Critique of
Ben Saint's
"The Vapors (Chapter 1)"
Usually when I'm writing these reviews, I'm taken out. Something in the work takes me out enough to open a notepad and start scribbling editor type notes, a misplaced panel here, "interesting" art choices, etc, etc. But with Ben Saint's "The Vapors" that didn't happen, I went from cover to cover of chapter 1 without taking a note and that says something about the quality of work on display here.
The penciling and inking is spot on, I like the use of patterns as shading, it's so dark and black, inking this must be murder, especially when it goes to the meta stuff with change of ink styles with the female protagonist's art work. Art wise The Vapors, for what it is and what intends to do, is unassailable.
The art, is unassailable. The dialogue and textual work isn't.
For example: "Be nice to meet more like-minded people"
It's sounds natural, but the thing about natural sounding dialogue is that it doesn't read well "It'd be nice to..." while more "proper" doesn't take you out of the comic wondering what the male protagonist is saying. Sometimes literary protagonist's are going to be more proper than reality, its okay.
Also when the concept of rating the bodies of people by the male protagonist's come in, there isn't any barometer of what these numbers mean. Yes we are shown a gaming screen with the same scale of points being used, but in the game it denotes "Damage" and "Time", not something like "Performance" or maybe even just "Rating" which would give contextual continuity when the protagonists starts using points to rate human beings.
All the high-points occur when Mr. Saint focuses on non-dialog story telling, using the comic medium to its full potential. Sometimes I see to many comics that are talking heads and massive dialogue, this isn't it and should be commended.
"The Vapors'" chapter one unfortunately doesn't serve as a good pilot for an on-going concern. There is nothing that's compelling me to read Chapter Two. All the questions seemed answered already, "these wretched little people live wretched little lives" that's it. In screenwriting terms, there is no inciting incident. These two live perfectly comfortable damaged lives, with nothing (yet) to disturb their balance. A forced move perhaps, maybe a roommate that forces himself upon them.
There's Zim and GIR here, but no Dib.