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REVIEW: Jupiter Ascending

jupiter-ascending-blu-ray-box-art-e1432936073656-5444786Many cultures initially believed you could not own the land, just use it. Then other cultures thought otherwise and ownership became the norm. Now imagine discovering that some intergalactic race owns the Earth and all its inhabitants. Pretty cool idea, no?

The Wachowskis don’t do much with this in the film Jupiter Ascending, a pretty misfire that has plenty of ideas and plenty of plot holes turning it into more of a mess than a state-of-the-art science fiction tale. It’s a shame really; these are the creators who blew our minds nearly twenty years ago with a little something called The Matrix.

The film, out this week from Warner Home Entertainment, starts on Earth and tells the story of the oddly-named Jupiter Jones (Mila Kunis). She and her family her emigrated from Russia to America where they have a family-run housecleaning business. It’s not much of a career for a young woman and she hates it but she endures scrubbing toilets to raise the funds to buy a telescope to gaze at the stars as she once did with her father Maximillian Jones (James D’Arcy). Short of cash and desiring this treat, she was prepared to sell her eggs to complete her fundraising.

A funny thing happened during the harvesting process: aliens come looking for her. Before they can do away with her, for reasons as yet unknown, she is rescued by Caine Wise (Channing Tatum), yet another alien and Jupiter’s life will never be the same.

jupiter-ascending-28-e1432936195184-5692277Through Caine and then Stinger Apini (Sean Bean), Jupiter begins to learn that she is somehow the reincarnation of House Abrasax’s matriarch, who was murdered some 90 millennia earlier. We’re told about Keepers and Entitled and those who strike their better lose their wings, and on and on. It all boils down to the climax of a long game being played by Kalique Abrasax (Tuppence Middleton), Titus (Douglas Booth) and emperor Balem (Eddie Redmayne). If Jupiter is killed then one of them can inherit the Earth or maybe marry one of the others and then kill her so the groom can inherit the Earth. Why? Apparently, we’re a hardy bunch and we’re a rich supply of the life essence that keeps these royals immortal. Truly.

The goal is to keep Jupiter from claiming her birthright but first she has to be convinced this is all real and then she has to go to the realm and deal with interstellar bureaucracy to establish her claim is legit.

jupiter_a-e1432936225459-2267665There’s running, jumping, fighting, double-crossing, last-minute rescues, verbal byplay, true love, and every other stock element you want in your sci-fi popcorn films. What’s missing though is the gravitas that this is real and the stakes are high. Jupiter accepts this all with barely any wide-eyed wonder and is then all gung-ho to get involved. Things take a decidedly nasty turn when the emperor has kidnapped her family, including momma Aleksa (Maria Doyle Kennedy). She will surrender the Earth or watch her loved ones be killed.

There’s then more running and things blowing up and the world coming apart and somehow a series of nick of time rescues that stagger the imagination followed by two incredibly unbelievably moments of serendipity that makes you groan loudly because by the then, this story has gone off the rails.

jpiter-spacecraft-3875838The film is sumptuous to look at with amazing rocketships, costumes, cityscpaes, and tech gear, Everyone from Kunis to Redmayne is attractive and scrubbed to a glistening sheen. The special effects are lovely making you ignore much of the nonsense dialogue, thin characterization, and lapses of logic. Making fun of the government offices requiring a reincarnated heiress prove her legitimacy is a fabulous notion then the Wachowskis made it resemble Earth way too closely down to a cameo from Terry Gilliam, who did similar things in his own films.

The movie looks just fabulous in high definition with an impressive video transfer with matchless audio. None of it makes up for the nonsensical story, but boy, it’s pretty watch although Michael Giacchino’s score sounds crisp yet tired.

The film comes on Blu-pray disc, supported with the standard assortment of features, none of which feels out of the ordinary or particularly special, much like the film itself. We have Jupiter Jones: Destiny Is Within Us (7:00); Caine Wise: Interplanetary Warrior (5:00): The Wachowskis: Minds Over Matter (7:00); Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds (10:00), letting us finally linger over the cultures, alien races, planets, fashion, androids and designs;  Genetically Spliced (10:00); Bullet Time Evolved (10:00), a look at the latest rev of their patented special effect;, and finally, From Earth to Jupiter (And Everywhere in Between) (10:00),  an attempt at sorting through the film’s plot.

