Jason Bud Comic Reviews

I saw and read all I needed to from this dog turd, by simply glancing the cover page.

While Knowhere #1s visual bravura intoxicates the orbitals into graphic insatiability, Brian Michael Bendiss (Ultimate Spider-Man) efforts at wordsmithery, may have proven even more effective had he gone all the way through the minimalist wormhole of his own making: His lack of eliciting even the slightest intrigue with his rote story, wouldve been better served up had not a single word been written at all (this, despite the fistful of Eisner, Bendis owns). I was reminded of how mind-blowing the animated shorts of Aeon Flux, from MTVs Liquid Television, circa 1991, were, without one stitch of dialogue. Might Marvel, want to attempt to make this title teeter on the precipice of Knowheres brow? I say: 86 the writing from this zine, and have it meet up with Jack Kirbys dusty corpse.

Imagine, if you will, a comic world in which the Devil in all his details, walks towards your white picket fence in the front yard, bearing his ever-friendly grin. Hes adorned in worn Bermuda shorts three sizes too small, a bit of a potbelly attempting to push through his equally tight golf shirt, sporting tighty-whiteys-bright knee high socks and black rubber sandals, '50s-inspired horn-rimmed spectacles wrapped around his orbs. He might even be holding out his arms to embrace you into his world of lies, with a twist of ruby red Maybelline smeared around his pie hole for good measure. Pucker up, and come along for the trip. There may be at least Seven Circles to this ride.

Dark souls Niles and Worm have graverobbered up an anti-hero, here. One: Frederick Allan; of body parts a la: Abe Lincoln, Clint Eastwood, and Colonel Sanders. Ill be shoveling worm dirt, digging for more down to the bloody quick of my fingernails. Rating: One, full-on, bloated and festering corpse, with all orifices fully distended.. Come get your necrophilia on, Texas Chainsaw-style!!!

Born of Marvel's Original Sin, and dime-holed down the ink-barreled revolver of comic hitman Rich Ellis (Super Foes of Spider Man) " while illustrating the linguistically lethal stylings of the cunningly courageous Kathryn Immonen (Journey Into Mystery) " comes six chambers-worth of hollow-tipped lead to the temple, triggered forth in the form of: Operation S.I.N. #1.

With all of these permutations of iconic flesh flooding before your eyes, as they traverse the terrain of myriad material planes, you just cant go wrong with breaking yourself off some Auteur to suck on!!!