NAMELESS No. 5, September 2015 |
Almost exclusively focusing upon the titular character’s overnight
stay at the eerily decorated home of a man “convinced to convert this place
into his very own torture palace” by the imprisoned lunatic’s spirit guide
Wodello, and the possessed anti-hero’s subsequent surprising mutilation of his
fellow residents. This fifth instalment in Grant Morrison’s supposed “first
real attempt at creating a horror comic” is certainly the “soul-destroying”
experience its Scottish playwright intended.
However whereas the “living legend in the field of
comics” undoubtedly meant for the sinister shenanigans portrayed within this “origin
story of the man known only as Nameless” to be the source of its readers’ sense
of despair and hopelessness. It is actually the Glasgow-born author’s own
incomprehensible narrative, packed full of unfollowable gobbledegook, which
generates such a strong feeling of bewilderment and gloom.
For whilst the occultist’s visit to Razor House proves to
initially be an enthralling, sinister and superbly shadowy journey into “a complex
mash of Polynesian and Mayan mythology.” Its storyline quickly transforms into
an unfathomable mess as Morrison sacrilegiously spouts that Jesus assembled his
dozen or so disciples because “it takes thirteen Human minds concentrating in unison
to approximate the computer power of a single outsider [extra-terrestrial] brain", and Paul “Big
Daddy” Darius convinces Nameless, along with Major Ed Merritt, Nadia Korenyov,
Salem Sime and others, that by blowing a whistle and sitting in front of a “hunk
of iron, nickel, palladium, iridium and other trace elements” they can summon
God; or rather a trapped “sadistic psychopathic monster” which Mankind has
named God.
Such an incomprehensible plot would not necessarily be
such a complete mess however, if it weren’t for the counter-culturist’s insistence
of abruptly throwing this tale’s timeline all over the place, so that "Star Of Fear" depicts the
adventurer brutally murdering his fellow investigators in one panel,
falling through outer space in the next, and then having an injection at the
doctors in some surgery room straight afterwards..?
Fortunately this ‘trip’ to “the dark side of the
Qabalistic Tree of Life” is incredibly well-illustrated by Chris Burnham. “The
Number One New York Times Bestselling Artist of Batman Incorporated” seems,
somewhat disturbingly, especially good at depicting the insanely graphic dismemberment
which his fellow storyteller’s script apparently calls for, and despite all its
depravity and tastelessness, the American’s pencilling of a skinless Nameless
being slowly sliced by a storm of razor blades is a stunningly drawn sequence.
Words: Grant Morrison, Art: Chris Burnham, and Colors: Nathan Fairbairn |
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