The latest issue of “Super Human Resources” hits this week, buried in a slew of other new comics and under-ordered independent titles. This is a gem of a book, hence the buried metaphor.
This is the book for all those namby-pamby whiners complaining that comics just aren’t fun anymore. This one is. From the first panel, there’s visual jokes and heavy-handed, thinly-veiled references and digs to the worlds of comicdom intimately familiar to every fanboy and fangirl. After all, without knowing this universe that Tim, the temp at Super Crises International, inhabits, the metaphysical mitten just seems familiar, as does Limelight and the shrunken city Tim finds in the storage closet, regardless of the references they draw their inspiration from.
From Wombat’s pedophiliac references to younger males to the outsourcing most people in the United States can in some way relate to, this book has elements to offend every reader and even cause a few chuckles along the way. This book has been compared to “The Office,” but I challenge that rationale. While certain comparisons can be made, this title takes the humor to a couple different levels not usually found in episodes of “The Office.”
Bleep’s art is quirky and kinetic. His figures seem like a hastily made line of action figures flattened out and given life through the printed page. The characters, due to Bleep’s extreme style, take on a life of their own, frequently feeling like they’re in motion, regardless of the actual action on the page. In other instances, Bleep’s layouts make the book feel like a collapsed storyboard to an Adult Swim cartoon.
This series had me with the first advertising they did and the unusual cast of characters and foes, including the sentient electronics falling in league with the wannabe-world-conquering copier. It has really delivered an enjoyable, if inconsistently-shipped read. While I know firsthand that some local comic shops missed the boat on this series, rest assured that the series is going to be collected into a trade paperback in the next few months. Talk to your local comic shop proprietor now, get an order in and take some time to forget about it. Then, when the depths of “Blackest Secret Reign of Night” hits its completely anticlimactic crescendo this summer, you’ll be able to crack open a book that offers some humor, some fun and, oh yeah, some enjoyment. That’s what comics are supposed to be all about, right?