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I didn't see this thread at the time, so thanks Cameron for letting me know of its existence.
I think this is the first comic I've seen that the Invisibles felt like a positive influence (in proper new clothes into its own world and into its own thing). In the sense that it strikes the punch you'd get from something like Lynch, probably because it was more influential than Morrison's, but the little doors on dark secluded corner of the city is just the perfect Lynchinian imagery that pumps the anxiety and the curiosity to what's cooking behind it (it reminded me of Club Silencio, of course, but there was this great King in Yellow's trainstation vibe to it).
It's a sort of constant and solid thread throughout the story that there's something bubbling underneath/ outside what we see. Very strong and skin-crawling, very present and thick. It feels like underneath every panel there's something to the effect of that Blue Velvet shot of the weird bugs underneath the grass.
Just fantastically well done. Would it ever be on paper once finished? |
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