In the seedy Los Angeles underworld, lives intersect like freeway overpasses. When a crime boss's poker game is robbed, three lowlifes-a bad cop, a drug addict, and a haunted thug-attempt to stay one step ahead of the others, as redemption or destruction is their only ticket out...
The art is just as gritty as the story, and it's beautiful. When a story and art marry in such a wonderful, symbiotic way as they have in this issue, it's a glorious thing. It makes you glad you got into comics. Sentenac delivers a sense of realism with the art of this issue. The art doesn't glamorize the story. No, if anything, the non glamour aspect of the art only enhances the grittiness and rawness of the story, and it's wonderfully done. Read Full Review
Buccellato delivers a gripping story right from the start. Looking forward to see where it goes. Read Full Review
Definitely not what I was expecting from an IDW book. It has a very Vertigo/Image feel. It's gritty, crime noir told in a flashback narrative. It has a great sense of realism and I really get how torn Richard is about wanting to do something to help his wife and his marriage... and his job as a Cop. We know where it ends, but the interesting bit is seeing how it all unfolds. The art is nice, gritty and really suits the tone of the story. Read Full Review
Alexis Sentenac is an ideal artistic match for this story, his shadow play especially effective for the neo-noir vibe of the book and his blackened guttering as Grand's situation becomes intolerable is a strong indicator of the abyss the cop's life spirals into. Even in bright swatches of SoCal sunlight the setting is gritty, dirty, and unkept. Combined with the muted color palette, the reader feels ready for a long soak in a tub of scalding water once the first issue is finished. To shadow these lowlifes, to immerse yourself as witness to their world, be prepared to get dirty right alongside them. Read Full Review
Even taking the haphazardly rehashing of a sexual assault out of the equation, the story itself is very one dimensional and rather boring, much like the art work it is paint by numbers and tries to contain everything the writer heard that a story like this should contain but lacks the heart , soul and levels that people who have done it before used to make it work. Read Full Review
Great art can't salvage tone deaf and trite scripting. Read Full Review
Lowlifes reads as a deeply immature imitation of early Quentin Tarantino films. Read Full Review
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