End trails not entrails, where the line between the finish and strewn crosses paths in the middle of the night. There are only so many sunsets before the dawn and then, after that, a close crash into the break of morning. Where it all happens to dwindle down again into the miasma that is the chaos of another day looking toward tomorrow.
Fighting in the depths of a swamp, or the belly of a beast, it's a high flavour soak in terms of watching the Shaolin Cowboy deliver his unspoken justice. Oh but what charisma in deliverance, of spinning around and splitting the cut what spreads over pages into the rubble and fine granular detail. Sombre tones, a wallow of the brown casting a shadow of doubt on the play and who know really where it all is going to end. If ever.
The Veronicas are back again and that's the only reason to pick up the comic from the outset. It's a classy duel between Betty and Veronica, Archie still winning the game from both sides, a ginger with all the trouble of finding himself between merchandise and actual time.
End of the road left to pave way for the next and a return again. A hefty slump, the massive collection picks and spotlights a few standouts from the course of the centurion effort of an otherwise cancel-stricken title. Great tasting i the first tip of the tongue, a harsh bite of completion which folds neatly though not exactly nicely.
Captions, thought bubbles, the war is on and the milieu that is thinking without representation strangles a tight hold. Quick off the mark to strike the iron of satire, more thought on the meandering walk through the scapes looking for an answer. Answers never coming easy in the light of frozen faces and poses, of things before flashing by in an instant without much connection. Loose leaf albeit with a sense of fun.
Soon Van - Sunday, March 11, 2007 - 20:51
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