Written by David B. Schwartz
Art and Lettering: Sean Wang
Color Art: Guru-eFX
Cover Art: Christ Bachalo (vol 1) & Greg Horn (vol 2)
Graphic Design: Rory Myers Design
Me: Hey guys, I'm having a hard time choosing what to review next for the site. Any suggestions?
Doug: Why don't you review something you didn't like.
Me: Well Meltdown it is then.
I'm not heartless or unfeeling… well maybe a little but only if its funny. That being said I really just couldn't find too much to like about Meltdown. The latest (air quote) super hero (end air quote) to get his own little special two part series from Image is a tired semi-redemption story that is as predictable as the artwork is just par. The boys at Image owe me a new pair of eyes since mine started bleeding when reading this saccharine laced tale. Diabetes is sure to follow.
While I didn't absolutely hate the book my disappointment is what really irks me. If you hate having endings given away stop reading now. I just don't care enough about this comic to not spoil the not-so-surprise ending. The story is a recap of Meltdown's life as he is about to die because of his power basically burning him to death from the inside out. From his arrival in Miami to his stint as a lackey in a group of superheroes called, with great lack of imagination, the Hall of Heroes we follow Meltdown from one sad story to another. The writing isn't bad. At times it almost makes you forget how crappy the plot is. But at the end of the second part we all can see where this is going from a mile away: Redemption. My god I wish they had just made him bad ass; Just to do something different.
"Well, I'm going to die. I've two options. A) Go all vigilante ala Charles Bronson in the Death Wish series but finally redeem myself at the end encouraging millions of people to be better than they are. Or B) Go all vigilante ala Charles Bronson in the Death Wish series and make my self a name as one bad ass mother fucker that wouldn't take shit off of anyone, possibly deterring a huge amount of people from crime and at the same time making myself the wet dream bad boy poster child for all women everywhere. Oh what the heck, lets go for A."
Stupid fucker.
As for the ink work it goes from cartoony during childhood flashbacks to dramatic while he is leaving his childhood sweetheart to oh-so-dark-and-brooding as he goes all emo about kicking the bucket. While that's faux innovative and all, there is no real sense of artistic expression, not even a little bit. The colors are either too bright to try to bring an ounce of happy to the good times or too dark to give angst in an angstless-post-apocoliptic-Mad-Max desert of emotion. Just seems flat and hokey… save for the fire. The artist apparently loves to digitally render fire since that is all they are good at. This, children, is digital ink done wrong.
Overall score: Lando. They could have done so much more with the idea of the book but just pussed out at the end.
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4 comments:
your language is offensive to mine ears.
you'll care when i make you care.
oh, what's that funny little dot at the end of my sentence? hmmm. closure. a nice. big. fat. period. so, you know, you actually understand when my words end. And here i am still waiting to find out just what exactly you don't fucking have to.
i apologize for jakey-pooh. he has yet to master the simple notion of the "...". really, it's implications are highly under-appreciated. properly applied it has not upper limit, while the un-punctuated, non-functional lack of a period simply makes one look miserly in the face of distributive punctuative justice. but there you go, Jakels is simply the type to leave one without any sense of closure
"simply makes one look miserly in the face of distributive punctuative justice." acerbic comic genius. now if only jake would
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