Glaring daylight beats into the eyes a shutter full of the outside. Looking left, looking right, any sort of movement brings about the hammering pain of that swishing feeling as the brain knocks about in the skull. Only remedy for that is rest. And between that and waking up, another stack to plough through.
Nice twist on things with bits on Elektra and Black Cat. Outside of that, this damn series continues to feel like such a waste of money for the small increments that things move along.
End of it all and the whole speed gets caught with the pants left lying back on the boat. Nobody wants these wet and soppy so they leave them alone waiting for them to dry before burning them. Actually, the final of the six-parter wraps things up nicely, if only to lead into a certain crisis between the Russians and the Americans.
Despite having a lot of pages to its own, probably 24 or 22, the entire hold up feels far flimsier than a pamphlet from the back of a bus. Or from one of those Christians walking about the public space, asking for a moment of time for the lost looking for guidance from on high.
Feelings of both despair and hope manage to creep through the jagged lines and harsh words. Black and white all throughout, the back of the fingers anticipate a rub off that just doesn't happen to smear the prints. It only works to leave the mind wondering about a state of contemplation. Why, really?
Amazingly enough, the first page suffers an upward running gash. Neither to cover or the page after see any sort of hurt, to the spook is definitely on. Gross retelling of the Swamp Thing with Homer holding court as the squishy one. Vampires just don't seem to be looking all that good in the vampire story, despite the swarthy motion on the art. Two tickets to hell and back and the final part holds a balance with a very Twiligh Zone movie feel to its flow.
It's an all out love fest with Sigmund Freud taking the issue with the work on the brain and concept behind religions filling in the rest. Fine work in helping those learning psychoanalysis without the bludgeoning otherwise inherent in reading without humour. Mix and blend still a great combination as the humour just seems to occur so naturally from the work of it all. Best part is finding the fan letter inside in the column.
Soon Van - Friday, 24 March 2006 - 16:57
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