The movie adaptation of his comic book Watchmen has raked in more than £65million since its release this month.

But writer Alan Moore will not receive a penny – although it looks as if he could do with a pound or two for a trip to the barber.

The eccentric writer lives in a modest terrace house in Northampton and remains a recluse amid the hype surrounding the Hollywood blockbuster.

The 55-year-old author says he wants nothing to do with the film because his story, published in 1986, is not suited to the big screen. He said: ‘It was designed to exploit all the things that comic books can do and no other medium can.’

He has insisted any royalties go to the artist who drew Watchmen, Dave Gibbons.

Mr Moore could not prevent the sale of film rights as they are owned by his former publisher, DC Comics.

But he says the film has left him ‘spitting venom’. He ignored the West End premiere, instead going for a walk near his home with his wife Melinda.

Watchmen, starring Malin Akerman as Silk Spectre II, tells of the murder of a retired superhero, and the efforts of his former comrades to discover what happened. After filming there was a tussle between rival studios over rights.

And Mr Moore, who claims he is a practising magician, quipped: ‘Perhaps it’s been cursed from afar, from England.’

He also refused to have anything to do with films of his other books: V For Vendetta, The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen and From Hell.