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I'm really, really liking the art. Apart from the overall niceness of the inks and colors, JHW3 knows how to make pretty people pretty and ugly people (like Jones himself) ugly (this is actually quite a skill, just look at Frank Quietly's art where everyone is chubby and squinting). Side note: does anyone think that DJ looks a little like pale, dishevelled John Lydon?
But the script... I've read Ellis for a long time; he was one of the big-three Vertigo writers I read in my teens who got me back into comics, the others being Garth Ennis, who I've grown to deeply despise, and Grant Morrison, whose quirks I can live with. I loved Transmet for a while, but as the issues wore on and I read more widely and deeply I got tired of it. Now reading it seems as appealing as reading Preacher again, or being the submissive in an S/M relationship with a Polar Bear. Still, I find myself reading Planetary, and now Desolation Jones, month after month.
It's the, to quote somebody earlier, 'reproducing an article from New Scientist and adding a few 'fucks'' thing that gets me, though in DJ#3 it's some expose on the porn industry that's being quoted verbatim. And it's the dry 'I'm going to fuck your corpse and leave you in the streets as a warning for others' stuff. Maybe as a quirk for one character it might not grate so much, but you can find a similar line for Spider Jeruselum, Elijah Snow, Jack Hawksmoor, Midnighter and probably every other Ellis character there is. And the smoking- I'm trying to quit you bastard! Does this guy get paid by Phillip-Morris or something!?!
Okay, I've taken up enough of your time-
Oh, and Tokyo Storm Neon Genesis Crash Warning or whatever it was called was the worst comic I have ever read in my life and-
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