If you don’t pick up issue 3 of this comic and piss yourself laughing at the first page because of the sheer insane audacity of it then you’re dead from the scalp down. I’m not going to spoil this page, but it’s a fantastic page that leads into a glorious issue of a comic that’s increasingly enjoyable.
In fact there’s so many enjoyable, if somewhat mental, scenes in this issue that it’s hard to describe it but needless to say the story of Nathan T. Rex trying to make President’s Day, (his ultimate horror film), which includes another scene which is, err, uplifting….
Spears manages to juggle utterly ridiculous nonsense (albeit glorious ridiculous nonsense) with sheer horror and then drags it over to farce.
In fact it leaves farce behind itself and jumps headlong into a sort of Alan Ayckbourn comedy but with more gore and drugs than you can shake a pair of unfeasibly large testicles at.
The Auteur is an insane comic, and I mean this in the most complimentary way. It really is like nothing you’ve read in a modern mainstream comic. Yes, there’s influence from Underground Comix but it’s filtered down in a way that modern audiences (or indeed, older ones like me) will find it original in a rather bloody twisted way. It’s going to be a hard job to top this issue.