Meet Rex Royd, the 'Renaissance Man of Madness' and CEO of Rexcorp, the company that owns everything, and does anything. He's a suave super-scientist and keen businessman in a world rife with costumed metahumans... and a desire to reshape the world in his own, better image. He's also Earth's antibody against the diseased superheroism of the alien Proteoman... not that he knows it yet. Joined by his comrade in arms, Alan Black, and the mysterious Eve, Rex pushes the boundaries of reality, morality, decency and good taste.
Boyle states in the book's introduction, and then later on in the story itself, that REX ROYD was not supposed to make a narrative sense, but a poetic one. In that case, I suppose it's mission accomplished. It certainly evokes some of the sensibilities and high concepts of the works of Mark Millar (who pens the books foreward) and Grant Morrison from his INVISIBLES and DOOM PATROL days. But be aware upon entry that REX ROYD is an experiment in storytelling, and as such it doesn't so much defy normal conventions as remains completely ignorant of them. As such, for this reviewer, it's an unsastisfying cup of tea. It's cinematic foreplay replete with graphicus interruptus, and leaves one with a pondering of what the story could have been. Read Full Review
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