Martha Thomases: Look Out, Here Comes Tomorrow

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Tomorrowland didn’t do as well as expected this weekend in theaters.  Some people celebrated this fact, apparently believing that the movie was the brainchild of George Clooney and that it was a propaganda film about climate change.

They must have seen a different movie than I did.

I’ll admit that, like the Big Hollywood website, I went to the theater with my own set of assumptions and biases.  Tomorrowland is my favorite area in the Disney parks, the first place I wanted to go the first time I went (in 1979).  I love the work of director Brad Bird, and have since The Family Dogperro-de-familia1-7087282

And, yeah, I have the hots for George Clooney and I think climate change is an issue deserving action.  Only the first of those affects my ticket-buying decisions.

So, the Disney nerd in me loved the movie.  But, more important to this column, so did the comics fan.

Because I love the future.  I remember when everybody did.

You see, one of the themes of Tomorrowland is that we, as a society, have become too enthralled with pessimistic stories and fleeting fads.  Instead of wallowing in disaster movies (like this) or dystopian dramas (like this), we should work together to make the future better.

Look, it’s really normal for adolescents to be drawn to the “grim’n’gritty” dystopias.  And, by “normal,” I mean that I did it.  For me, devastated that I was not only the center of the universe but my parents weren’t all-powerful and my body was doing strange things that involved icky fluids, it seemed that pessimism was the more sophisticated viewpoint.  I wasn’t a little kid anymore, with bright colors and flowers and candy.  No, I wore black and I was sullen.  If the cool kids (the jocks and the cheerleaders) wouldn’t have me as one of their own, I was going to act as if I rejected them first.

And then I grew up.

Look, I still like a lot of things that can seem pessimistic.  Blade Runner remains one of my favorite movies, based on the work of Philip K. Dick, a rather depressing writer whom like a lot.  I like punk rock and Lou Reed and Leonard Cohen.  I like Transmetropolitan and The Dark Knight Returns.

The older I get, however, the more I want hope.  And that hope lies in the future.alanna-and-adam-strange-4581433

Comics helped me with this.  Adam Strange not only engaged with an alien world, but fell in love and married an alien.  The Legion of Super-Heroes posited a time when the whole universe would band together to make life better.

A lot of today’s best comics come from a hopeful place.  I’d include Saga  and Sex Criminals and even Bitch Planet as works that rouse the spirit.

Another science fiction writer I enjoy, William Gibson, is sometimes credited as one of the founders of the cyberpunk movement, which often painted a bleak future.  His most recent book, The Peripheral, has it’s share of dystopian prophecy, but ends up (SPOILER, maybe?) making the case that we can change the future.  We can make the world better.

A better world is worth the effort.  Especially if it includes George Clooney.aa19ac627923e9f171a6e379af4c6c36-300x225-9277844

REVIEW: How to be a Superhero

How to be a Superhero
By Mark Edlitz
Bear Manor Media, 586 pages, $42.95/$29.95

how-to-be-a-superhero-500x500-e1431878223886-4946870Longtime readers of pop culture magazines have no doubt read interviews with actors who have donned capes, cowls, spandex, and prosthetics to portray heroes and villains drawn from comic books. I certainly was involved in my fair share of such interviews working at Starlog Press and its successors have continued, especially contemporary online outlets which are enjoying a bonanza of options.

Most of those interviews tend to be about the most immediate project with little insight or context about an actor’s association with a media property or being the latest in a long line to play the same role. And certainly, these interviews are sandwiched between news, features, and other topics. So, it’s a bit of a surprise that such a collection has not been attempted before.

batman_3-e1416014137863-5638548Mark Edlitz, a hardworking writer with credits including The Huffington Post, Los Angeles Times’ Hero Complex, Moviefone, Sirius/XM Radio’s Slice of SciFi and Empire magazine online, has collected nearly four dozen interviews he’s conducted through the years and is releasing on June 1, How to be a Superhero. It’s not a guidebook or a real “how to” but provides an interesting glimpse into the performers who brought four-color idols to life.

