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Lyceum #1
posted January 11, 2006
 

Creators: Various
Publishing Information: Hunter Productions, $2.95
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Hey, here's a new trend: comics produced by groups in an arts-organization manner. The few groups I've heard of remind me of theater companies: L'Association in France, with their general artistic excellence and artists doing outside work to funnel money back into the group, remind me of a Remains or Steppenwolf. Seattle's Labor of Love, with work of wildly divergent quality and professional exterior, reminds me of those solidly-managed theater companies in most major cities that manage to stay alive for more than a few months for long, if not ever profitable, runs.

Hunter Productions' Lyceum "movement," based in central Ohio, reminds me of, well, a theater company based in central Ohio. This isn't a bad thing in and of itself, and banding together makes all sorts of sense to share costs, labor, and to make cartooning, arts' loneliest profession, a little more socially enjoyable.

The reason I've talked like this for two paragraphs is because I have very little to say about the comic, an amateurish effort that advertises a mix "from gothic/industrial vampires to Christian super-heroes." The art is so rough and the stories themselves so steeped in genre cliches that I'm not sure if any of it is even promising. Having said that, I think I like Bob Corby's "Mr. Flower Pot" best of them all, if only because it looks like he's mixing his media via the computer (if that's not how you placed that flower on the page, Mr. Corby, I apologize), and his story is fable-like instead of pulp-like. In addition, the artist doing the vampire story "Thirst" seems to have a penchant for mixing up his page design, although that's something one often sees from a beginning artist uncomfortable with how comics work and flow. I hope I'm wrong.

All in all, not enough to buy a ticket, I'm afraid.

This review was written in the late 1990s as part of a then-ongoing freelance gig; I apologize if it reads oddly or seems incomplete.