Guess who’s back? Back again. Sean is back. Tell a friend. Yes, back to assault you with graphic novelty, dripping with crimson, copper smelling blood. Blood? Blood. Blood.
So, let me get this out of the way right now. When I reviewed the first issue, I mentioned the use of black and white, with reds popping in certain spots. This is just when Madder Red is in flashback mode. When we cut to the present, everything is in color again.
I swear, the more issues of this comic that come out, the more confusing it is. But, it still has some truly unnerving images. Good work on story by Nick Spencer, and still off-putting art by Riley Rossmo. Even the normal panels are creepy. Bedlam is…well the city is named Bedlam! It’s like Bludhaven as a city name, obviously something is wrong in these cities! Why would you ever choose to live in a city named Bedlam?! Would you really expect it to be normal?!
Continues to be a nice blend of noir and cultist themed horror. Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips continue to string along this mystery. Keep it going fellas.
Not my beloved Mona, sweet merciful God noooooooo! My love!
BPRD Hell on Earth: The Return of the Master #4 (#101)
Truly beautiful, creepy work from Tyler Crook on the art in this issue. Someone is coming baaack. Epic—as always—writing from Mignola and John Arcudi. The end is nigh as a mu’fuckah. Better than the last issue, with art and action. Can’t wait for the thrilling conclusion. Oh, Mignola, is it ever not the end of the world in your writing? I love every minute of it.
Lot 13 #2
You know, I don’t write about Batman, and I clearly could with some of the screwed up shit he goes through! Come on Dave, Oy! Steve Niles is still writin’ it, and Glenn Fabry, artist for Preacher, does some great gross out stuff. But what really struck me was the page below. It made me tear up a bit, the combo of the lyrics to the song, juxtaposed with the moments leading up to this woman’s suicide. And then there were the bits of brain flying out the car’s back window. This frame is from a moment that took place in the 20’s, hence the car.
I’ll keep reading it, surely. Niles and Fabry make a great team together, as good as Niles is with Wrightson, or Sir Templesquid. And if you want to know more, just read what Dave had to say about it!
The Goon #43
I’m a big fan of all things Eric Powell. The Goon is my favorite, but Chimichanga is also great, as is all the Billy the Kid stuff he’s done. He’s funny, and morose. Satan bless him. Speaking of, we get some crossover action, as Billy is at the beginning of this issue. In the paaaast. Oh, and he’s still around in the future, when we meet up with The Goon, and Franky.
Look, I know this came out a while ago, but I wanted to add it, so better late than never, in the words of that guy on the dock when he sees the Titanic in Ghostbusters 2.
It’s funny, it’s weird, and it has a giant baby with heads growing out of it on the rampage. Knife to the eye!
Edgar Allen Poe’s The Conqueror Worm One Shot
Written and drawn by Richard Corben, this adaptation of my favorite Edgar Allen Poe poem features a character called Mag the Hag. She acts as our narrator, as it were. Corben truly has fun with this adaptation, and its no small feat considering the source material is basically a vague waxing on the state of humanity in the world. Our setting appears to be the desert. Not very gothic. But, it switches to the man, Deren’s, mist shrouded estate, so phew, it at least has a little bit of a gothic set dressing thrown in.
Corben makes the tale about a man who murders his wife, and her lover, and then comes upon a corpse eaten by strange worms. One of the worms bites him in the face. From there, he spies an odd flute player, and a man who speaks through the aid of a puppet. The puppet invites him to a puppet play, and the man agrees to watch the performance. It comes with a neat little series of sketches at the end, along with notes by Corben on how he chose to adapt the poem, and the various touches he used.
If you’re an Edgar Allen Poe fan, definitely check it out (or if you are a Corben fan, of course).