After a conference call with Terry Garrett about redesigning our website, I drove down into the Beast to specifically get comp tickets to the sneak of Frank Miller's 300. When I got to Samurai Comics and walked in, the place was deserted and I felt good. "Sorry," Ray San Felipe told me, nodding his head, "the tickets were gone in nine minutes." Bummed, I asked Mr. San Felipe if the 20% off any Frank Miller product was still good and he informed me it was.
As I casually shopped, the phone kept ringing and he kept saying the same thing: "Nope, they were gone in nine minutes." Same with the door. Dad comes in with kid. "Nope. They were gone in nine minutes." Every five minutes, same thing.
So I bought the graphic novel of 300 (normally $30, but $6 off with deal). I also got Sin City; The Big, Fat Kill; Batman: The Dark Knight Strikes Again,and then branched out and got Cowboys & Aliens, The Dark Tower, Ghost Rider, Wolverine Origins, Sgt. Rock: The Prophecy, Desperadoes: Buffalo Dreams, Justice, Bone, Aspen Seasons Fall 2005, and, ahem, Lost Girls. Wrecked $226 but it's research I tell you. If we're going to succeed in this genre it's because we know the market.
Brought it all back to the office, plopped it on my desk and took a gander. Frank Miller is very good. Classic story and the art is epic and sprawling and bold. No wonder it's going to be a movie. A big movie. With no stars. All CG comics come to life.
At 4:30 it came time to do my six sketches and I just naturally oozed towards all of the graphic art I had just devoured. Here's my Frank Miller rip-off, I mean homage—filtered through the main character in the Top Secret Project, of course. And the second page is how our project would play if it were done pure Yaoi:
Now do you understand why my mother wasn't real thrilled with my cartoon career?
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