I went to the library again, as I was visiting my parents and needed something to do. I have now spent the last day reading comics, and now I will write some things about them, quickly.
Quality time with the parents, I think you’ll agree.
Dial H For Hooray
1: NONTRODUCTION
I think this is the first time I’ve written a comics ‘review’ on the day the comic in question actually came out? Well, the day AFTER, but this is Scotland, where we get them late, not America/file-sharing.
(I just typed a large opening paragraph without looking up from the keyboard then realised the letters hadn’t actually appeared on the screen)
(Or maybe they appeared on ANOTHER screen, hmmmm?)
SO ANYWAY! I bought ‘Dial H’ by China Miéville and Mateus Santolouco and I think I enjoyed it! This blog post will probably have spoilers, but it’s not like there’s some ‘hott twist’ to ruin, or anything, so dinnae worry?
As I have complained about before, I have been driven out of the ‘floppies/singles’ market of comics-buying, due to ugly printing and colouring and paper, too many adverts, and stupid high pricing. This isn’t working THAT well for me, as all the stuff I want to read is fucking AGES away from being collected in trade. OH WELL.
(Still buying Granto’s Batman stuff in single issues, though, as I started so I’ll finish)
Why did I buy this comic, then? What enticed me to such a degree I actively looked forward to it and looked for it in two whole shops, in the real world?
Well, for China Miéville, basically (I really like typing the ‘e’ with an accent. Feels good).
Bat-Book Back-Break
Remember a while ago I wrote this about the novelisation of the death and rebirth of Superman? Well, I have now also read the novelisation of its Batman counterpart, Knightfall (thanks to Claire Napier for that!).
The novel is by noted DC guy, Dennis ‘Denny’ O’Neil, and is 349 pages long. Like the Superman book, it does a good job of cramming looooooaaaaaaads of story into one nice chunk. Hooray! It is more than readable, with a pleasingly pulpy, descriptive style.
The comic is outstanding, and has sort of been part of my life for as long as I’ve been reading non-Transforming Americomics. It’s got a place in my head and heart that you can’t taaaaake awaaaaaaaaay.
Jings Braw! Part 1:Mer-Max
Ocht, I remember back in time, years ago, likes. I was pure all about Grant Morrison’s New X-Men. When it first started in 2001, I had given up on X-comix, having been the sort of chump who bought ALL of them previously. I can’t remember what killed my interest? The return of Claremont, I think? It was a mercy killing, though. Saved me a bunch of buxxx anyway, which I could then spend on art materials and cheap gin, and, now and again, food.
But then, aye, Marvel got a new CEO and such, and suddenly they were pumping oot all kinds of cool stuff. I was so close to being lost by the comics world, but I got pulled back in by the simple method of Marvel actually putting out good books. Seems simple, eh?
Filed under Comics, Jings Braw, Scotland
A Believer: Part 3
Cripes! That’s it, then! I’ve watched every episode of Gravitation! All 13 of them (not 12, as I wrote in part two, or 16 as I wrote in part one)!
So what the hell happened in the final stretch, and what are my Vital Opinions?
Read on to find out?!? But BEWARE, it’s full of spoilers. That may seem obvious, but what DOESN’T seem obvious is that it also contains a sort-of-near-spoiler for an 8 year-old Tom Cruise/ Jamie Foxx film.
Regretrospective: Southland Tales
I have always been a poor wretch, who also has deep cravings for ‘interesting’ pop culture. Alas, a few years ago, when faced with the prospect of purchasing the much-maligned ‘Southland Tales’ for a fiver, this was still too expensive. So, in the spirit of sharing, me and my pal went halfers!
But why did we have this very slight need to watch this film? I can’t speak for my friend, but I think I can speak for me?
(Oh yeah, spoilers and that)
Filed under film, Regretrospective