Organized into eight categories, Edlitz introduces you to Caped Crusaders, Heroic Women, Antiheroes, Sidekicks, Supervillains, and so on. There’s even an Appendix that includes the performers he could not interview himself, culling choice quotes from a variety of sources so this is as complete a source as one might hope to find.

michael-rosenbaum-quiere-ser-lex-luthor-en-el-hombre-de-acero-2-original-e1431878431736-8734286Edlitz’s overlong introduction sets the stage and clarifies to us who he considers to be a superhero, which feels like a justification to wax nostalgic about James Bond and including interviews with George Lazenby and Roger Moore. Additionally, he includes an out-of-left field, not terribly useful interview with Leonard Nimoy about Spock.

corman-ff-2701002Overlooking those, the remainder of the book is treasure trove of interesting conversations with actors from Noel Neill and Jack Larson during the nascent television days through Clark Gregg, the coolest hero in a black suit on prime time today. In between, we get everyone you would expect and then some. Edlitz gets credit for speaking to the first Fantastic Four – Alex Hyde-White, Carl Ciafello, Rebecca Staab and Joseph Culp, who played Doctor Doom – in the never-released Roger Corman produced adaptation. Similarly, we also hear from Chip ZIen, who voiced Howard the Duck from that eponymous disastrous production.

batgirl_02-e1416013621423-6836472Given how slightly defined the heroes were in film and on television in the 1940s-1960s, the actors themselves attempt to fill in the gaps and explain their work process. Then there’s Yvonne Craig who pretty much admitted she didn’t put much thought in to Batgirl given how little she was given to work with.

On the flipside, some of the book’s best comments come from Michael Rosenbaum, exploring the events that shaped Lex Luthor on Smallville. Kevin Conroy and Tim Daly, who voiced the World’s Finest heroes, also have some strong comments about what it means to be a hero.

Behind the camera, Tom Mankiewicz, who wrote for Bond and the Man of Steel, provides an informative glimpse into how 1970s fare was conceived while Ken Johnson talks adapting the Hulk to the small screen, mostly avoiding the horrible telefilms that tried to create a Marvel televised universe.

What would have helped the book was providing some context for exactly when each interview was conducted so we have a better idea how the performers were influenced by contemporaneous comics publishing and film competition. He also asks each subject for a question to ask the next one but they run in a chaotic order so it feels jarring rather than delightful.

As interesting as the words are, the pictures leave something to be desired, mostly public domain press pictures and far too few of them. Still, these are minor quibbles in what is an enjoyable reading experience.

With 20-something superhero pictures to come in the next few years, this book is a fine encapsulation of the pioneers who paved the way for today’s fare. Dealing with stereotyping, poor special effects, meager budgets, and ridiculously tight production made it hard to stand up for truth, justice, and the American Way so they are to be saluted and thanked for their contributions.

Box Office Democracy: Tomorrowland

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It’s profoundly irritating just how lifeless Tomorrowland is. I’m not even talking about how in the grand climax there was clearly no budget for extras so it just seems like three people fighting in a bunch of cavernous empty sets. I mean that one of the biggest movie stars of a generation joined forces with a director that could seemingly do no wrong and they made a movie that always seems like the next scene is the one where things are finally going to kick in to high gear, but instead it just sits in neutral and slowly sinks in to the mud. Tomorrowland is a promise of a future never fulfilled and I wish I could believe that was a really deep metaphor and not a punchless script.

There’s one really fantastic sequence in Tomorrowland set in the 1964 World’s Fair with a young boy presenting his entry in to an invention contest and proposing a thesis on the virtue of imagination and technology’s role in inspiring people to dream, we then get some coverage of the fair followed by our first peek in to the titular Tomorrowland. It’s a killer sequence, it’s funny, it’s compelling, it feels consistent with the ideas behind the theme park the inspired this film. Unfortunately, this is the first ten minutes of the film and it never gets back to that level again. Maybe we shouldn’t even be making movies inspired by theme park sections.

