Fascinating as a critique of our culture’s obsession with both beauty and shortcuts. We want change, but we don’t want to work for it, and we don’t want to wait for it. We’re obsessed with it. We love/hate the beautiful people. We want to be the beautiful people. But we want that shallow, fleeting outward beauty that makes our heart beat faster at first glance. We want that processed, prepackaged fake unattainable bullshit that capitalism tries to sell as true and attainable. We want it, and we want it now, and we want it with the least work possible.
But in doing this we miss the real beauty that people have. The real beauty on the outside that doesn’t fit within what corporations are selling us. And the real beauty that you can’t see until you get close to someone and experience their lives and their passions.
Everyone talks like it’s a horror story. But it seems to me like an action-government-conspiracy suspense thriller. I know that’s not a genre, but I think that expresses what I mean. It’s more X-Files than Walking Dead.
That being said, it was a good story. A better X-Files story than the actual X-Files story I just read, actually.
But then, halfway through, enter Calaveras, and it was more like a Tarantino film.
But I liked it. I liked the story itself. And I liked the way it made me think. I hope there’s more. Because I was left wanting more resolution. It seemed to move to quickly and was missing some more exploration of the issue. And exploration of the characters.
Recommended to remind us of the limitations of our culture’s fascination with a beauty that is neither real nor true.
Thanks to NetGalley, Diamond Distributors, and Image Comics for a copy in return for an honest review.