Along the dusty road and the dreary gray town America, including the skeletons of buffalo, crows and solitary dense clouds such as bags of flour, runs a company truck driver Mesmo Delivery, where the load must NEVER be open: right? Driving the truck is a former professional boxer, as a big brown bear before going into hibernation, with a Capellino paste it into your head that's the long greasy hair to his forehead: beside him, watching the spectacle of desolation has front of him, singing in the background one of the songs of Elvis, there Sangrecco: Elvis he knows quite well, is one of his doubles, but do not tell him. Because he would tell you that it's better than Elvis. The long white whiskers, climbing along its face are dug there to prove it. The hours at the wheel and bend back mood also Sangrecco not driving: Do not have a license, he, therefore, best to take advantage of the first snack bar for a piss and maybe to put something under your teeth. In the depressing reality of each of the characters and sticky, the only escape is the rage: a anger daughter of boredom and frustration. Dog eat dog who bites it first has a better chance of survival without regard for anyone. Rufus, boxer failed to move the boards like a zombie, only by force of inertia, supported only by the past, the glory that was and that was close today, a reminder that we do not want to go, indeed, pressed under the skin in search of redemption ("Tiriti up Critino!"). And it is this urge to not feel defeated by a life that leads him to agree to come to blows with a psychopath in place of a hand, was made to mount a giant fist, "as one of the cartoons." The natural course of events leads to an escalation flesh and blood, of madness and murderous hatred.
Mesmo Delivery, debut author Brazilian Rafael Grampa , does not stand out, let's face it, originality or story particularly striking but this comic can keep the paste reader to the page. Technically flawless, the work of Grampa is strong influence of the underground world of the '80s, Corben and all Crumb, without of course forgetting the lessons given by Miller in his Sin City, but not limited to: Lansdale you breathe in these parts, Tarantino may be the next station service. Grampa has a narrative mechanism that leads to a deconstruction of the page scompozione cartoons, rich in detail and signs, dirty bastards, up to capacity. The emotional impact of the sign that goes beyond the purely technical to a history of average quality: the plates are moving with the same syncopated and springy step of Elvis Presley. The strength of Grampa is just to pour into the story his whole soul, to speak with the face of those who look like us, that it will not be pretty, but at least sincere. The inability to have an audience for the art of Sangrecco raises comparisons with art by the same author in a game hidden di rimandi: eppure ho la certezza che di questo autore, di Sangrecco, della Mesmo Delivery e dei suoi carichi che non vanno MAI aperti, ne risentiremo parlare presto e allora sì che il pubblico ci sarà. E in massa. E allora sì che sarà un vero bagno di sangue.
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