Page 45 Review by Stephen
"You let people down. It's
who you are."
Drawn with such energy then coloured to sunshine perfection, this is packed with hundreds of visual background jokes. D'Israeli appears to have had the laugh of his life!
As to Willams, "Truly, we were on the road to random", I thought - utterly bananas! And it is. But scratch below the surface and so much makes sense and you wait until you encounter its heart.
Michael is a muppet. A divorced plumber with a son in school
he is perpetually late, increasingly broke, in debt to some thugs and in spite of a widow's peak of raggedy, receding hair he dreams of his chances with actress Scarlett Johansson.
Today he is late assisting his business partner with an octogenarian's crapper. The assistance in question is taking on the old biddy's verbal incontinence while Brian finally gets down to the plumbing. On his way he encounters said thugs and in the middle of negotiations a plane breaks down. Well, its engine goes boom. Then everything starts to change.
Well, every one. Everyone in the world experiences a transmogrification, reflecting their career, personality or self-esteem. One bloke turns into a dragon, a New York Yankees baseball player becomes a giant, thwacking off the top of the Empire State Building and turns out the American Chief of Staff is a Hawk. Even a taxi driver appears to have experienced an epiphany of sorts - calmness, satori, enlightenment. Instead of a know-it-all he's genuinely omniscient. If he was working in London, he might even drive south of the Thames.
Everyone except Michael, that is, who is freaking the fuck out and I seriously can't blame him.
For so long irresponsible, he now grows increasingly desperate about his young son's safety, last seen at school over the river on Manhattan island. As he struggles to get there a powerplay erupts between the American Vice-President who wants to amplify his superpower's superpowers and Dr Tara McDonald who is determined to find a cure. Dr McDonald doesn't appear to have manifested a preternatural ability but I can assure you she both has and does. And I'd keep an eye on the religious Vice President's aureole of demons and angels slogging it out round his bonce for supremacy.
I wouldn't call all these mutations "abilities" - some are most emphatically afflictions. The President, for example, has his thoughts made manifest while addressing the nation in actual, visible thoughtbubbles just like a comic and, oh my, how I love creators who really think about their medium of choice!
Another waterslide ride like Grant Morrison & Richard Case's DOOM PATROL, this is totally mental but you cannot stop and sure can't get off so you might as well sit back and adore the insane trajectory. Long before approaching its perfect finale you'll have realised how rich this really is.
Backtracking to the kick-off, D'Israeli delivers on the sweaty, weeping desperation department swiftly followed by the stooped head and sunken shoulders of a down-trodden man. Will this prove the making of him or the breaking off him?