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Athos I Amerika (2012)

by Jason(Favorite Author)

3.75 of 5 Votes: 1

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English

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Graphic Novels & Comics

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Magikon

review 1: Fuck yeah it's Jason. But I didn't really like these stories so that review intro probably isn't appropriate. I opened the book with my glum face straight out of a Jason comic hoping for some fuck yeah because I've pretty well dug the hell out of the guy in the past. I'm emotionally and psychologically dependent on books. Only I wasn't portrayed by an anthropomorphic animal that would be cute if you didn't want to peel them off the floor they could be drawn on like a chalk outline after a scene of the crime that will probably be committed soon. Maybe it is the fault of the actors. They've done these comics too often, shunted their shoulders too often in a shadowed person expectation to be screwed over. They forgot to prick their ears the way you do when someone calls out y... moreour name somewhere and then they weren't calling you but someone else who happened to have your name. (This doesn't happen to me. My twin once slumped because a little girl with her name was zealously yelled at in a shop. I laughed.) Another loser is lonely again on another road going somewhere to be another loser somewhere else. They forgot to hope for something better anyway. I missed the Jason with the sweet side that kept that chewed off bit of flesh sewn into the pocket close to the chest. Maybe this is stupid of me because they are his stories, after all. But I missed the guy that offered his arm to his girlfriend when she was turned into a zombie. That was the right side of sweet because it still sucked and you weren't alone somewhere sucky while they got to go off and be totally happy (I'm selfish that way). Thinking about these now I could talk them up to like them a bit more. My two stars is probably bitchy. But I felt two stars when I read it. Two fallen stars the sun forgot to shine on that day. Anyway, I'll do this thing now.The Smiling Horse. I felt like I read this one already. It's the dog-face dressed like he's on a permanent job hunt talking to a guy who looks like he's on a permanent apartment hunt. It's his turn to sleep in the tub again. Hey, blank face. But it's my place. The job hunt loser doesn't want to go to prison and someone wants to kill him. Someone is held hostage in a room, doesn't matter who, and there's a warning about the smiling horse being on his way. That's all he has to say for himself, the hostage. The hostage isn't wrong. He was waiting for him to come, the smiling horse we never see. I imagine he looks like someone who is employed after being unemployed and the difference isn't that much better. The hiding and the waiting... Well, I had the feeling like the hiding and the waiting and the getting killed is the difference between being employed or unemployed when both are stretching out dark horizons. The story didn't make me feel anything more than it would take to look at someone like that and get that feeling about them. I felt like I read this from Jason before but I can't remember which story it was. The disappointment set in. Walk, walk, walk, lonely street, wait, dead. Forget to feel anything.A Cat From Heaven. Jason is played by the white dog with the chin pubes and the folded back ears sorta like a bunny. It's a sexless horny look of an animal. He fights with his girlfriend and says the kind of things you don't want to overhear couples fighting about. It's generic enough to kill your faith in love. A I already didn't have faith in other couples feeling. I was glad when this one ended. The same feeling is done better in another story later on in this collection (where did it all go wrong? We had hope once) so good-bye to this story part of the review now. I guess I could do some meta thing like he does about himself interspersed with newspaper clippings about the events in his life in this comic of his life that probably really isn't. Mariel forgets about the meta part. I don't feel like it. "Mariel blows her own review!" Headline reads. I'll write more and better reviews later.The brain that wouldn't Virginia Woolf. A girl's head is on a plate attached to tubes that look like a beer can hat kinda. It's green and oozey lab coloring and everyone looks like they died at twenty-five in this club (shitty apartment). She yells at her boyfriend who sucks at being Frankenstein. He goes to look at women a lot. I had the feeling that he really wanted to sleep with these other women, really. That was good to get that feeling of these figures all standing next to each other. It's all handshakes without touching kind of meeting. Not even that much. She is alone in the apartment, meanwhile, and he's failing again. In the past they meet and bond over science. It's not the creepy body parts and figures they are as two detached former loves. They could go past that meeting and have something. But they drive over a cliff and it's all his fault. I had the feeling about never getting past that point that was the good part of this story. It was more lonely that way, to always stand in hallways and look at girls bodies who could be the other girl. Does she even still want him? I didn't mourn I just felt like I was looking at bodies that weren't going to have heads. Tom Waits on the Moon. Great title because Tom Waits freaking loves the moon. Vignettes of the actors playing lonely people in their brady bunch panels never looking at each other. Or is it their Andy Warhol fifteen minutes of fame and you're out of life for good panels. One girl wonders as she sleeps alone what doesn't she have. Isn't she entitled to some happiness too. Walking dogs, working out, obscenities on park benches. People start to look like walking meat suits. Someone jumps out of the window and they aren't even human (or an animal or an actor who all look the same to put your own sad face on) and it is splat on the ground. Someone points. Someone probably isn't asking what to do. I had these feelings before. They didn't come out of me to sit on the page and share with them. I wish Jason didn't have to end every story with a shocking end of the duck face with a gun, you know? I know how it is really going to end. Someone is going to ask what everyone else has that they don't have and I will still not know the answer.So Long, Mary-Anne. The best part is when the blank eyed girl with the short hair has waited for this guy for all her life. He's the thoughtlessly horny type led into crime or sex with thoughtless impulses of money or sex and then there's probably nothing at all left to take its place once the itch has been scratched. He asks her why she loves him. That's all a guy like this could do. He's double-crossed by the red nippled animal with long hair and he double-crosses the other girl when she's tricked out of the house. He can't do it to their face. He's tricked by poison in a mug when he's not looking. No one looks at each other. It's all me me me motives when backs are turned. I had that feeling this probably goes on without wanting to see it like it is going on with everyone's backs turned. Athos in America. The title story ta-ding! Athos is in a bar and the guy is even better than just being a third of the Musketeers. He doesn't mention the candy bar and that surprised me for all the horn tooting he gets up to. Trumpets blaze here comes Athos. He dated Louise Brooks. Didn't work out, wasn't his fault. Could've been in the movies. Oh, didn't work out but it wasn't his fault. Costumes, right. He gets on the phone to France. Aramis is on the line. Athos, is that you? Does it matter if it was really Athos? He was a guy in a bar telling the story. The bartender liked it. He said he did and attempted to give the drink on the house. No, you need that for your trip to Europe! I felt nothing. Not a murmur not a nothing. On the cover he's on a balcony over a skyline. I guess if you were stranded from your brothers you might go looking for someone to talk to. But what about me? I don't have Aramis and Porthos neither. I don't even have a non-fat candy bar. Maybe he should take the bartender to Europe instead. It was cute when he plays with Athos' sword. I'm glad he didn't poke his eye out with it. It ends with deserted streets in France after they hang up on the phone. I feel like trying to bring up some feeling and it gets buried. No fuck yeah, Jason. But yeah, my two stars is probably just me being drowned in glum and wishing I had read something else so I didn't have to feel that way.
review 2: Disappointing, really, having read all his other stuff. Maybe the pieces are too short to build up any sympathy for the characters or to establish their motivation. There is some good stuff here, mostly pastiches of film noir and some other old Hollywood tropes, and I have no complaints about the visuals or the use of wordless panels. I just don't think these stories were as successful as they could have been. A mixed bag, to be sure. less

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