Not a lot to do with Hong Kong. A lot to do with pussy.
Mostly to do with the Camp X-Ray that is the history of US comics from the mid
1950s until fairly recently.
The historical allusions start on page 2. The EC
horror comics that were so reviled by Estes Kefauver's investigation committee
are revisited yet again from our side of the Comics Code divide. Instead of the
Crypt Keeper or the Old Witch hosting the narrative corruption, here it's the
Crack Whore in irony overdrive and no knickers, luring kiddies to her Dungeon
of Depravity, enticing them to take a toke of 'that crack' and witness a world
of perversion, promising "this
time, I'm gonna make ya bleed".
I've lost count of the times such material
has been reheated in pop culture, let alone the comics small press. Given this
saturation, the most practical option is, while retaining all the classic lugubrious
brio and flourish, to crank up the intensity to the point of near unintelligibility.
And that's what we get here: a jokey fantasia of autoeroticism where wank and
wank fantasy fuse, story unravelling as body parts merge with each other and
almost every other line seems about to turn into an orifice.
There are some tips of the spunk-encrusted member
to more recent comic inventions, such as Chris Ware's gigantic lettering: pages
3 to 5 could more or less be summarised graphically as FUCK YOUR SELF STUPID,
CUNT FACE, FUCK FUCK FUCK, WANK WANK FUCK, COME. However the main target is the
madness of porn.
In a sense, it's a testament
to the enduring quality of the taboos enshrined in the Comics
Code, even now
when the Code itself is pretty much moribund, that little comics like this can
need to exist. It suffers the problem of all transgression - its impact is reliant
on the power of the taboo it flouts. However, since sex taboos have disfigured
comics and comics publishing for so long, it's not as though there's no starting
point at all.
What else could be bad about this comic?
Illustratively, its rendering puts it a little on the wimpy side. The Crack
face, for example, might be a mess of repugnant shit but Pussy's pissy little
hatched lines don't really show or tell it. That's fixable, but it'll be ZUM!'s
Pussy#2 review that sees it.