Regardless, I seriously doubt Rouleau has meant for his work to be studied as closely as something like Grant Morrison's Invisibles, and would much rather you dig through each fantastic set piece with the eagerness that a five year-old digs through Christmas his or her presents. And that's precisely what you will do if you find this charmingly manic work as addictive as I did. Read Full Review
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