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I think it's great. You heard me. Great.
Think about it: Moore gets to leave an industry that increasingly pisses him off, but in the process he gets to write the final chapters of Promethea, his epic meisterwork, the series that makes Watchmen and V for Vendetta look like people running round in silly costumes (well, not that Promethea isn't, but, uh, y'know what I mean). Alan Moore, working on the only comic series to fully match his intellectual talents and give him true creative freedom in so doing, playing with the freedom of the damned because he knows that when it's over - bang. No more comics for him. Taxi for Moore.
This is gonna be Moore's magnum opus, his fuck-you album, his Rant in E-Minor'. This thing is going to be so intense, so absolutely crazy, that even his Grantiness is gonna be shitting himself working out how to follow it up.
That's what I reckon, anyway. Think about it: Alan Moore, for the first time in his life, playing with the freedom of the damned. It'll be great.
Nobody mention Eyes Wide Shut here. Nobody! |
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