Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Footprints on the Ceiling
After the awesomeness of our recent Serpent Queen and Sea of the Dead posts, you would think the June 1952 issue of Unknown Worlds #1 was a complete winner, right? Well, two out of three ain't bad, as THOIA harkens to a past themed event like "Stupidest Killers Weekends" with this, a tale so ludicrously plotted (10 pages for this?!), you might just think it's a winner after all. Yep-- another full issue up in ya!
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Nothing says terrible, nerve-shredding, black horror from the dark pits of the underworld than RED POLKA-DOTTED PAJAMAS!
Yeesh!
So the dead are afraid of the cops?
What this story REALLY needed was more panels with O'Flaherty shirtless! Am I right, ladies?
Ladies?
*crickets*
WHAT THIS BLOG NEEDS IS A CHAT BOX
So they have a salve that restores tissues to life and/or health, and they DON'T sell it to old rich people who would pay a fortune for jars of the stuff/the formula itself? They willingly go into show business thinking Nobody might recognize them?
I think that Logic, Reason, Common sense and Intelligence all got together and decided these guys were not worth bothering with.
Real Darwin award winners these two.
Just thought of it, why didn't the skeleton crew just break the glass of the sky light and get in? Were they afraid of getting cut?
Some of these plot holes are big enough for a zombie brigage to march through.
Alrighty then...
It looks to me like tha artwork improved in the last two pages. Maybe a different artist took over when the original one went insane from the script??
Screwball horror? I love that panel at the end of page five, the chase down the stairs with the hilarious comedy dog tucked under the main guy's arm. I like to imagine the whole scene at kinetic, under-cranked Keystone slapstick speed. I was certain this was going to be my favorite panel in the whole story till the attacking dog skeleton shouted "arrow" at what's-his-face on page ten. So awesome! That's one for the hall of fame, I think.
Oh god, the dog actually is saying "arrow!" ???
He is indeed. I figure it's a necessary component of invoking his Mortal Kombat fatality: he bites the guy's skeleton out of his clothing in gouts of disappearing blood before sashaying off across the top of the screen.
I think you mean "slashaying", Mr. C...
Come on, admit it. You all would pay good money to see "The Living Dead Trick Dog." O'Flaherty is no dummy.
Oh absolutely. Good money after bad!
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