greekst

September 1, 2009 4:04 pm yes people will not read this :sadeyes:

August 31, 2009 6:18 pm greek street is not bad!

August 7, 2009 5:32 pm sure. twice. really.

August 7, 2009 5:32 pm yep yep yep

August 4, 2009 7:17 am

first issuee was great!

 

July 20, 2009 8:50 pm It ll be perfect read, as last issue.

July 7, 2009 5:15 am Mr. Milligan never talk with people. I did it for my taste. And yours bad taste.

July 6, 2009 6:22 pm 1 can't love it. I'm returning for now but i don't think i ll be happy with new harry potter

July 6, 2009 5:10 am I want to say Batman Confidential 31 is a good issue like this and when you read them together, amazing pure Batman week for me.

July 6, 2009 4:32 am Greek Street #1 (DC/Vertigo): Davide Gianfelice, whose already strong pencils delighted in Brian Wood’s Northlanders, gives us something with more of an Eduardo Risso influence here. Gianfelice is a versatile guy, able to draw Vikings, crime figures, and even cars correctly. It’s nice to see a Mercedes look just like a Mercedes and not a melted turd. Not only does the book simply look gorgeous, but Peter Milligan dives right into the story. There are a couple of rough spots that I’ll gripe about. I know it’s meant to play this way, but I have a hard time accepting exposition that feels so out of place and unnatural. I mean, any stripper who says “Medea and Agamemnon are still playing at the temple of Dionysius” raises my skeptical eyebrow. Along those lines, ultimately we find out that the following “typos” are intended as written word, done deliberately to emphasize the education level of the speaker: “handel,” “coudnt,” “don’t,” “your” instead of “you’re,” “youd,” “whats,” and “tho.” However, the problem is that we’re not told this is meant to be written word for quite a few pages, it initially reads like internal monologue. And… I don’t know about you, but when I talk to myself it’s usually spelled right. Without knowing the intention up front, it’s highly annoying and distracting; it pushed me out of the narrative and I kept flipping back to try and figure out what the hell was going on. There’s another outright typo: “You mean your macho uncle felt so sorry for he gave me a job?” with a missing “me.” Though the book is not without flaws, I really enjoyed it because it doesn’t shy away from taboo subjects, once the stripper scene is over there is absolutely no exposition, and I really have no idea where it’s going, and that’s saying something. It’s nice to read something different that isn’t predictable or someone’s retread version of property “x.” It may be too early to call, but I feel like this could have the legs to be the next 100 Bullets in the Vertigo stable. Overall, a great package with 40 pages for a mere buck, and well placed house ads for the new Vertigo Crime line. Grade A.