I haven't seen this (yet) nor have I read the graphic novel(s). But my husband is a big fan, so I know I'll be seeing it soon.
So, today at lunch he starts telling me bits about the characters and such. And he mentions one named Doctor Manhattan, who -- apparently -- hardly ever wears clothes.
"Why not?" said I.
"He was involved in an accident with radiation (I think), " he responds, "and it imbued him with--"
"Rampant Nudity?" (Yeah, that was me.)
"--godlike powers."
"... I liked my answer better."
We resumed eating (with giggling on my part) for awhile, and then I reminded him that he never really answered my question. I mean, people with godlike powers should have a pretty easy time getting clothes.
"Well, he's blue."
"Ah. And that distracts people from the nudity? Is he always blue?"
"Yes, but he can shift between different shades of blue."
"Oh! Oh! Is he a hyperintelligent Shade of the color blue?"
(Pressing on and ignoring me) "And sometimes he's 50 feet tall. That can be hard on clothes."
"He can't find a tailor? Someone to take his measurements and fix him up?"
"People are probably more concerned about the 50 foot tall part than the naked part."
"People are probably not real happy about the 5 foot dangly bits on the naked man."
And after giggling a bit more I apologized for teasing him about his fandom. And he explained that he thinks this guy has lost touch with the little things that make people like me laugh at him uncomfortable, and so really doesn't think clothes are important.
Which I can see.
But hubby deserved the teasing, because the last time he caught me watching Advent Children, he gave Cloud all kinds of silly dialogue.
And I promised to go see Watchmen with him. And I will behave. Probably.