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The Filth #7 By Matt Martin
DC Comics/Vertigo Ė Grant Morrison (w); Chris Weston (p); Gary Erskine (i)
There are some things that Iím usually too ashamed to admit. When the subject of them is broached, I usually clear my throat and shift the conversation elsewhere. But to make a point to you today, I will admit to some of them.
I donít see what the big deal is with Neil Young, heís never impressed me. Until about a year ago, I donít recall having ever listened to "Stairway to Heaven" in its entirety. I have never, despite having meant to for countless years, read Maus or From Hell. I have owned the entire run of Miracleman, from first issue to last, for about a year now and have not, as yet, read it. Mallrats is my favorite Kevin Smith movie. I saw Clueless seven times in the theater and The Phantom Menace six times. So knowing all these terribly embarrassing things about me, what I say next will come as no surprise.
I donít get this book at all.
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Hereís another one that I canít believe Iím putting in print, where it can never retracted:
Sometimes, I think Grant Morrisonís finest work is his superhero stuff.
Warren Ellis used to go on and on about ďmad, beautiful ideasĒ and how they were going to change the comic book industry. Itís like Morrison took the Beautiful part out and compensated by upping the Mad quotient in this book.
Iíve been increasingly unimpressed with this book, despite our siteís esteemed ownerís cries to the contrary. This issue was the straw that broke the camelís back for me.
Here we have a floating city hosting an appearance by the president (whose coke habit is a thinly veiled reference to someone, but I just canít seem to place itÖ), who is consequently assaulted, shot full of drugs and raped by a member of the Secret Service at the suggestion of a man who seems to appear from out of thin air. And then in the end, a distress call is made by writing in blood on a tampon, which is then found by our ďprotagonistĒ whilst he is hiding in a sewage drain.
And then I ask myself, ďWhat the hell just happened here?Ē This isnít thought provoking, nor is it terribly creative, in my opinion. And when I continually see other websites giving positive reviews to this book, Iím forced to ask myself, ďAm I simply too damned dumb for this book?Ē
So anyway, this has been less of a review and more of a rant. But suffice it to say that thereís very little content in this book, if you ask me, so thereís even less to talk about. All the same, Iíd be curious to hear what everyone else thinks about the book. If youíre enjoying it, by all means, let me know. If you agree with me, stand up and be counted.