Bee Vixens #2 is the concluding episode of the first story in this limited series. I reviewed issue #1 here and much of the same praise applies. In #2 Deputy Garcia, replete with eye patch, leopard print bra and shotgun, takes the fight to the Bee Vixens who have colonized her small Texas town.
Once again artist Chris Peterson turns in some pretty stunning visuals; the bee vixens themselves are disturbingly curvaceous, a character vomits up larvae which then comes roiling out of his guts, and Garcia’s motorcycle even gets its own hero shot. Colorist Nolan Woodard shines even more in this issue as he deftly handles all the blood and guts sent his way. The larvae sequence in particular is very crisply colored as it doesn’t just turn into a muddy mess of reds and browns.
de Campi pulls out all the stops for the finale, I don’t want to spoil any of the coolness but Garcia accuses the aliens of racism, gets off a few good one-liners and finds a very inventive way to battle a giant alien queen bee.
If this review seems short that’s because I’m struggling to not simply repeat my acclaim for the first issue. This book is really like nothing else on the stands, it’s a pure shot of grindhouse genre campiness and gore. de Campi nails the tone. You’re horrified, disgusted and mildly aroused all at the same time. She takes advantage of the two-issue structure as well. The conceit of aliens colonizing a small town isn’t exactly new, but the limitations she has imposed on herself keep the story moving briskly along. You get a small cast and really just the best parts of the story. That’s not to say the story feels fragmented or slight; de Campi skillfully avoids simply bullet pointing grindhouse tropes and characterizations in favor of a fast and fun narrative.
Peterson and Woodard are a perfect fit for the material as well. Peterson does a nice job using layout and composition to make the book feel cinematic, lots of low or high angle shots, a nice bit of creepiness with a station wagon turn signal. Woodard colors chunks of stuff blown apart by shotgun blasts equally as well as bee guts and gratuitous panty shots.
So Bee Vixens comes to a bloody conclusion and Grindhouse: Doors Open at Midnight is off to great start. Looks like next issue is your typical “women’s prison in space” story, I’m sure it’ll be handled tastefully and with class.
Or somebody might shank a nude woman in the space showers.
Either way I’ll be reading.
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About the Author - Jeffrey Kromer
Jeff Kromer was born in the year of our Lord 1980. The son of a boxcar tramp and Miss Nebraska 3rd Runner Up 1974 he distinguished himself early in life as “one of those guys who’s really good at carnival games”. After a failed bid for Sooner County Indiana FFA President he went into seclusion for 9 years. He emerged post NuHostess and began writing comic book reviews. He is a sousaphone enthusiast.
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