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Thanks for replying to my 1st ever Babyliss thread!
I will try to order my thoughts.
When this came out I was like 18 and ramped up on Watchmen, DKR, Zenith and all the reworked superhero vibe. John Smith was, I think (sickeningly) some 3 years older than me and clearly buzzing on the same spirit.
It's the most obvious example of a "post-Watchmen" revisionist superhero strip I can think of -- prose endpapers expanding the universe thru simulated articles and journalism, racy stuff about fetish and crimebusting costume, repeated visual motifs gathering sinister meanings, political and religious groups debating the role of the superhero. Even the fashions, with those pixie boots matching the color of the characters' trousers, recall Moore and Gibbons' fictional 1985. Even the frigging title is an homage, for God's sake.
The worst aspect of this clear influence is that the villain is so blatantly obvious right from page one that they might as well have put an announcement on the cover. How anyone could read Watchmen, then New Statesmen, and not immediately know that the blond, muscular, morally-upright media darling is the mastermind behind all the small-scale killings is beyond me.
So the plot, which is actually quite complex, becomes totally redundant because of its almost absurd similarity to Watchmen. It's practically a pastiche. Golden boy arranges killings of other heroes. Slightly edgy group of masks who used to be a team start to investigate, tracing the connections by interrogating petty thugs. My God, it all leads to the blond guy who looks like a Nazi ubermensch. And in the final episodes, they all run up against him one by one, getting wiped out until a last showdown where they psyke a spike ito his head and turn him into the "burning man" who's been resonating through the text for the past 10 episodes.
O, but that's not nicked off Watchmen. No...because it's teefed from fucking Zenith Phase I! A psi-trigger into someone's head, cued with a bunch of Wm Blake tigger tigger imagery? My fuck it's been done before.
Uh, having said that. And also having pointed out that a lot of the cut-up and paste plot is just unnecessarily, showily clever-clever...I still got a kick out of this comic. Baikie's art is really appealing when he takes time over it; his figures aren't "realistic" but they have a kind of elegance and poise. Sean Phillips does horrific fill-in work but finds his feet in the epilogue. Fegredo turns in a scratchy, electric interlude.
Maybe it's partly because of the 80s nostalgia this induced, but I wasn't sorry I bought it. |
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