In what I venture to call irony, after shipping over a rough draft of my script, Will, who’d already seen the movie in question informed me, who had not, the true fate of John. I am, perhaps again ironically, less inclined to watch it.
As brushed over in the comic proper, the MPAA rating administration is a glorified spoiler machine. How do you expect me to enjoy my cinematic sex, gore, and drug use if I’m anticipating it. I was going into Requiem imagining a beautiful dreamscape inhabited by a frolicking Jared Leto and Jennifer Connelly, and then those rat-bastards dashed my fantasy.
Will doesn’t blog anymore, but I have a quote from our email chain:
“I like this comic. It’s true my woman looks bad, but If I keep practicing I can one day draw a girl.”
Perhaps, he will one day remember how to draw in color, too. I tried to remind him in the bonus panel.