Showing posts with label kevin colden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kevin colden. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2018

Miss Lasko-Gross and Kevin Colden's The Sweetness

I've been reviewing comics by Miss Lasko-Gross and Kevin Colden from the earliest days of High-Low. However, the Z2 comics series The Sweetness represents the first time that this married couple has collaborated on a major project. Their pairing on this gonzo sci-fi heist comic is as smooth as any I've seen in comics. Lasko-Gross's demented sense of humor is a perfect match for Colden's smooth line that still delights in gore and splatter. I have only read the first four issues (there is a fifth as well), but the series is filled with wit, interesting characters, plot twists and even surprising amounts of warmth.

The story is about two pilots hired to take a spaceship to a colony world. Also aboard is Nelly, an ex-con who is the liaison between the prisoners on board the ship in cryogenic sleep and those who are going to take them at their destination. That simple enough set-up is instantly complicated by one of the pilots nervously smuggling contraband as part of an apparently high-level deal. From there, the book becomes a kind of shell game as Nelly and Scout, a hilarious, bawdy pilot, try to outwit the other, smuggling pilot, a brutal customs process, an ambush on the colony planet they land on, aliens invading their ship and radical nudists.

The complicating subplot is the nature of the contraband: it's sugar. The aliens who tried to hijack them were after it, because for them it's an intoxicant of the highest order. That accounts for the outrageous covers, featuring an attractive, cute or harmless person with their eyes censored by a line and a close-up of their horrible, decaying teeth. It doesn't have anything to do with the plot other than as a visual metaphor for the rotten character of that particular future. Of course, the reality is that sugar truly is an addictive substance that's difficult to kick; it's just that supply and demand is very different than in this book. The aliens are so desperate to either consume sugar and/or obtain large quantities to get wealthy that they would attack any vessel that so much as had a packet of sugar. The series begins with aliens so desperate to score that they break a treaty between Earth and the aliens to do so. The punchline is they didn't want to harm anyone to get the sugar, but the authorities not only killed them but also the people around them, as a sort of sterilization measure.

This ultimately is a comic about negotiating hypocrisy as a means of survival. All Nelly wants is a cut of the action, because she knows it's going to happen no matter what. It's implied that as a black ex-con, she doesn't have many other options. The Earth officials are hypocrites and corrupt, the dealers she's working with are two-faced, and only Scout proves to be a real friend and ally. Nelly is tough, competent and no-nonsense, while Scout is wild, risk-taking and a free spirit. There's a scene where she is given a substance that's an extract of an alien's saliva, and it turns her into a monstrous, naked powerhouse that joyfully and viscerally tears apart a large group of people trying to kill her and Nelly. Lasko-Gross's sense of comic timing is superb here, as Nelly is trying to make a phone call to a drug dealer while Scout is killing enemies in the most disgusting ways possible. Colden picks up on that comic timing with a fine but detailed line that captures minute details for greatest shock and comedic value. I believe this series will be collected soon, and anyone interested in off-beat science-fiction that pulls no punches will find this to be a delightful read.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Sickness: Fishtown

Rob reviews the new book from Kevin Colden, FISHTOWN (IDW).


The central question Kevin Colden wants the reader to ask throughout his chilling FISHTOWN is "Why?" What would motivate a group of youths to murder another teen? What underlies their stated motive? How much of the responsibility for their behavior lies with them, and how much of it lies with their parents and other authority figures? Is there a discernible difference between evil and psychopathology?


FISHTOWN is Colden's own interpretation of a real-life case that took place in Philadelphia. Three teenaged males killed another 16-year-old named Jesse, while a similarly-aged girl looked on. The ostensible reason for killing him was taking his money to buy drugs. The book opens with one of the teens in custody, answering questions from an unseen authority figure. Time is one of Colden's essential formal tools here, as we go back and forth to events related to the murder and then back to the interview room. The other repeating motif is deceit: what is said does not match up with what is done or felt.


The visuals that Colden employs imply a sickness endemic to all concerned, not just the murderers. The only colors he uses are a sickly yellow and a rosy pink (for blood). The jaundiced appearance of the entire city implies that it was over before it even began for these characters--they were doomed and helped to further perpetuate their own doom. Colden employs a lot of tight close-ups that are claustrophobic and even a little nauseating at times, especially in the viscerally disturbing scene late in the book where we finally see the murder. He doesn't flinch in showing the blunt, matter-of-fact viciousness of the murder: the ultimate expression of sickness. Colden's line is scratchy and scribbly with a certain mainstream sensibility in terms of gesture and composition. It's an interesting contrast, reminding me a bit of Dave Gibbons in some places.


Each of the murderers winds up having a different motive, even if none of them cop to it. One of them was a childhood friend of the victim, but the sight of his lover (named Angelica) baring her chest to the victim, enticing him to have sex, drove him to a jealous rage. Angelica was a heroin addict and a cutter, the profile of someone who despises themselves and tries to find ways to both numb pain and find ways to express their inner pain. Angelica was an example of someone both too far gone to respond to therapy and someone who is enormously dangerous as a result. She was the lit match for the powderkeg of psychopathy that was the brothers Keith and Adrian.


Murdering Jesse was a twisted way of claiming power over their world. Each one of the murderers felt trapped and desperate. They all numbed themselves with narcotics and feigned apathy, but their actions speak to the desire to hurt a world that confused them. That feeling of shared power was made manifest in the way that the foursome hugged after murdering Jesse, completing an empowering ritual. It was a sicker reaction to a sick world, and one that they quickly realized would have repercussions. In their questioning sessions, they even allude to how sick the actions (especially of the others) were, even if they deny responsibility or regret.


Colden strongly implies that while the murderers had any number of reasons (abuse, mental illness) to lash out at the world, their actions were still their own responsibility. Jesse himself was a testament to this; it's implied that he used to be much more of a fuck-up until he quit school, got a job and planned to join the military when he turned 18. It's also implied that though Angelica and Justin (the fourth murderer) were in psychological pain, their home environments weren't especially oppressive. Indeed, both had potential support systems available to them if they had chosen to take advantage of them.


Ultimately, the camaraderie the murderers felt together was as false and fleeting feeling of bliss as a narcotic. In questioning, each of the kids found ways to turn on each other subtly and directly, and it's revealed that Angelica was quite happy to sell the others out for a less drastic sentence, even as she was manipulating Justin to the very end. There were no lessons learned here; none of the murderers will change or could even imagine wanting to change. A combination of environment and their own choices created the road they followed; they were ripe for sickness and did nothing to prevent it.