Quisque Comoedum Est
It’s a post-apocalyptic America after the Big Wet leaves the land itself dry and wasted. In the frontier society that remains, an army of villagers must defend themselves against the hostile semi-human Sand Eaters.
Then, The Innocents are stalking extreme sports star Grace Stokes, but she doesn’t know why; and it’s all somehow connected to a lucky, lackadaisical businessman kidnapped by cryptic fellow with deep resources.
We’re not told what the Big Wet was in the first issue from writer Antony Johnston and artist Christopher Mitten, but it surely didn’t leave much wet behind. America is a wasteland populated by a few ragtag towns very barely eking out an existence. Some lonely ranchers and desperate farmers do business for shoelaces, and everyone’s quick to pull a gun.
Johnston doesn’t mention Star Wars or Stephen King’s Wolves of the Calla among the numerous influences in the book’s concept, but they’re the most readily present comparisons with antagonists like the hostile, semi-human Sand Eaters: desert dwellers who raid the town of Providens , defied by a telekinetic scavenger, and a hastily assembled army of villagers.
Here’s what we know about The Innocents: an extreme sports star named Grace Stokes is stalked by women who attack her and talk about unlocking her potential in some sort of recruitment bid. Understandably confused, Grace questions them, but rather than reveal anything, they chide her unwillingness to open her eyes.
That’s a little unfair, given they haven’t really offered her anything to go on besides aggravated assault. We don’t know what the Innocents are, but they look like some kind of Watchers/Slayers-type outfit, with the instincts, powers and fighting chops one would expect a neo-Buffy to receive. This is all somehow connected to a lucky, lackadaisical businessman kidnapped by cryptic fellow with deep resources.
The dialogue’s solid, the pages are refreshingly thick with information, and the art by Bing Cansino shares a lot of good qualities with JG Jones, particularly under Ed Tadeo’s colors. But a book about a sky-diving fashion designer with psychic powers who’s reborn into a secret society ought to accomplish more in the first issue. This just reads like somebody’s conference room concept executed above the norm.
Brendan McGinley is a long-time writer for ComicBase. His comic favorites include anything featuring Grim Jack, Punisher, Guy Gardner, Green Lantern, or written buy Evan Dorkin, Grant Morrison, Alan Moore, Deadpool… and the list goes on. But he insists he is of discriminating tastes.