The remaining two hours of movie are just so spirit-destroyingly bland. Plucky young NASA fanatic Casey Newton is a character desperately in need of a character trait deeper than “really likes science” or maybe just a visual aesthetic more complex than “wears a hat.” Then there’s Athena, the young precocious British girl who exists solely to dole out secrets at the appropriate times and not get in the way at others. I’m getting quite sick of the precocious British children cliché and maybe the trope should be discarded completely if you feel the need to have the emotional climax of your film to be a prepubescent girl explaining what love means to a man in his 50s. It gets a little creepy. George Clooney is fine, I suppose, he only ever really performs grumpy and somewhat less grumpy but he has enough raw movie star magnetism to steal every scene he’s in. It feels like a waste of his talents but it also feels a bit like he got tricked in to being in this movie, like he met Brad Bird at a party and gushed about how much he loved Iron Giant and signed a blank contract. There’s no chance that’s the real story but I can’t believe Clooney either liked this script or needed this money.

Tomorrowland is disappointing most of all because it is the first misstep from Brad Bird. He’s had a 16-year run of directing exclusively excellent movies (ok Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol is only pretty good) and I wanted to believe he could do that forever. That’s the way I identify most with this movie: the same way George Clooney feels let down by the future utopia that never came, I feel like I’ve been let down by my idealized version of Bird. There are no cities with elevated multi-level pools and ample municipal jet packs, just as there are no Spielbergs who never made Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. We can’t live in a perfect world but we can try to live in an interesting one, and that is not one that includes Tomorrowland.

REVIEW: Glee The Complete Season Six

glee-season-6-dvd-e1432672796798-1702214Glee lost me when it veered further and further away from its core concepts and refused to take its eyes off their initial stars and their forays into a magical version of New York City. I avoided the final season and from the recaps, it appears to have gone into gonzo land with little effort to ground the show in any sense of reality. As a result, I knew I wasn’t the one to fairly review the final season so I turned to a true Gleek, one of my Creative Writing students, and here’s what she had to say.

By Rachel Watson

Glee has many meanings and definitions that the thought of losing the series or saying goodbye is almost impossible. But all good things must come to an end and knowing Glee, it will end in a big musical number that we will remember.

The sixth, truncated and final season of the series is out now in a box set courtesy of 20th Century Home Entertainment. It opens with Rachel Berry (Lea Michele) learning that she is being fired from her TV show, causing her to return home to Lima, Ohio. Kurt (Chris Colfer) also returns newly single and together the two friends prepare to start a new glee club at McKinley High.

Despite there only being thirteen episodes, Brad Falchuck and the writing staff managed to fit in a wedding between not one couple but two as the expected lovebirds Kurt and Blaine (Darren Criss) finally tie the knot and in somewhat of a surprise, so do Santana (Naya Rivera) and Brittany (Heather Morris). Fans from the Brittana and Klaine fandoms were happy and tearful that their favorite homosexual couples were walking down the aisle to their loves in the view of their friends and family.

That it was two gay couples getting married speaks to the series’ overall strength and value. Of all prime time television, it was the one to consistently and bravely explore what it means to be a homosexual teen, coming out to friends and/or family, and enduring the same travails as their heterosexual friends experience.

Like every other season, the characters learn a lesson that better prepares them to become their adult selves. Rachel learns to conquer her fear, Kurt learns that love is worth fighting for, Santana learns to follow her own choices and even their adult guru, Mr. Schue (Matthew Morrison) learns that you can do things by the bend of a bow and the power of an arrow.

The music, as always, is enjoyable, the stroylines, over the top as they were this season, easy to follow and the best effort was “Dreams Come True”. Here, Rachel earns a Tony and says, “Being a part of something special does not make you special. It’s special because you are a part of it.” Hearing those words just brings tears to my eyes, but what brings warmth to my heart is when nearly the entire series cast appear on stage to christen the school stage as the Finn Hudson Auditorium in 2025 and then sing One Republic’s “I Lived”.

