Synopsis: Mark (no last name given) is a
mild-mannered geek who suddenly finds himself accused of murder. The
victim? Another version of himself from an alternate reality. How is
he able to figure out the facts? With the help of a group called the
Deadenders. This group includes other Marks from other realities.
First off, the art is spacey, psychedelic, and
visually effective. The colors glide effortlessly across the panels.
Itís quite an experience to behold. Itís like one of those
psychedelic 60s light shows; particularly the ones by Pink Floyd. It
feels as if the panels lack boundaries. It is almost as if
everything could come alive out of the page. A comic fan would have
to be brain dead not to appreciate the art here. Stunning. Itís
The bad news is the story isnít up to much: geeky
guy becomes a hero when he stumbles upon an amazing new society and
lifestyle. Along the way he meets cute chicks who are either real
bitchy or real cool. But both types end up falling for him. Now let
me think: geeky guy, strange new powers, becomes a hero, thrown into
a world where he battles strange villains, meets a cute chick, falls
in love with cute chick, and so on. Hmm. I think Iíve seen this
before. Think The Matrix. Think Spiderman. Think
Harry Potter. Think Robert Kirkmanís Invincible. Think
Hal Jordanís Green Lantern. Think Wally Westís Flash.
If the reader can think of all those guys and think of similar
stories, then I think the reader has seen this story before.
Already by page four I had the feeling Iíd seen
this story before. On pages twelve and thirteen Mark is sitting in a
living room by himself. He hears a knock on the door. He
apprehensively goes toward it. At the end of page thirteen, thereís
a panel with a surprised look on Markís face as he opens the door.
Before going to the next page I said, ďLet me guess, thereís a cute
chick at the door.Ē Bingo! And what else happens? He falls head over
heels in love with her. He gets sweaty, starts mumbling, and has a
hard time looking her in the eye whenever he talks to her.
Personally, I donít know whether to yawn or to vomit. I am tired of
these geeky guy becomes a hero, saves the world, and meets a hot
chick stories. Scott Pilgrim has already shown that story can
only go so far before it becomes drudgery. Whatever happened to the
cool, calm and collected man who knows the score? James Bond,
Sherlock Holmes, Dirty Harry, Mad Max, are these guys no longer
cool? Is geeky the new black?
All in all, this story lost my interest by page
fourteen. Good art canít save a clichťd story. I wouldnít recommend
this to someone who wants something with an interesting twist.
However, if thereís a reader who buys comics for the art alone,
Christian Wardís art is something to appreciate.