I’ve only ever had a cursory relationship with all-things Watchmen having read the majority of the graphic novel and seen the film a couple of times, so would consider myself a liker of it generally but in no way possessive about it.
After watching the pilot I felt it was full of itself coming from enjoying the trashtacular The Boyz, which was Watchmen-by-way-of-Deadpool for all its irreverence, however by the time it announced itself as a sequel my investment was secured. As a continuation of the original work it probably has less to say than what’s already come before it but it didn’t prevent it from being massively entertaining and affecting throughout.
Regina King was a standout and at no point did I notice Jeremy Irons’ weird breathing like I do with most of his films, and Tim Blake Nelson has reminded me to go watch Buster Scruggs again.
If the last scene didn’t have the flashback (the bad kind that violates Show Don’t Tell) it would’ve been perfect, and the story definitely only had room for one season without being stretched like almost every damned series.
No regrets.