Or – “This One Is In My “Stuff That Makes Me Cry” Shortbox…”
There’s a certain magic to comics books that is seldom found in other media, a combination of the written word and a pictoral image that often amplifies both to a higher level. Sure, you can watch a movie over and over, but you can’t pore over each lavish image for as long as you want, and it’s nigh-impossible to catch every nuance of language. Likewise, prose novels may have epic language and story potential, but sometimes the author has to labor to try and explain to you what a particular image looked like in his or her mind, dragging you out of the enjoyment of their lovely words.
And every once in a while, a comic comes along that is so perfectly crafted, so intricately formed, that you just sit in awed silence and absorb every page in stunned silence. It’s a rare comic that moves me to emotional displays, but I’m a big enough man to say that I can’t read this one without getting a little misty-eyed, Faithful Spoilerites… Books like this are why Retro Reviews exist.
