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JM Cozzoli

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Comic Book Review: Constantine 1
The Price We Pay


constantine issue one, the new 52
Zombos Says: Very Good

After a few hundred issues bollocksing about in Hellblazer, DC reboots a New 52 inspired John Constantine, after retiring his demon-tired bones in a lacklustre and poorly drawn finale (Hellblazer No. 300).

Constantine No. 1 brings a more youthful Constantine into the DC Universe and Renato Guedes art, which accentuates camera-angle panels showing Constantine at his best and worst–a normal day for him in the world of magic and shadow he walks in.

But Constantine is now in New York City, with spiffy new occult digs, down the stairs in Dotty's Pet store. His double-breasted trench coat looks less rumpled (more Prince than Columbo), his hair more fashionable, and his demeanor less like a cigarette aftertaste and more like a Jack Daniel's sipped over ice with a Heineken chaser.

Ray Fawkes and Jeff Lemire have a good handle on the bitter and the sweet of it, but make no mistake, this Constantine is more movie-ready, less foul-mouthed, and, so far, less British. You get the impression he went through the New 52 cleaners instead of his trench coat.

What remains the same is how he handles dire situations by relying on friends and close associates. Readers familiar with the death toll around Constantine know what getting close to him means to any long term relationships. That's where his morality comes into question, and it's a question that propels his old, and now, new series of trials and tribulations with black sorcery, Heaven, and Hell, and all those nasty, black squiggy places in-between points North and South.

constantine issue one, the new 52

At 20 pages, the setup brings into play an evil cult (aren't they all?) called The Cold Flame, an old acquaintance best forgot, and Constantine playing the odds, which always seem to fall in his favor–to some degree. This first installment of The Spark and the Flame is tight, neat, and delivered with as much assurance as even John Constantine can deliver.

And he still smokes. Let's hope New York City's Mayor Bloomberg doesn't notice, otherwise Constantine may have to face a real foe even he can't conjure away.

A courtesy copy was provided by DC Comics for this review.

Mexican Lobby Card: Bigfoot

Why do apes and ape-like monsters always go for the girls? Just asking. It’s staggering how many gut-wrenchingly bad movies John Carradine acted in. He deserved better. This Mexican lobby card for Bigfoot (1970) at least promotes the King Kong tie-in (although there isn’t any), and highlights  the proper way a monster should carry a girl: over the shoulder; the arms tire too quickly, no matter how big and hairy you are.

Las Huellas Del Monstruo Mexican Lobby Card

How to Collect a Monster:
Monster Bash June 2007

With permission from Arena Publishing and Dr. Vollin, MD (aka Freddie Poe), here’s How to Collect a Monster from issue # 711, September 2007, of Movie Collector’s World. Wherein the good Dr. V pays a visit to the metaphysically inspiring Monster Bash Convention.

Funny, but we must have brushed shoulders without realizing it because I was at the Bash that year, too. On top of that, it was the first time I met up with the zany Drunken Severed Head (aka Max). Max spent a good amount of time at the convention carrying around Bela Lugosi’s pants. But that’s another story.

monster bash 2007 movie collectors world
monster bash 2007 movie collectors world
monster bash 2007 movie collectors world
monster bash 2007 movie collectors world
monster bash 2007 movie collectors world
monster bash 2007 movie collectors world