Friday Slice of Heaven
Welcome back to Donist World. I’m Donist, and I am not joined by our CFO Obie (my friends’ Boston terrier) nor by our marketing director / administrative assistant / party planner / party maximizer Tulip (my dog, Obie’s sister). Yup, this week it’s all me at the Donist World corporate headquarters (Mom’s basement). Donist solo. I’m a lone wolf. I march to the beat of my own drummer. You see, my puppy executive team celebrated their sixth birthday on Monday and they decided to take the whole week off to celebrate the event in style. So, it’s just me working to maintain our status as a Fortune 320,000 company and…I can see them outside playing at the park, sipping dog water, and…are those tacos?! Pollo asado tacos!!! This blows, I’m outta here, it is Friday after all. So, why don’t y’all cut out early, de-stress, grab some tacos, and sip away at a strong ginger ale — or perhaps an iced tea, iced tea is nice — and enjoy this week’s post. Thank you for reading.
***Possible Spoilers Below***
<gasp> <shockers> <re-gasp> We only have eleven more issues in this awesome series. Oh me, oh my, denizens. What ever will I do once this fabulous series ends? Sure, we might get an additional one-shot here or there before issue 60 rocks our socks, but still… <ugh> Okay, deep breaths, focus on the positive. Focus. On. The. Positive.
Thus the penultimate chapter in the “Blood Puddin’” storyline comes to a close, and we are left dangling with nervous anticipation as Tony prepares to take on the Collector next issue (I’m not spoiling anything, it’s pretty clear on the next cover). For many issues, the characters have suffered losses and been at odds, and finally we begin to see some hope that the Collector can be stopped. I am thrilled to see the characters actually working together and getting along (for the most part). It’s also exciting to see Amelia voluntarily wrecking havoc on the Collector’s forces alongside Olive and Savoy, with a reveal of Amelia and Tony using their powers in a groovy new way…which Layman then pokes fun of in typical Chew fashion.
Guillory’s art is as stunning as ever, with this issue providing the perfect mix of intense action and engaging drama, all the while keeping the storytelling tight and the humor flowing like a blackberry malt river (man, I wish such a thing existed). The action scenes especially rule this issue and I’m both thrilled and utterly confused by how someone as gargantuan as Savoy seemingly flies and dances through every fight as if he were the most graceful of dancers, but that’s the charm of Chew: you don’t care what’s realistic and what’s not. A fat ninja-type guy dodging a giant champagne cork as he somersaults through the air? Sure, why not. A teenager with deadly chocolate weaponry? Okay, I’m with ya. A gingerbread man FDA agent named Breadman? Yes, a million times yes, so long as Guillory puts his magic touch on the page and Layman writes the pretty words; the crazier the better.
So, if you haven’t been reading Chew, then the above little teaser for this issue probably has you scratching your head. I completely understand how mentioning cybernetic murder machine chickens and a certain vampire wannabe called the Collector in the first paragraph might be a tad confusing; this is without even broaching the topic of cibopaths and other food-based-powered people. What I cannot understand is not reading the most unique, and laugh-out-loud comic book on the stands. If that is your…situation, then you can remedy this grievous error and begin enriching your life with the power of this Donist World darling by picking up the inexpensive, over-sized, stuffed-to-the-gills Omnivore Edition. Read Chew. You’ll be glad you did. *No cybernetic murder machine chickens were harmed in the writing of this review. VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!
|Deadly Class #13|
Holy wowzers! Maria is a total bad-ass. Since the beginning of the series, I thought the character to be a bit more show than (fatal) tell. Yes, she always looked incredibly cool, but she didn’t do a whole lot…until this latest arc. Now that we have had a bit of her backstory, and seen her totally annihilate some really, really bad guys last issue, the creators depict her continuing her wave of mutilation through the first half of this issue and the result is stunning. I gasped and almost cheered aloud throughout her sequences and have since reread them a few times. The second half…well, not going to spoil, but let’s just say I let out another gasp, but for a totally different reason. Boy howdy, I really need see what happens next…really bad.
You already know I love Craig’s art, but the four pages of 100%-pure Maria carnage are something you must see to fully understand the impact of Craig’s storytelling prowess; the surrounding dramatic moments are the beautiful packaging. Then you add Loughridge’s colors throughout the entire sequence and I’m sure you’ll let out a gasp or two yourself. Wooton’s lettering fits in equally well as his spectacular sound effects meld into the artwork.
Aside from the cool premise of the series, what impresses me the most is just how in sync writer, artist, colorist, and letterer are with each issue; I hope to be reading this comic with all of the attached creators for some time to come. Deadly Class is not a book for the kiddies, but if you need a break from superheroes and events and whatnot, and a comic about a bunch of assassin high schoolers going through some crazy stuff raises your eyebrow, then this is the book for you. You can catch up via two trades and two issues, which I strongly encourage you to do. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!
Yes, yes, tongue in cheek, tongue in cheek, but it has honestly been so long since I read the last issue — and each issue before that — that I have only half a clue as to what the heck is going on. Did Dream meet his father last issue? Serious question, I don’t remember, and the annoying thing is that if I wanted to start the series over from the beginning, it is going to take some effort for me to dig up the actual issues from the closet of doom. But, good things come to those who wait…so long as those left waiting remember what it is they were actually waiting for.
One more point of confusion: What’s the deal with all the dongers on page seven? I know it’s not just my imagination or some Freudian nonsense going on in my wee Donist mind, but by golly, those are purple dongers in the last two panels of the page! What can they possibly mean? I have a few thoughts:
- They are a comment by the creators on the crazy incestuous stuff found in many mythologies.
- The dongers are breaded, which means Dream’s mother is serving him up some dick waffles. Make of it what you will.
- J. H. Williams III is annoyed with someone(s) and put them in there ala The Little Mermaid, as a veiled f_ you. Hmmmmm…
- It’s just a dream, and dreams are filthy with dongers, we all know it.
Slice Into the Woods
and on that note…