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Jim Henson's Dark Crystal Creation Myths Trilogy s/c Box Set


Jim Henson's Dark Crystal Creation Myths Trilogy s/c Box Set Jim Henson's Dark Crystal Creation Myths Trilogy s/c Box Set

Jim Henson's Dark Crystal Creation Myths Trilogy s/c Box Set back

Brian Froud, Joshua Dysart, Matthew Dow Smith & Alex Sherman

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26.99

Page 45 Review by Stephen

All three softcovers in a sturdy slipcase, this shouldn't be confused with THE POWER OF THE DARK CRYSTAL three-piece series which, against all odds and prior history, we do have in stock and in depth. Never once before have we managed to acquire all three DARK CRYSTAL CREATION MYTHS for the shelves at the same time!

Five years ago, Tom wrote of volume one:

Has it really been thirty years since this beautiful fantasy first came to the cinema?

Brian Froud's designs for this film gave the story a weight the technical skill of the Jim Henson Co. couldn't carry alone. While in the film we see a dying world populated by mysterious characters, the world they inhabited was by far the most intriguing aspect the whole. Its ruined structures hinted at past prowess through the undergrowth, and a lot of thought went into what exactly they meant. The strange glyphs and diagrams carved into the buildings and stones weren't just throwaway aesthetic garnish, but based upon an understanding of the astronomical knowledge of this fictional world's tri-star system. Which if you remember from the film, orbited the planet Thra and "sung" to the Crystal deep in its bowels. This is symbolised by a series of concentric circles encasing an inverted triangle. From this emblem Henson & Co created not only a world, but a religion, a complex society. Then they destroyed it, leaving us with arcane hints in the fantastic dystopia of Thra."

In lieu of a review for volume two, I wrote (decidedly off-topic, feel free to ignore):

One of my many nicknames over the years was Gelflin. I know it's hard to believe these days, what with me looking like the sickly child of Uncle Fester and Nosferatu but with my ski-slope nose I was pretty once... after the artful application of much slap and kohl.

My primary pseudonym is Peter. It endures to this day in post-punk circles, possibly because it doesn't sound like a nickname. It was so prevalent in the '80s that even the closest of friends sometimes took ten years to realise that my real name was Beelzebub. Peter also owes itself to my ski-slope nose and consequent youthful demeanour: it was Peter as in Peter Pan.

"IT WAS NEVER YOUR NOSE: IT WAS YOUR OBLIVIOUS SELF-ABSORBTION, STEPHEN!"

Shut up.

Other nicknames have included Jimmy Dean (must be pronounced in a broad Glaswegian accent), "boss" (no one has actually ever regarded me as their boss - it was pure mockery on Tom's part) and, when my mother is so often infuriated with me, it's Herbert Henry Arthur George.

You have to really bellow that one.

All the above is true.

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