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| My favourite bit will always and forever be Jack and Fanny dancing for the Harlequinade. In that one moment Morrison achieved exactly what I always felt and still feel like The Invisibles was trying to be: it was glamorous and sexy in a way most comics could only pitifully dream of; it made getting involved in teh occult seem simultaneously cool, exciting, easy and real; it was genuinely progressive on at least three levels (class, gender, and how to write non-violent action scenes); it was a great and very concisely expressed piece of characterisation and also character development in terms of those two's relationshop; it made me want to be in their gang (sorry, Cell). To be frank it made a lot of the rest of the series look bad in comparison. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how many people invoke The Invisibles in such a way as to almost make me think that its influence in philosophical, creative, magical, political and aesthetic terms has been more bad than good. It doesn't even matter that Phil Jiminez went on to draw Infinite Crisis. There will always be, untarnished, Jack and Fanny dancing. The poor are the best dancers in the world. |
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