Glee may be over as a television series, but not as a fandom and family. We learn that we are different but all the same thing. Heart. We are the new New Directions each with a special song to sing. With every broken bone, we lived and Glee changed our lives through characters who were going through the same things we were.

Goodbye, Glee. You will be missed but your lessons will be shared for generations.

The four disc standard DVD-only set comes complete with the usual assortment of extras, the Juke box, and some farewell notes. Best are the final features on disc four: Glee: The Final Curtin and Looking Back Video Yearbook.

REVIEW: Kingsman: The Secret Service

kingsman-the-secret-service-blu-ray-cover-art-481x586-e1432565013837-9352793You have to give Mark Millar a lot of credit. Not only does he possess a fertile imagination, but produces works that are ripe for cinematic adaptation. A cynic could tell you Millar does this by design, but I believe he’s just in tune with the current zeitgeist. As a result, just about everything he releases gets snapped up by Hollywood and if they’re all as successful as Kingsman: The Secret Service, we’re all the better for it. The incredible streak began with the wonderful Kick-Ass, which was brought to the screen by director Matthew Vaughn and they have successfully reteamed here.

kingsman-3-4904956The film is out now on Digital HD from 20th Century Home Entertainment, with the DVD combo set to follow. On the extras, co-writer Jane Goldman notes how the film and comic share the same DNA but changes had to be made from print to screen so the mass wedding execution is gone but replacing it is a nice bit of backstory about the espionage agency fronted by the perfectly cast Colin Firth. Director and co-writer Matthew Vaughn speaks at length about the changes he made from Millar’s story, most notably changing the antagonist to an older man to better match him against Firth.

kingsman-1-7571149The miniseries, now available as a collection, was from Millar and Dave Gibbons, an artist who knows a thing or two about clean storytelling, despite the mayhem and bloodshed inherent in spy stories. Millar and Vaughn agreed that spies had grown too serious and the films needed to loosen up which is why with a wink and a nod this doesn’t exactly send up the genre but is just over the top enough to be immensely entertaining. One of the best touches is the truncated subplot about celebrities being kidnapped with it being boiled down to just mark Hamill, who plays himself.

kingsman-4-e1432565352155-7835092The basic premise has Harry “Galahad” Hart (Firth) recruit “Eggsy” (Taron Egerton) to join the covert spy agency. The first third of the film is about the training Eggsy and the others have to survive before going into the field. The timetable winds up accelerated when the eccentric billionaire Richmond Valentine (Samuel L. Jackson) attempts “cleansing the population in order to counteract the effects of global warming”. Very Bond, but so much broader than most of his opponents.

Running the agency, located within the Kingsman Savile Row tailor shop, is Arthur (Michael Caine), who has seen it all and brings enough gravity to make the operation seem convincing. On the other hand, Mark Strong’s Merlin is everything you want in the most hawkish military man.

Yeah, there’s tons of action and special effects and humor but there’s heart, which grounds it and makes you root for Eggsy. As we learn, his father was in the service and there’s a bond between Galahad and Eggsy which is nicely developed.

There’s little doubt that the Digital HD format is great for mobile viewing and the 1080p image is crisp and flows without hesitation. If there’s anything to miss, it’s the DTS Lossless audio track but the AC-3 audio is just fine.

Without the physical confines of the disc, it also comes complete with the Blu-ray extras so the digital age continues to transform how we consume media. There’s 1:31 of extra material, broken into sections — Panel to Screen: The Education Of A 21st Century Super-Spy, Heroes And Rogues, Style All His Own, Tools Of The Trade, Breathtakingly Brutal, and Culture Clash: The Comic Book Origins Of The Secret Service — that covers everything from the miniseries’ creation, with Millar and Gibbons chatting, to the casting, production, stunts, etc. All of it is slickly assembled and fine to watch.

Yes, the box office was surprisingly strong and a sequel is on its way but the original is tremendous fun and is a fine addition to your video library.

