Stray Bullets: The Killers #1 Review

Stray Bullets is a comic book that affects you. I remember reading the collections back in the day and being struck by their honesty, violence and bleak outlook. Bad things happen in these comics. Really bad things. There's a brutal sense of futility and sadness on on these pages, something realistic in a horrific way. If you haven't read Stray Bullets before, you are in for a treat, and by “treat” I mean crushing despair and dread.

What makes Stray Bullets work so damn well is how real it feels. It builds a world of believable characters and lives. David Lapham gives you deeply flawed characters who are searching for a comfort they will never find. Only darkness awaits them. Lapham keeps things grounded, giving you deaths and violence that feel uncomfortably real. There are moments that make you squirm, moments of sick sexual desires and violent, painful deaths.

If you've read Stray Bullets before, you know what to expect in the art department. Lapham's gorgeous black and white style is as amazing as ever. He draws characters that look really and flawed. It's part of what makes this comic so believable and so painful. He paces it wonderfully, too. The 32 pages of story we get here feel even longer in a good way. You get sucked in. We don't get many comics like this and when we do it should be celebrated. Thanks for bringing back Stray Bullets, David Lapham.

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