Review: Welcome Back, Frank by Garth Ennis, Steve Dillon and Jimmy Palmietti

Ironically, some plot points and even characters from this run have been used/referenced in the Thomas Jane starrer – which just proves that inspite of having all the ingredients you won’t be able to make anything palatable if you lack vision. The producers/ writers/ directors of that awful film didnt have it. Garth does.
Revel at the delicious and hilarious portrayals of violence that would make Tarantino realise that his ketchup and prosthetics routines now remind us of the word ‘bore’ instead of ‘gore’.

The grim and often absurd humour that could inspire Christian Bale in his Patrick Bateman avatar, start quoting Ennis at his social gatherings instead of Ed Gain (Not the Maitre’d at Canal Bar, The serial killer, Wisconsin, in the 50’s)

The parallel plot lines which intersect like Woody Allen trying to give equal focus to his ensemble cast and a narrative that can be compared to The Dark Knight –  so intense and fun that even the plot-hole-seeking-champions-against-cinematic-liberties-activists would willingly allow themselves to reign in the need to start critiquing till the whole ride is over.

You ask why I really didnt delve much about the actual plot/characters/storyline of the book? Well for one, the editor asked me to avoid any spoilers, secondly you should read this review with the euphoria of a fan who has waited for years to see his favourite character, plagued by bad writing and art, finally reach his zenith under the able hands of one who was destined to be in charge.

Arsenal/Liverpool fans will understand a part of my emotions, Barcelona fans will understand completely…