It's the Day's Day of Days! Because the Hello.
I'd have to admit, that got a chuckle out of me. Sure, it was the uncomfortable sort that a lot of 1980s sex comedies get in their goodish bits, but it was a chuckle. Muir used to have at least one decentish comedy strip a year. That's fallen off of late. I actually have a theory why we're seeing this now--hell, why we're seeing this entire plotline now, but I think I'll explain that tomorrow.
Or this will take a veer to the horrific, and I will push it into the future. Let's wait and see.
This would be a perhaps rare instance of the guy involved NOT lamenting what cannot be.
ReplyDeleteUnless he’s suicidal and has decided that’s how he wants to go out.
Part of what makes it kind of work, really.
DeleteThat and the quiet response from the Twins. It's as close to subtle as Muir's gotten in the last... hell, decade at this point. And of course, he immediately quares thing in the next strip. Because he's become so self-poisoned on these matters that stupid sex comedy winds up being something that he feels he must make Profound Statements About Wimmen during.
DeleteI used to be morbidly fascinated by Dave Sim’s Profound Statements About Wimmen. But Muir somehow manages to make those look slightly less daffy by comparison. Which is REALLY saying something. Especially since in Sim’s case we’re talking about a guy who’s essentially made up his own religious faith and thinks God deliberately crafted male genitalia to resemble the shape of an upside-down woman.
The thing about Sim was, even in his most degenerated state, he was still technically skilled, and he still had flashes of narrative competence. I recall a virtual stand-alone issue of Cerebus in its second-to-last arc where Cerebus becomes very fond of a sort of local soccer equivalent and faces off against another play for years, never managing to beat him, until the guy dies of old age, to Cerebus' great disappointment.
DeleteMuir's never had anything close to that level artistry. Hell, he's never even tried to have that, with his handful of artistic experiments being weird , clumsy misfires with nowhere near that ambition.