What happens when a violent career criminal is gunned down and a crop of marijuana is grown on the spot where he died? You get weed that’s infused with his revenge-crazed spirit that possesses anyone who smokes it so he can use their body to get revenge on the people he thinks have wronged him!
Fans of screeching, blood-splattering, stomach-churning horror might be disappointed with Anna Byrne but what this issue gets right is the quiet horror, the feeling that the walls could be breathing and the tortuous buildup pulls you into the story like an anchor that drags you underwater.
The story did not start with needless exposition, and allowed events to dictate the narrative, rather than making it sentimental.
The writers deliver in the initial 1-5 pages with blood, gore and overall heart-pumping action. The environment is reminiscent of John Carpenter’s The Thing, albeit, with a much faster build-up.
It’s a space opera of cosmic horror, a story of a world-ending beat and the king that would defy it, a little comic we’ve called Hunt for the Solavore.
From cruel comedy to nihilistic dread; from ghastly dinner parties, to aquatic horrors, to rural bloodbaths, and all macabre stops in between; Green Inferno lives up to its central conceit: The World Celebrates Your Demise.
Through all of his pieces, Ito seems to be announcing, “Everyone, listen! There are no rules to creating content.” And isn’t that valuable to artists in the field? Isn’t that freeing? You can do whatever you want with the content. Make it heartfelt, make it weird, and, most importantly, make it true.