Review - Wytches - Creepiness That Works So Well ~ What'cha Reading?

Review – Wytches – Creepiness That Works So Well

0

Review - Wytches - Creepiness That Works So Well

Wytches #1

5 out of 5 Space Monkeys

Why? Because Snyder can do no wrong, and teaming back up with Jock, the artist he started his Batman career with, to do a creator owned book that has some personal attachments to the writer, well that just sounds like good comics!
Snyder has become the consummate Batman writer ( see above ), and that has had its creepy moments, but here Snyder returns to his horror roots ( American Vampire, Swamp Thing, etc. ) with Jock supplying his signature style, and an added dose of creepiness that works so well with Snyder’s stories.
Jock’s pencils have that Sienkiwicz-ian sketchy line work and use of shadow that can’t help but convey the subject matter in a beautifully scary way. The book is a good read, a great #1 and just screams “Make me into a Movie” from page one.
Sailor Rooks and her family have moved into a new home, away from a horrible event from her past ( it’s revealed midway through, and it’s pretty messed up ) and into a new school, where she hopes no one knows who she is or what she has been embroiled in recently. But the horror she saw during her trauma inducing event, just may have followed her to her new home, or maybe it’s like her parents, therapists and doctors say…all in her head.
Snyder captures the tender family moments between Sailor and her parents smartly, especially her relationship with her father, as well as the awkwardness of a teenage girl with a load of baggage starting over in a new school, with new students, and new teachers. He really ups the realism of familial dialogue and interpersonal relationships, and counter points with scenes of unbelievable surrealistic horror, keeping you guessing what’s gonna hit you on the next page.
Once again Mister Snyder…. very impressed.

Wytches #1
Image Comics
$2.99
w. Scott Snyder
a. Jock

About Author

Trained by the Four-Color wizard, Hagan, in all things comic-booky, young Robert took to the streets of New York, dragging his large bespectacled head from comic shop to comic shop, absorbing, learning… knowing…. Until a very delayed pubescent spurt in his early thirties when the tumescent lump of comic knowledge burst forth, rupturing into nonsensical rants about Jack Kirby, superhero related tattoos, questionable cosplay activities, worshiping Jim Starlin as a prophet, and courting the young lady working in his local comic shop. Now he is just mad…roaming the streets late at night while walking his dog, plotting and preparing to unleash more comic-booky goodness on an unsuspecting world. He likes bread. The food. He thinks the band is crap. *Hey wanna freak Bob out? Come follow him on twitter (@dyrewolf1218), he's totally new to it and suspects it may be black magic...* - Chuck the editor monkey

Got a comment? Let's hear it!