Saturday, July 17, 2010

It's a crash course for the ravers...



Just saw this at Down The Tubes and started thinking: how come Grant Morrison and Alan Moore can talk at length about necking loads of psychedelics, performing magick rituals, then meeting and communicating with gods, and still get taken very seriously indeed; while poor old Barry Windsor Smith slips one alien abduction anecdote out and gets roundly pilloried? 

2 comments:

Laughing Indio said...

Moore and Morrison are the Sacred cows of British comics and people saying "Wow man, their brains work on a higher level to the rest of ours!" and making a film about it just plays into these fanboy myths.
Morrison is just inhaling Moores trail of Ganja smoke then riffing about it on his keyboard and has been for years and Im fairly certain Moores going to turn round at some future point and tell us he made it all up and that the jokes on us!

Mark Kardwell said...

Yup. Theres a problem that exists in comics journalism and criticism: the ongoing subtext that Anglophone comics is this delicate flower on the verge of extinction, so treat it gently, dont investigate it too vigorously, you might kill it. Bollocks to that.