April 24, 2016
A bit of a cheat this week, because there’s a lot of black panels. But this was born of design, not laziness. So, I’m not going to feel bad about it.
That said, I’m not sure the last line quite lands on this one. Needs a bit more punch.
PANEL 1: Tight shot on DWIGHT. He’s Bonito’s partner in crime (literally). He’s black, square jawed with a tightly shaved hair cut. He wears a motorcycle jacket with a plain white t-shirt beneath it. He’s sitting at a diner table, elbows on the table, hunched forwards slightly, occupying the left side of the panel.
DWIGHT: What now?
PANEL 2: Nothing but black.
BONITO (CAPTION): “Nothing. I don't know. Gotta think.”
PANEL 3: Nothing but black.
DWIGHT (CAPTION): “**Think**? My man, you did it. You killed him.”.
PANEL 4: Nothing but black.
DWIGHT (CAPTION): “We should be celebrating.”
PANEL 5: An odd angled shot, of a BROAD SHOULDERED MAN shooting a HANDSOME SURFER-LOOKING DUDE in a bedroom. The broad-shouldered man has bleach blonde hair and wears a Hawaiian shirt, boardshorts and flip flops. He grins as he shoots. The surfer dude, in his twenties, is in a wife beater and pyjama bottoms and is being blown backwards towards the bedroom wall.
PANEL 6: Nothing but black.
BONITO (CAPTION): “They took him from me, Dwight."
PANEL 7: Nothing but black.
BONITO (CAPTION): “They took my eyes."
PANEL 8: Nothing but black.
BONITO (CAPTION): “That shit's forever."
PANEL 9: A tight shot on BONITO. He’s latino, hair shaved around the sides, longer on top. A series of pockmarks on his left cheek break up what is otherwise a good looking face. He wears a preppy letters-style jacket and a black t-shirt along with a pair of aviator sunglasses. He’s sitting opposite Dwight in the diner booth and occupies the right side of the panel.
BONITO: We continue. Follow the trail. Right to the end.
BONITO: You in?
April 19, 2016
Just a quick reminder that Chum from ComixTribe is out next Wednesday (April 27th).
This slice of surf noir is from writer Ryan K Lindsay, artist Sami Kivela, colourist Mark Dale and letterer extraordinaire Nic J. Shaw.
This is another RKL book with me on the edits and it’s been a pleasure to see it develop and blossom into the beautiful book it became when this team came together. The sunsets, the blood and the sand all seep off the page. You’ll feel the heat reading this one.
“CHUM tells the story of Summer Stanwyck, a woman who feels trapped. She tends bar on the island she grew up on, the local cop is about to become her ex-husband, and she’s wasting time screwing the local reefer kingpin. But when a bag full of cash and drugs falls into her lap, she sees a way out… and anyone who gets in her way is shark bait.”
If that sounds like your bag then head on over to this link to get your hands on a digital ashcan of the book to tide (pun intended) you over until next Wednesday.
April 17, 2016
PANEL ONE: A panel of nothing but red, with a tiny bit of white in the lower right hand corner. Like someone hasn’t finished painting a blank canvas yet. Also this isn’t just any red. It’s blood red.
ELF CAPTION: “My biggest mistake?
ELF CAPTION: “I used MapQuest.”
PANEL TWO: CUT TO: a dark room and the silhouette of someone cloaked in shadow. Think of the setup when a ‘true crime’ show talks to someone who doesn’t want their identity known.
ELF: I was in a rush, eager to learn. I have a shitty sense of direction.
ELF: This is how I ended up at the South Pole.
PANEL THREE: CUT TO: a version of the original picture above, but a little tighter on the large figure, NOT SANTA, as he paints the white wall red. We can also see the SILVER BUCKET full of what looks like red paint. Belying this motion is a pair of REINDEER ANTLERS sticking out of the bucket too.
ELF CAPTION: “The crazy thing? They have a workshop there. They even make toys.”
ELF CAPTION: “But they don’t have a Santa.”
PANEL FOUR: CUT back to the dark room. The figure has leaned forward, breaking from the shadows and revealing itself to be a tiny elf-like creature (think Dobby from Harry Potter) dressed in a loose, ill-fitting Backstreet Boys t-shirt.
ELF: Whoever that guy is, it ain’t Santa.
PANEL FIVE: CUT TO: NOT SANTA, topless and facing us, a creepy sneer on his face. He’s painting over the panel itself, making it so half of the panel is obscured by red.
ELF CAPTION: “That poor reindeer”.
PANEL SIX: CUT TO: the dark room with the ELF in. He looks nervous and frightened. He leans forwards, his hands clasped together. A large hand (and arm) dressed in the traditional Santa garb reaches into panel and is placed on top of the ELF’s hands, comforting him.
VOICE (OFF): It's okay, little elf.
PANEL SEVEN: CUT TO: the painting scene. An arched door, like in the picture, opens slightly. We can see the ELF peering out from the crack, his face contorted in fear. The door itself has a bright red smear of paint across it.
VOICE CAPTION: “You have nothing left to fear.”
PANEL EIGHT: CUT TO: the dark room, and SANTA peering back at us/the elf, smiling warmly. This looks like our Santa. But, on his left cheek, there is the slightest hint of a spot of red paint/blood.
NOT SANTA: You're safe now.
PANEL NINE: Nothing but red.