What do you get when you throw three murderers into one prison cell together? Well, when those characters happen to be based on the likenesses of celebrities Frank Vincent (Goodfellas, Raging Bull, The Sopranos), Marky Ramone (formerly of The Ramones) and Brea Grant (Heroes, Dexter), you can bet that the outcome will be anything but ordinary. From the creator of IDW's hit series Crawl to Me (now in development to become a feature film), comes Alan Robert's Killogy, an off-the-wall, genre-busting mash-up of crime, dark comedy, and horror.
I don't like to give one-star reviews. There's a lot of time and effort that goes into every book, and I try to respect that. But some things manage to be so offensively bad that a one star review is warranted. This is one of those books. I didn't have the highest expectations going in - when the book's tag lines focus on how the characters are based on real life "celebrities," warning bells start ringing. But I pressed on and read through one of the ugliest stories I've seen in a long time, both art-wise and, story-wise. It's somewhat of an anthology title, tying the stories of three prisoners into a too-neat knot of destiny (it's so unbelievably facile in its logic that the characters even remark on unbelievable the plot is) as three prisoners share their past few days' events while under attack by zombie police. The language is over-the-top, and I usually let that slide but this goes too far for no good reason. The individual stories are just stupid (zombie heads that float around because...? Stealing baseballs? a lovers quarrel ended by a piece of jewelry?), and the art is unpleasant throughout; the shadows and inks are overwhelming and the color choices muted for the most part. The primary characters are all horrible people doing terrible things, and the ending... just when I thought it couldn't get worse, it did. It ends with 'The End?' and my response was OH PLEASE let this be the end of it. No one deserves to sit through more. Maybe I've just lost my taste for schlocky horror and gangster bravado. I'm definitely not the target audience. But I can't think of a single person I would recommend this to. I'm morbidly curious to see what else the author wrote that made someone think this story was justified in its existence. But life's too short to dig up that kind of self-torture.