Giant Robot Warriorsby Adrienne RappaportReviews may contain information that could be considered 'spoilers'. Readers should proceed at their own risk. Publisher
Credits Grade: 8 When I first opened this book, my eyeballs went Woah. Kelly's art is dense. It's beyond dense. There's so much going on in each given panel with in his line work and stylization that at first my eyes hurt. I couldn't keep up and felt overwhelmed.Seven pages later I was so engrossed in the story that I no longer even noticed. And I think Kelly's style is so unique that it does take a few pages to get used to the feel of it. Even now I'm less confused by the first pages, visually, than I was when I first read them. I flip through and I can see things I didn't see before — facial expressions and body language. The story is hee-fucking-larious. Laugh out loud, cry your eyes, God-I-wish-I-had-thought-of-that funny. There are moments of delightful dialogue, and on top of that, the story itself is so painfully true. Mind you, gentle readers, this may not be a story for any Right-Wing Republicans and/or Bush lovers who have no sense of humor. The ending is, admits the author, more timely for the just-post-9/11 period in which he wrote it, than the darker times we experience now. Many stories are a reflection of the period in which they were written. With Giant Robot Warriors, I find myself looking back to that time when everyone in Manhattan actually cared whether their neighbors had made it home safely each night, and there was a feeling that we, as a country, could actually stand up together and do something positive, and I have to smile. Besides — it's got robots and a sardonic view of our current politics. How can you go wrong? Written: January 29, 2004
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