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I'm still finding it quite difficult to get past the fact that The Filth is (deliberately) ugly and confusing .. it's creating a really heavy atmosphere of, I dunno, being trapped in the Black Iron Prison part of the gnostic scheme.
Whereas in previous Morrison comics, the characters have largely been free to run around doing what they please and saving the day and so on, here it's like they're all confused and/or apathetic, wandering about this world they don't like much, their actions (which seem destructive, non-sensical and massively un-heroic) being determined for them by weird overmasters, whose aims and methods we're still wholly in the dark about.. despite the Gerry Anderson decor, the Hand seems more like a big, inefficient bureaucracy than a Thunderbirds-esque worldsaving outfit.. Slade is terminally confused, Nil just seems bored, those blokes from the fist were pretty miserable - the only one who seemed to be getting any fun out of his work was the chimp.. (oddly, I get a similar feeling, only less so, from New X Men)
..by killing Spartacus Hughes (neat point whoever pointed out the "I am Spartacus!" thing), it seems they're almost punishing his lack of obedience and assertion of free will - which Slade emulates when he quits in the final panel.. |
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