songs were about very human experiences.

Human experiences.

The Watchment story may be set in a terrifying alternative history where Nixon is still President, the worlds super powers sweat nervously while twitching their fingers milimeters above 'the button' and masked super heroes are the central characters - it is still a very human story. With the exception of Jon Osterman aka. Dr. Manhattan, all of the 'heros' are devoid of any real super powers.

With only a few minutes left on the clock before nuclear armageddon, these very real human characters must  plumb the depths of own sense of humanity and identify to follow what ever moral compass they have through the murky waters as this story progresses.

God, I hope Hollywood did not blow this one.