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'semiotic resonance'
I dunno, I can't stop going back and looking at the brilliant, utterly unnecessary German (VERWIRRUNG!! TOD!!) and Grifter punching the guy in one of his mouths so hard it explodes and the retrieving the cigar from the other, because he's that fuckin ice cold, and chuffing on it, delivering the spiel about precisely how ice-cold he is, as he blows another away. That's what Image comics were all about, I imagine, in 1993.
I can't stop clocking Majestic's pwning new helmet of hardcore, Zealot's face as she goes 'Earth'. That Hellspont guy looks great, best colours on his page; the comic's a controlled explosion, yr obviously jaded Boboss - the Omnia codex! Gamorrans in space! Daemonites teamed-up! Spartan lays the stakes down, and I'm kinda thinking it's going to be amazing, actually - I've been left flat by several of Grant's openers on franchises recently (Superman, Batman, Guardian... all turned round later) and was initially somewhat nonplussed by this. But now, I just can't stop going back and looking at it. I can't even enjoy any of my other comics as much right now, because it's time I could be reading WildCats; the last 7-8 pages juxtapose excellently and the narration's pretty smooth throughout. |
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