Showing posts with label thrice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thrice. Show all posts

Friday, May 9, 2014

Top Of The Deadly Class

The first panel contains a Bad Brains reference, typeset in the San Francisco skyline. Writer Rick Remender knows how to set a tone.



Remender's mainstream comics work (Captain America, Uncanny X-Force, Uncanny X-Men) comes with a heavy first person narration and it returns fully here. Marcus, the main character, is a teenage gutter punk with a mouth beyond his years. His family was killed by a suicidal schizophrenic jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. Marcus drifts between stealing from sanctimonious businessmen and flinging himself off the same bridge his parents died under.

It's not a good life and while Remender doesn't write <i>that</i> in the sky, he has no trouble showing and then telling us.

Penciller and co-creator Wes Craig is heavily indebted to Hawkeye penciller and Valiant concept artist David Aja, or whomever Aja is himself indebted to, and it works wonders. (There's an especially effective scene where colorist Lee Louridghe uses the Hawkeye flat purples as Marcus contemplates suicide that is so obvious as to be homage.)

Little details like bleeding the gutters a little into a panel to highlight the person walking away, or how a female character's face has shades of Paul Pope make the thing sing. Some panels are set at an angle, one, I suspect to heighten storytelling and to mimic San Francisco's famously steep geography.



What's also notable is just how many panels are on a page, as high as 17, and instead of an average of 6-8, it's closer to 9-12. I hesitate to say much about the story. Marcus is enrolled into a school for assassins, called King's Dominion Of The Deadly Arts.

A comparison to Morning Glories, another Image comic about a high school with ill intent, is a red herring. Last I checked, the school in Morning Glories has imperial designs over time and space (I cashed out after the third trade) and with the second issue of Deadly Class, it appears Deadly Class' school is merely a place where teenagers become killers for hire.

I texted excitedly to Adam Witt (from whom I now steal the phrase "breakout-caliber" to describe the pencils of Mr. Craig) that this was the Rick Remender project I've been waiting for. Here, finally, I think is the comic where Remender's history with and love for punk suffuse the work.



The police are mentioned here quite a bit. They're always the antagonists, and referred to as pigs and fuzz and a number of other likely period appropriate slurs. At first blush, it sounds corny, but given the students and the time period, it rings true. They would say that. They would sound like kids trying too hard, they're in assassin high school!

(Speaking of trying too hard: Deadly Class can be described as Stray Bullets robs The Invisibles at gunpoint.)

To acknowledge it's been a couple months since the first issue came out: I thought the ending to issue two was unsatisfying (Will Marcus kill a person now that he's enrolled in assassin school?), but issue three startled me to the point where I gasped as I read it on the train. I blush and smile as I see myself in the straight edge high school student. There is an almost-Phonogram level of music nerdery in issue three. It shows character.

Remender leans very heavily on the idea that the comic is authentic to his life and his own lived experiences in the backmatter. Only he knows, but even if (or especially if) not one single detail of Deadly Class was inspired by a life experience, what matters is that, like all good fiction, Deadly Class feels true. If you can lie that well, that's how you know you're a good storyteller. If it happened to you? Shit, that's almost cheating.

Deadly Class is currently up to issue four, with the first collection announced for a release in July.







Have I really not put Minor Threat onto this blog yet? Well, wait a little while longer. Have Thrice do an especially messy and glorious cover of Seein' Red and Screaming At A Wall. Recorded during the meticulous Vheissu sessions, Thrice blows off some steam here. It feels like home.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Many Unpleasant Things

I don't see 2666 being beautiful yet. It's devastating, for fucking sure. The repetition of the women getting murdered hasn't lost it's punch. Hell, I just read the sentence "in August 1995, the bodies of seven women were found" and I think immediately, 2666 is going to fucking start now, finally.

On a mundane note, I wish the book was printed on heavier stock, because at the moment it's paper thin and I don't underline or make notes anywhere for fear of tearing the pages. Then again, when you've got 900+ pages (893 of story, a couple of explanation, and the title page, plus errata), my guess is it adds up quickly.Then again, this is a first edition in paperback. I'm late to the game, so this is what I get. More to the point, I choked down the above $10 price at a Borders of all places, so I don't get to talk.

ANYWAY. Back to the story.

For the last seventy some pages, the story's been based around a detective that is slowly, starting to investigate the deaths of the women. And they've been dying on at the clip of one or two a month. But I interpret the finding of seven bodies in August 1995 as the author saying and here we go. For real this time. That said, I either need a longer attention span, because these 3+ page paragraphs are starting to get to me.

It's only dawning on me now that from here on out, the rape and murder part is only going to get more pronounced.This is not one of those good thoughts. At all. I soldier on.

Aaaaaaand we get to the prison rape bit. I was right. Uh. I'm not going through the mechanics, but I imagine there's an Oz episode or two that will educate you, if you desire such a thing. I would usually be happy I'm right, but prison rape isn't really, the kind of thing I'm stoked on.

I explained 2666 as a book that's crazy to a person reading the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. (Original title of Girl With…, by the way: Men Who Hate Women.) I read a bit of errata in the back of the 2666 before I started reading '66 in earnest and it talked about a book that swirled around its center. I think of it like a spiral. Hell, there's three whole stories before I get to the story's center, Santa Teresa.

The story about the critics/professors was the furthest from Santa Teresa. I think they only heard about Santa Teresa, or at least went there and didn't stick around. The story about the widowed philosopher had the philosopher move close to (or in) Santa Teresa, but most of the story was about the wife's hitchhiking to meet up with a man she slept and a book that drove the widow crazy. Part number three, about the black reporter, was the person who spent the most time in the city, covering a boxing match that was over (as it had to be) painfully quickly. He ended up being with the philosopher's daughter after guns were drawn and violence was going down.

And now, we're in the city proper where we see from the perspectives of the detectives, the finding of the dead women. There was vaguely mention of it in the first story, more talking around it in the second story and substantiated discussion in the third. I wouldn't call this a story that unfolds so much as a story that is spiraling, maybe downwardly, towards its horrible and truthful center.




Today's song: Silhouette by Thrice. It would be Under A Killing Moon, but, it seems like the murders of women are going to get worse, so I want to save it for when it gets even more out of hand.


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