The Seasons #8 // Review
Spring is finaly attacking the clowns. She had been afraid of them for so long. And now she isn't. There are a few reasons why. But the important thing is that they're not really a threat to her. Not now that she's been able to take up arms against them. There are going to be other difficulties, though, as she is soon to find out in The Seasons #8. Writer Rick Remender continues a pleasantly strange fantasy horror journey with artst Paul Azaceta and colorist Matheus Lopes. It's a major turning point in the series that seems to have picked up quite a bit of momentum in the the turning.
Elsewhere, Winter is at a gallery. There have been those who have been assembled to take a look at her most recent work. They hate it, of course. And she feels miserable about it. There was a well dressed gentleman who approaches her about the situation. And he's offering her an opportunity for something greater. He’s offering her the opportunity to be recognized for the true genius of her work. All she has to do is look in the mirror. Of course, much of the rest of her family has looked in similar mirrors. And they've all been captivated by what they seen. Captivated and captured.
Remender is telling a story with a very familiar form to it. There are very familiar aspects to everything that is embedded in the fantasy of what he's delivering to the page. However, there are interesting, a little deviations and mutations in the face of the tropes. And those deviations and mutations are exactly what it is that makes the. Season Sisters who they are. So at the heart of it is really more of a family drama than anything. And it's a really well rendered one.
Azaceta and Lopes raise the page with a murky Comet shadowy look at horror fantasy. It's all very classy in its own way. There isn't anything that's glaringly obvious in the way of blood or guts or demonic activity. But it's all very clearly there. The garage dreams of individuals and what it is that they're looking for. Everybody wants something. There's a Merkis of the ink. The garishness of the colors. It all seems to be coming from a place of twisted dream. All very familiar. Nothing overly surreal in any kind of a powerful or stunning way. But it's all there and it all feels just a little unsettling. Quite like the script, in fact.
The Remender and company are bringing everything to the page feels very fluid. There isn't the kind of primal essence of everything that could have come from a group of four sisters with four different personalities that are all very fantastically distinct in their individual identities. It's more messy than that. But it would tend to be. It would be interesting to see Remender attempt a more iconic and simplistic approach to a story between these four sisters. Maybe a prequel or something like that that would really establish the basic identities outside of the rush of this particular plot.
