The last book of Fatale franchise. A decent read, though, I guess, I got tired of it a bit already – like TV shows, the series fatigue finally catches up with you.
Still, when they make a movie, I will be the first to watch it.
The Amateurs by Conor Stechschulte is a most strange brew – a story about amnesia, two amateur butchers, tons of mindless gore and dark humor – sick, in the end. A good quick book, though I wouldn't recommend it to many. But to those who like Thomas Ott, I would.
As usual with Thomas Ott, a couple of pictures is much better than a thousand words. Brrrrr, scary.
My call – The Hidden is nowhere close to Peculia's absolute awesomeness. This Frankenstein-creates-the-end-of-the-world story is, as every Sala's book, beautifully drawn – and even beautifully colored – but the storyline is, ehem, so and so.
Oh well. Enjoy the bloodshed and the macabre!
Equally delicious as the original Peculia book, this story is a great homage to old time b&w horror, as well as the 60-70s b-movies, the majestic Count Dracula, Scooby Doo and the rest of the vampire horror fun.
Fast to read and very enjoyable! Mmmm
Peculia, a black and white comic book by Richard Sala, is absolutely stunning. Barely one hundred pages, it contains less than a dozen short horror stories about a brave girl named Peculia, her perfect butler Ambrose, her adversary Justine and her secret admirer Obscrus – and many, many monsters. These tales are quite similar to my childhood horror stories – the crawling hands, big ugly creatures lurking in the dark, waiting to grab little kiddies and eat them.
This is like the best ironic comic book horror I've seen in a while – definitely better than the previous Sala's books I've tried.
Also, black and white with no coloring gives it a distinct, rather peculiar feel – which is only spoiled by colors. Mesmerizing. A tiny gem.
Yet another macabre short story by Richard Sala, a true master of gothic horror, cults, and scary tales in unique vivid colors.
Funny to read this as a continuation of the Fatale, to see the same ceremonial sacrifices with crooked daggers etc – but with much more irony around it.
A great short, all in all – but only for those of you who are sick enough to enjoy it.
As much as I was dissatisfied with Fatale Books 2 & 3, I am equally pleased with Book Four: Pray for Rain (collects volumes 15 to 19). The change is drastic – as if Brubacker was completely out of ideas for his past several volumes, and had to fill them with crap in order to fulfill the publishers desires – and, suddenly, he found, I dunno, his own Fatale that gave his the inspiration back.
To my mind, this story arc is equal to a good, hard to take your eyes off the screen slasher movie, when you sit and enjoy the rollercoster. Nice.
And after that, an unfortunate pause. While volumes 20 & 21 are already available and in my iPad, Fatale the series will end in this July, when volume 24 hits the shelves – and I guess, I will have to wait for that – as I never liked reading small 30-page long volumes separately, as I don't really get to enjoy the storyline this way. Okey. Let's see what July brings.
Fatale. Book Two: The Devil’s Business and Book Three: West of Hell by Ed Brubacker and Sean PhillipsPosted: April 29, 2014
The second book of Fatale (i.e. the story arc that contains volumes 6 to 10 of the comic series) was, sadly, quite inferior to the first. Still, I have to admit Brubaker and Phillips have a very unique style of their own, especially drawing wise.
Volumes 11 to 14 that followed were four short separate stories, not too full of value, I guess. I like the nazi one the most, if you ask me. They, as I later found out, were collected under the title Book Three: West of Hell.
Other than that, ummm, I would say, this is a huge comedown from the original first Fatale story arc. Sad.
Richard Sala's short horror story in black and white, with archetypical killer clowns and kill-your-parents children of corn, flip-flip-flip.
If I were to compare, the thing is subpar to the ugly, mean and scary stuff of Thomas Ott which I like a lot. Well, who am I to compare.