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| Man, I don't know what comic you guys just read, but I loved the hell out of this thing -- the only problem I had with it is the knowledge that we'll probably never, ever see these characters again (at least not as written by Alan Moore). The pace isn't as hectic as Top Ten, and we don't have Moore spitting references/ideas out all over the place (at least not at the same rate), but we do delve a lot more deeply into character; the whole affair is much more low-key (and not quite so tongue in cheek), but I thought that was appropriate to the milieu -- likewise Ha's softer art and the washed-out (and beautiful) color palette. I dunno, there's just so much little stuff to admire here, leaving the main story aside: the angry dwarf vampire who knows where you live, the tragic WWII robovet who's so damaged he can only cheerfully say hi even when a sadistic cop is kicking his ass, Joan of Arc as a superheroine...I mean, come ON. I don't normally froth and rave in a fatbeardish fashion, but if all superhero comics were like this, I'd, you know, probably read them. To me, if the book suffers at all in comparison to Top 10, it's because it's only a third as long -- I'd have read another 200 pages of this quite happily, thank you very much. |
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