OVERALL 4/5-Very good
Vincenzo Bilof has a very obvious, utterly unashamed love for such horror masterworks as the splatterific Tales From the Crypt and there’s no better example of this than with Gravity Comics Massacre. While Japanese Werewolf Apocalypse was an homage to 80’s and 90’s Japanese grindhouse cinema, Gravity Comics is, simply put, a walk through the mind of a man who’s stayed up all night to watch the Tales From the Crypt Marathon with nothing but a bucket of fried chicken and a stack of notepads to jot down the worst bits.
Damien is a comic book store owner. He doesn’t like clothes, as he believes that they hinder him during the long work-hours that he puts into his comic book store, the only noteworthy sight in the worst town in Arizona. Damien loves his job; he has a magical pen given to him by the aliens who inspired Philip K. Dick’s early work, which he uses to draw his victims in order to realize their darkest fears. Damien should have been working for DC comics a long time ago, except the world has yet to acknowledge his genius. He still believes it’s only a matter of time before he rises to greatness. In the meantime, he occupies himself with helping his inhuman overlords map the human brain by providing them with large, quantifiable doses of terror.
The cover work by Justin Coons is grotesquely appropriate for the book’s subject matter, setting the tone just right for the reader. I can’t help but feel, however, that the book’s ending was too abrupt and strange for its own good. The ride getting there, however, was wholesome, gross fun.