Box Office Democracy: Mad Max: Fury Road

In 2009 my parents visited me in Los Angeles for the first time and I needed to show them a movie as the Arclight chain of theaters because I wouldn’t shut up about how great they were. There wasn’t anything out that we were dying to see so we saw the latest movie from Jason Statham more because we liked him than because we thought we would see a fantastic movie. That was the first time I saw Crank: High Voltage and it changed what I wanted from an action movie: pace above all other things. I want a movie to move as fast and damn the audience if they can’t keep up. Mad Max: Fury Road is the first movie since that feels like it is genuinely pushing at the limits of the genre and it makes for a truly impactful filmgoing experience.

Mad Max: Fury Road is a 120-minute movie that has well over 110 minutes of action. Fast action at that, breakneck paced, innovative fire-belching action that constantly threatens to overwhelm the senses of the audience. Chase sequences so far above and beyond the norm that it feels like the cinematic equivalent of the invention of the steam engine and it’s like we skipped a thousand steps and went from farming to factories in no time at all. That they could do these choreographed ballets of explosions, high speeds, and flying bodies almost exclusively with practical effects defies belief. It all simultaneously looks like it would take a million takes to get right but would only really ever accommodate one. (more…)

Tweeks Acca-xpectations Met

PP2TweeksThumbnailYou’ll have to acca-scuse us for our excitement over Pitch Perfect 2.  The Elizabeth Banks directed musical comedy did not disappoint in giving us even more quotable lines and mash-ups to sing.   Here’s our Tweeks review, but don’t worry — we leave the singing to Rebel Wilson & Anna Kendrick in this video!

Mike Gold: Mad Max – Back In The Desert Again!

Today’s Zen question: Can a movie be called a sequel even if it has a cast that hadn’t been in the earlier three movies but it stars the same lead character and the worldview remains consistent with those movies and all four movies have the same director, but the last one was released 30 years ago?

Today’s Zen answer: Who the hell cares? Mad Max: Fury Road is an absolutely terrific movie.

I saw this epic with my ComicMix comrade Martha Thomases and our mutual pal, Michigan’s own Penelope Ruchman. It was the beginning of an amazingly astonishing pop entertainment day; I’d give you those details but you know how I absolutely hate to name-drop. I won’t speak for Martha or Penny except to say that Martha enjoyed the movie at least as much as I did and I believe Penny liked it even more. Yes, it really is the Gone With The Wind of action movies, except instead of torching Atlanta they trashed several megatons of George Metzger-esque decrepit vehicles traveling across the desert to… well, to nowhere. Action ensues.

And that’s about it for the plot. Usually, that is not a good sign. Here, somehow, it works. If somebody pitched this to me as a graphic novel I’d have rejected it – but on the screen, in George Miller’s more-than-capable hands, it soars. I did not notice one person in the crowded Manhattan theater leaving for food or a bathroom break. That’s better than “two thumbs up,” particularly when damn near the entire movie was set in the desert. You’d think people would need some water or soda or a Slurpee or something.

Tom Hardy is fine as Max. The role isn’t overwhelmingly dependent upon acting chops, but when needed Tom delivers. The true star of this movie, in every conceivable way, is Charlize Theron. She plays the other title character, Imperator Furiosa. She is the heart and the soul of the movie but, to the regret of a few morons, she and her women companions also carry the brunt of the action. They carry it right to your lap.

There’s a bit of a controversy contrived by these aforementioned morons about how Mad Max: Fury Road emasculates men. There is a phrase for this attitude: neurotic bullshit. If this movie made their balls shrivel up and fall to the ground, trust me: society is better off.

There’s a long-standing meme in Hollywood about how women can’t carry an action movie. Executives point to truly shitty movies such as Catwoman, Elektra, and Supergirl. It doesn’t occur to the cigar-chompers that if you rewrote these movies for a male lead, they would be just as shitty and only marginally more income-active. I have three things to say to these people:

  • Lucy
  • Mad Max: Fury Road
  • Greenlight the fucking Black Widow movie already.

