Identity Thief (Fanboy Comics): If nothing else, writer
Bryant Dillon and artist Meaghan O’Keefe definitely win the award for creepiest
use of the term “offspring” that I’ve ever seen. *Shudder* That unexpected little moment
gave me a skin-tingling chill that I won’t soon forget. Identity Thief is the second original graphic novel published by
Fanboy Comics (I reviewed the first here, Something
Animal) and they’re immediately creating a consistent aesthetic to the
line. Identity Thief has the same
painterly qualities and intensely dark color scheme dripping with ink. From a
thematic standpoint, these comics, which play like short films brought to paper
(fans of the TV show American Horror
Story take note), also share the same slick production quality and
horror-infused supernatural elements to their human dramas.
This book sees Craig and Daphne move cross-country to escape
a troubled past and begin a new life. While there is some blatant exposition to
be found (the characters share indirect monologues about why they moved and who
they are, mostly for the reader’s benefit) and some of the scenes play
disjointed from page to page, (characters asking questions which are never
answered in favor of rough unexplained jump cuts), I will say that those
sophomore pitfalls from Dillon aside, most of the storytelling choices are
otherwise fairly bold. I like how so many of the sequences are completely
devoid of dialogue or text, allowing the art to shine and carry the primary
means of information delivery, though the visual clarity of O’Keefe’s art still
seems to need a little more time to develop in order to achieve this optimal balance. I
do love the way that the art grows more chaotic and stylized as the anger and
emotions builds in the story, it’s a nice mirroring effect that shows when the
writer and artist seem to be the most in sync. During some of these sequences,
the white colors serving as light indicators also really pop. I was reminded of
the work of Ben Templesmith, or some of the other artists in this same aesthetic
milieu, the kind I’ve seen with commercial success in LA gallery shows; people
like the inimitable Jason Shawn Alexander come to mind.
In the face of the young couple’s new abode and the
mysterious paranormal intrusion lurking, we learn that the real darkness in man
seems to lie within. Typically the horrors in our own real lives, or even the
physical manifestations that symbolize them in fiction, all stem from our own
paranoid and insecure psyche. This seems to be another part of the connective
tissue running through the burgeoning Fanboy Comics line, the examination of
real world “monsters” as an aspect of confronting self and what we ourselves are capable of. That said, Fanboy
Comics seems to be tapping into something primal, something tangible, and
something socially relevant in the collective consciousness at this point in our
history. The fascination with a type of intimate horror that comes from our own
human nature vs. some nameless, faceless, interchangeable external threat. I’m
sure that some literary scholar more skilled than I could make some sort of post-9/11
sleeper cell analogy about the proverbial “enemy within” fascination in
contemporary pop culture (the recent Emmy wins for Homeland come to mind, or even the embedded paranoia surrounding the “skin-job”
Cylons in BSG), but for now I’ll just
say that this is engaging and beautiful comics from a company to watch. Grade
A-.
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