#The invisibles say you want a revolution tpb series
There are plenty of reviews praising this series on Goodreads, but my tastes run more to the low brow, meat and potatoes comics. It’s like art critics legitimizing someone like Jackson Pollock and helping usher in abstract expressionism, which is also not my cuppa either. I can appreciate Morrison’s attempts to separate himself from the super-hero pack, but his head seems to be up his rear end for the most part, but edgy people in the comix biz dug this kind of off-kilter storytelling and gave it legs. The word “legend” gets bandied about a lot on the cover of this book. Still, it’s better than the Spider-Man Clone saga. Here’s some pseudo-something or other to wash your palette.īottom Line: This was published in the ‘90’s when creators were trying to raise this medium to an art form. And don’t get me started on the more disturbing elements and imagery in this book. There’s a variety of different story elements that go absolutely nowhere and are just thrown in to keep the reader of balance or just to amuse Morrison and yet, not surprisingly never seem to hang together. …rejoins The Invisibles and time trips back to the French Revolution to hang with the Marquis de Sade. Through the bathroom window nuns chantingīy Rosemary and Time via the guru down the laneĪnyway, McGowan joins The Invisibles, leaves The Invisibles, hangs out with a mystical homeless dude… Or not.ĭane McGowan, is a young punk from Liverpool who loves anarchy and rebellion.Īnd being from Liverpool gives Morrison the excuse to drag in poor John Lennon and some weird mix of arcane Beatle references and doggerel stuff. If you have these types of dreams, you can appreciate this volume. Have you ever had those dreams where you start out doing something, get sidetracked as different events build on one another? You still desperately want to get back to point A, but try as you might, you find yourself lost in a nightmare with no reference point – mentally ragged and irritable. Dane McGowan, is a young punk from Liverpool who loves anarchy and rebellion. What hath God Grant Morrison wrought? Have you ever had those dreams where you start out doing something, get sidetracked as different events build on one another? You still desperately want to get back to point A, but try as you might, you find yourself lost in a nightmare with no reference point – mentally ragged and irritable.
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