Mad Max: Fury Road was co-written by comics great Brendan McCarthy, of 2000 AD fame. Particularly of Judge Dredd fame. The parallels between the Mad Max series and Dredd are, well, overwhelming. Jus’ sayin’. I thought Mick McMahon should have received royalties for The Road Warrior, but it is a great movie. Just like Road Fury.

This movie was so relentless and so compelling that even George Eastman’s parents should be proud.

Go see it. But first, stop by the ridiculously overpriced candy counter and buy vast quantities of consumable liquid. This time, it’s actually worth the money.

 

Marc Alan Fishman: The Mystery of Mr. Rhee

The whole time I’ve been on the creator side of Artist Alley here in the midwest, the name Dirk Manning has been omnipresent. The ebony-coifed, Cthulu-befriending, ne’er-do-well of independent horror comic writing fame has long been a stalwart presence on the periphery of my own indie tunnel-vision. Finally, I decided to be more than a passing conversation and Facebook poker and converted myself into a paying customer. And with his first volume of Tales of Mr. Rhee sitting proudly over the potty where I watch my toddlin’ son enjoy bathtime, I’ve consumed the initial batch of madness. I am elated to post that I didn’t carve a single mystic rune into my skull whilst enjoying it.

The book itself is a hoot. A collection of web-comics presented in the standard printed comic format, the series straddles the line of the occult somewhere between the blue collar and the black robe. “Mr. Rhee” himself is a tough-as-nails savior of the damned in the same vein as folks like Constantine or Hellboy. He’s got spells and a bad attitude to keep him safe from demented and deranged demons. In all, the first volume covers bits and pieces of the titular thaumaturgy, from his humble and tragic origin to his current dangers regarding the dastardly demons that lurk in Mr. Rhee’s barely-kept-closed-closet. Say that three times fast.

Upon completing the trade, I was left in a bit of a stupor. The forward, by fellow midwestern writer “Uncle” Raf Nieves – which I oddly chose to read last – dealt entirely with the damn, I wish I’d thought of that feeling a creator might get reading somebody else’s work. While I had none of those feelings, I get entirely what was being communicated. It’s actually what drew me into making comic books in the first place. Mr. Rhee and the universe he occupies shares so much space with so many other occult/horror universes that it left me pondering mostly how talents like Mr. Manning, Nieves, and the rest all end up traveling down the same dichotomous road.

As mentioned above, Tales of Mr. Rhee lives on the line between the blue collar workaday world and the epically macabre. The evil and horrific worlds created in horror comics (and TV shows, movies, what-have-you) rely heavily on balancing the mundane with the insane. A Friday the 13th movie without the overnight camp set-up is simply never worth your time. And even when a story shuffles harder towards the blue collar – like Hellboy or Goon – there’s always a strong undercurrent of truly wicked things that anchor the story down. The balance is the key to the quality.

And for those seeking to dispel my thesis with Ghostbusters… go watch the boogyman episodes of The Real Ghostbusters and get slimed. But I digress.

The best scares – like the best laughs, or even action beats – come when you least expect it, and hit at issues underneath the surface. The best terror one might ever feel (aside from the kind you get when you sign your first mortgage) contains a large portion of plausibility, with the right dash of the impossible. A spider catching you off guard might make you jump. A spider that whispers to you that you’ve always been a failure is terrifying.

Tales of Mr. Rhee begins as an unassuming monster hunter rag. So true that it ultimately excels when the supernatural takes form as annoying neighbors, transitory spirits hanging at the bar, and even within the crevices of land purposely sold to a unassuming family to spare those in-the-know from the potential danger. The tales themselves are presented all without backstory, and finish as quickly as they start. As chapters tick off, the creeping crescendo of the final reveal ultimately provides the biggest scare of them all: We thought these tales were merely random short idiosyncratic occurrences, devoid of greater machinations. All-the-while, amidst his own decaying network of former associates, Mr. Rhee, unyielding bad-ass we thought him to be, is caught with nary an alacazam to mutter in the face of the evil that lurked underneath him the entire volume. Plausible, with that pinch of the impossible you say?

Chilling indeed.