Page 45 Review by Jonathan
"Arzak! The Major! And Blueberry! They're all against me. Only John DiFool has left me alone. I hope he doesn't have it in for Jodorowsky..."
Haha. INSIDE MOEBIUS is precisely that as Jean Giraud takes himself, and us, on an inner journey through his soul desert, simply known as "Desert B", where he documents his final attempt to quit smoking weed once and for all, whilst being continually harangued by many of his creations such as Major Grubert of The Airtight Garage fame, but also the likes of Osama Bin Laden, all of whom seem determined to convince him to keep toking away.
Probably the worst offender he'll encounter in his attempt to defeat his recidivistic behaviour is his younger self, replete with flowing black, wavy hair and moustache. Plus ever-present spliff! As Moebius continues to rationalise his desires to knock off the pot, his characters talk about him disparagingly behind his back and, in the case of Jean Giraud Jr., to his face. Moebius Prime, meanwhile, continues to torture himself both existentially, and also artistically, as we see him grapple with his creative process on the likes of Blueberry.
And that, really, in a nutshell is it. If you are expecting fantastical megalopolis cityscapes and weird colourful alien worlds in the style of THE INCAL, you are likely to be disappointed. The backdrop for virtually all the conversations that take place is quite literally a barren desert. On the other hand it's a fantastic conceit for what is by turns insightful and hilarious biographical jaunt through the psyche of one of comics' greatest ever creators. In that respect, the psychodrama that unfolds is closer to the likes of (Jodorowsky's and) his MADWOMAN OF THE SACRED HEART. But it is all quite, quite real. At least inside Moebius..