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Mechaboys


Mechaboys Mechaboys

Mechaboys back

James Kochalka

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Page 45 Review by Jonathan

"I'm sorry, Zachery."
"Don't call me that. My name is Zeus now. I told you to call me Zeus."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, Zeus. But in this part Spider-Man is just about to..."
"WHAT?! Spider-Manchild. You should read a comic about ME. I'm the damn Thunder God. I mean, listen. Who owns Spider-Man?"
"Well, Disney owns Marvel, but Sony owns the..."
"Exactly. No one owns ME."
"Well no one owns me either, Zachery."
"Bullsugar. Spider-Man owns you. Now stop being a slave to your corporate overlords and help me take apart your dead dad's stupid lawnmower."

Haha, there's a great reprise of this conversation later on where Zachery, sorry Zeus, takes Jamie's collection of Marvel and DC comics - "all corporate crap" - as he kindly refers to them, and... well... I'm not going to spoil that little scene for you, but suffice to say, it had me giggling for a good few minutes.

I should explain they're taking apart Jamie's late father's lawnmower to build a 'mecha battle suit'. To their great surprise, as much as anyone else's, they succeed, which is where the chaos really begins. Bullied at school by the jocks and ignored by the girls, they hatch a crackpot scheme to crash a keg party in the woods and astound everyone with their cool armour.

I probably needn't add it goes badly wrong, particularly for Zachery. Sorry! Zeus. Soon, he's heading well and truly for the dark side with a plan to crash the forthcoming prom and annihilate everyone. Just one teeny-weeny problem, he's in traction and needs Jamie to carry out his dastardly plan. Jamie, having managed to sneak in his first kiss at the party before it all kicked off, just kind of likes the idea of going and having a dance, maybe squeezing in a bit more romancing. And then there's Mr. B, the recently fired teacher covertly stalking our duo. How does he figure into all this?!

Ah, there's so much delightfully ridiculous humour going on in this work, which is like a glorious mash-up of many a high school movie, with added mecha battle suit, of course. I've not even touched upon the trio of ladies who Jamie has the hots for. They're equally nutty in their own right, most uproariously in a scene that manages to reference the Bechdel-Wallace test before ending in a rather politically incorrect manner.

But, before you think Kochalka is having a sly dig at Alison Bechdel, I must add she's one of the big names pullquoted on the inside front French flap lauding James as her 'autobiographical icon'. Frank Miller, meanwhile, states of James "He brings the joy back to comics" and I really can't argue with that. Quite the incongruous pair, there, Alison and Frank! But Kochalka has his ardent comics fans and for me, the former cartoonist laureate of Vermont has made a triumphant return with his finest work since MONKEY VS. ROBOT and the original run of SUPERF*CKERS.

Art-wise, James seemingly hasn't changed his style one iota since he began either. He still looks like he effortlessly dashes his creations off with a sharpie. I'm sure it's nowhere near as straightforward as that but I admire the seeming economy of effort and big fat chunky line that he employs. There might not be a surfeit of detail, but it's all placed to perfection. Here, I continually found myself shaking my head at Zeus' resplendent bumfluff. All six tufts of it!

Long-term Kolchalka devotees will adore this return to top form and for anyone looking to try something new that is, in its own way, as delightful daft and titter-worthy a parody of and homage to school days and all that attendant angst, as John Allison's BAD MACHINERY, why not give this a try? Now, if I could just get Teenage Dirtbag by Weezer out of my head...

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