Illustrated by Andrea Sorrentino & Dave Stewart.
The day you lose faith in God or science, you see true evil.
Such were the thrills, the mystery, the horror that I froze in the dead of the midnight.
Andrea Sorrentino brings Jeff Lemire’s character & world building to absolute heights. Gorgeously morbid, beautifully cold-blooded and enchantingly evil all wrapped in a mystery that spans the whole wide universe.
A priest time travelling the past and the future, an unspeakable horror that has escaped, murder and love, a trash collecting paranoiac, a barn in the country side, cowboys and sheriffs, sacrifice and blood all synch in perfect harmony to bring out this masterpiece.
Each page, each panel, each stroke of ink, color and text send frenzy emotions and disorienting nightmares to every fan who squeaks and shrieks in delight.
Red bleeds across pages to drown vast landscapes. The atmosphere is a wailing child born from a polygamy of ABC's Twin Peak, Netflix's Dark & first the season of HBO's True Detective.
Unfortunately the plot weakens, the plot armour strengthens, error and holes creep into this exquisite artwork, nothing is explained, nothing matters. Vague.
Still, I was so drawn to the characters. I was frightened yet curious about the Evil. I was in awe of the world. I was riding the timeline.
Was I losing my sanity?
I'm afraid, I was still sane.
I got lost and scared more than before because it looked like the comic I used to love doesn’t love me back anymore.
Shameless. Abrupt, haphazard and silly. Gideon Falls vomits at the end and keeps vomiting even after it’s dead.
It kills itself in its own madness, it becomes more demented, catches a malady and spreads it in the later half. Suicide. The nightmare that was once believable, the one being that scared me is stupid and confusing.
Gideon falls used my go to horror comic, that deranged devil, that skull of a goat I used to pray and whisper, all that blood and wine that I poured, all those nightmares that I survived.
Unfortunately it evolved into a cliched, predictable and absolutely rushed, uninspiring drama garlanded with buzzwords of horror and sci-fi.
Nevertheless, the journey was memorable and truly psychologically disturbing to the point that I was scared, my heart sweating profusely and was always looking at my window, my mirrors for that fucking smile.
That fucking smile.
Ankit.
February, 2022.