Page 45 Review by Jonathan
Hey handsome. You drinking alone?
I know who you are.
Oh yeah? Who am I?
Youre Elyse Saint-Michel. You write for Chance Magazine. You spent six months riding with the Savage Nomads for a story about black biker gangs. You once snuck onto Henry Kissingers yacht disguised as a cleaning lady.
Yeah, well, Im through stunt reporting. Ive been following a story about the heroin epidemic for over a year now. Ive got dirt on high-level officials in the DEA and the NYPD. When this story gets printed, the mayors gonna shit out of his dick-hole.
She has a way with words, our Elyse, and she loves her hard liquor. She also happens to have struck up a conversation in this particular divebar with Flashback, a hippie hitman with a huge Afro working for one of the very heroin dealers shes trying to expose, the dapper art aficionado Mister Dog. Meanwhile, Flashbacks partner Shephard has fallen hard in love with a girl he just met at a strip joint, and wants out. Shame she happens to be an undercover cop.
Yes... I dont think it takes any great stretch of imagination to see this semi-farcical crime caper set in the seedy side of 1975 New York City is going to end dramatically. The bullets are going to fly every which way. The only question is who is going to be left standing, or at least crawling mortally wounded along the floor...
Its a curious mix stylistically, like Jim Ruggs AFRODISIAC mashed up with Brubaker and Phillips CRIMINAL, for make no mistake this is a highly entertaining, violent crime yarn. Its just one that cant be taken remotely seriously, partly also, I suppose, due to Anya Davidsons art style which I found a bit reminiscent of both Jeffrey A MATTER OF LIFE Brown and Noah FANTE BUKOWSKI Van Sciver! It does definitely capture the crazy vibe of classic 70s flicks like DIRTY HARRY, though, and actually, the more I think about it, the crazy patter of the hitmen makes me think of the brilliant BULLET TO THE HEAD penned by Matz that was somehow sadly strangulated into a truly turgid film.
This is exactly the sort of off-the wall-material and creator (apparently Anya Davidson draws comics in the attic of a derelict building full of racoons on Chicago's South Side if her website is to be believed, and frankly I see no reason why not) that Retrofit and Big Planet Comics specialise in championing, and which, thanks to our friends at Avery Hill, we now have ready access to. Well done all around.