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286 “Latter Days 21: Chasing YHWH V: The Final Page”

287 “Latter Days 22: Chasing YHWH VI: The Final Flower”

More of the same. There’s a couple pages of panel discussing Cerebus getting fat and exercising. I think he says he’s only 46, which completely throws off the calendar, cuz I thought it was year 60 something of the new regime that he met K. Not that I care enough to try to find out.

OH THANK GOD IT’S OVER. It IS over, right? Right? I’m afraid to pick up the next issue to find out.

Anyone who touts this as art or whatever is just as pretentious a twaddle-nose as Sim.

282 “Latter Days 17: Chasing YHWH”

283 “Latter Days 18: Still Chasing YHWH”

I’ll be honest, I can’t even bring myself to read it all. We’re back to copious amounts of prose and a few panels here and there. And it’s juts completely insipid and boring. Who gives a fuck what some moron like Cerebus and Woody Allen have to say about the Torah?

Look, even the Cerebus Wiki people didn’t read it – here’s their summation of #283: Cerebus continues his reading of the Torah. Konigsberg seeks mental help. Cerebus talks about Sodom and Gomorrah.

See you next week. Promise, I’ll be here. Will you?

280 “Latter Days 15: In The Beginning”

281 “Latter Days 16: And It Came to Passe”

Sixty-Eight years since Cerebus took over, he meets Konigsberg, the not so good Samaritan. (Oy.) Konigsberg looks like Woody Allen. (AUGH I’m so tired of the constant, stupid, pointless “Tributes”.)

Years pass; Cerebus and Konigsberg discuss and debate the Torah. Cerebus tears out part of one page at one point. He decides that the name of God is Yoohwhoo (yoo hoo!)

Konigsberg is a student of Dr. Fraud. (Easy joke there.)

Meh.

Oh, dear God. I get the feeling nothing happens during the entirety of Guys, does it?

So, in this issue… oh, fuck, it doesn’t matter. Nothing happens and it’s stupid. (Oh, we finally see Prince Keef.)

Many of the characters in the tavern are parodies of characters from other independent comics. Still doesn’t make it any more entertaining.

Cerebus has a drunk dream where Bacchus and Rich Veitch fight over his soul and then Veitch rattles off about dreams and riddles and other stupid shit.

Lame.

An issue totally devoid of dialogue, Cerebus is in the tower and keeps running into faces (the tower is made of the faces) that remind him of Weishaupt (b/c they look like him), and he keeps hurting himself/getting hurt.

Yeah, that’s it. I would not have been a happy camper paying $1.70 for this issue.

What a complete waste of a comic. Three short stories, two completely pointless.

The first, “Writing”, Cerebus walks into a tavern, gets a cup of ale or whatever, and proceeds to write his book about his time as Prime Minister. At the next table over, a big galoot is loudly talking about some story (which is mildly amusing), ends up spilling Cerebus’ drink, and Cerebus beats him up. That’s it. No fucking point whatsoever, other than to establish that Cerebus is writing his memoirs, maybe.

The second is a cross over with “Elfquest”. It’s like four pages, and there’s no value to it whatsoever. Lame.

The third, somewhat longer, “The Insecure Sinecure”, Cerebus is elsewhere, writing more, and a young, recently important, man and his toadies are trying to tie their fortunes to Cerebus. It’s really just pointless.