Showing posts with label vampires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vampires. Show all posts

Monday, May 4, 2009

30 Days of Night & Dark Days by Steve Niles & Ben Templesmith

30 Days of Night & Dark Days is a collection of the first two series from 30 Days.

I really fucking loved it. It is a very simple, very familiar story.

There's not as much to talk about as with other graphic novels like Watchmen, the Sin City series or Wanted, but that's not to say that it wasn't memorable.

The artwork especially sticks with me. It’s not realistic at all, but it’s brutal and very disturbing. Ben Templesmith is truly a genius of the horrific.

Highly recommended.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Buffy the Vampire Season 8: The Long Way Home.


Dear Lord, if you do in fact exist, what the hell is up with you?


Sex and the City gets a movie but not Buffy? What the fuck, dude? Not cool.


Please stop falling asleep on the job. Amen.


Okay, for what we got, which is a series of comic books for Buffy season 8, this compilation is very entertaining.


Joss has not lost his sense of humor or his ability to surprise us. He has an amazing ability to follow a story arc, not just through a single season, but through the entire series.


His gift for foreshadowing without disappointing in the payoff is staggering. Yes, I would rather have more episodes to watch or even a movie, but Joss is a master storyteller and at this point, we’ll take what we can get.


The story here for season 8 is very compelling, moving, frightening and funny.


Plus, bringing back Warren, the one villain we have absolutely no fascination with (Adam, the First, Gloria) or any affection for (the Mayor, Faith) sounds like a bad move, but in fact, it is a master stroke.


The only thing we have ever wanted in Buffy’s dealings with Warren is for him to die and die horribly. Whatever is in store for us, it's bound to be fun.



Sunday, April 19, 2009

Baltimore: or the Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire


Based on Hans Christian Anderson's The Steadfast Tin Soldier, Baltimore: or the Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire maintains the charm and wonder of Anderson at his best while giving us a very affecting thriller. One of the tests of any genre piece (although squeezing this book to make it fit into some niche would be a mistake) is whether or not the story could stand on its own even if you removed the elements from it puts it into a genre and guarantees some kind of audience. And while the content of this book is not really appropriate for anyone under a certain age, it reads like a children’s book. (And yes, that is a compliment.) It follows the logic of a fairy tale. (Also a compliment.)

We start out following Captain Henry Baltimore, leading an assault against the Hessians and losing every single man in his company. As he regains consciousness, he sees the bodies of his soldiers all around, over and under him and then, to his horror, bat like creatures swoop down and start to feast. He manages to wound one of the little monsters, inadvertently starting a war between vampire and man. Most of the characters in this story are fueled by loss and revenge. The wounded bat avenges himself against Baltimore and Baltimore in turn devotes his life to hunting down the monster that destroyed everything he loved. He hammers a nail into his wooded leg for every vampire killed until it is so heavy that he has to drag it along.

The bulk of the story centers around three men who knew Baltimore and obey his summons to meet in a small city, overrun by the Red Plague. The three of them sit and swap stories about Baltimore and other implausible experiences they’ve each had. Much of the book reads almost like a collection of shorts, but they are skillfully woven together into one story arc. After following each of these men, along with Baltimore back into their bizarre past encounters with profound evil, I felt the weight of the fear and imminent loss during the final climax when everything comes together.

The only complain I had with this book (and it’s a minor one) is that the anti-war message felt a little preachy at times. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t overbearing. Mignola and Golden don’t beat you over the head, but it is there. I didn’t really mind it too much since I’m very sanctimonious and further to the left than like anyone I know. The only reason I mention this is that it came right at the climax of the book and was just a bit distracting. The message could’ve been a bit more subtle. It moves it from a 9.9 out of 10 to a 9.85 out of 10. At any rate, this is a minor complaint. Fucking read this book.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Bad Blood by various writers & artists

This is actually an anthology of three different graphic novels, Sweetmeats by Steve Tanner & Pete Venters, Sugar Virus by Warren Ellis, Martin Chaplin & Garry Marshall and Night Vision: Intermezzo Bette Noir by David Quinn & Hannibal King. Then, there’s some naked vampire artwork by John Bolton thrown in at the end and you know, you just can’t go wrong with that. Sweetmeats, the first in the anthology is by far the best of the bunch. We follow a young vampire from her days as a child prostitute (don’t worry, the would-be sexual predators ended up getting more than they bargained for) through her adolescence in an asylum to her liberation by a young doctor. The characters are very complicated and interesting and the story has several effective surprises.

Sugar Virus leaves a lot to be desired, from a storytelling standpoint. It’s more than a little muddied, but the artwork really makes it worth checking out. At one point, we get to see what happens when somebody tries to see just how far he can go in torturing a vampire while keeping her alive. (Okay, since we’re talking about vampires, alive really isn’t the right word. Animated probably fits better.) At any rate, the pictures of that poor, tortured vampire are the stuff that nightmares are made of. Very chilling, disturbing imagery.

The third story, Night Vision just isn’t very good at all. But, Bolton’s naked vampire art at the end is definitely worth looking at.