The point of Crossed is to freak you out, which it does with with staggering mastery. But with the sugar comes the medicine.
Because the real monsters in this comic, as it is with all true horror films, comics, books and other media in this genre are not the monsters themselves but the regular people.
David Lapham has a true command of this genre. The slick horror of each page draws the reader in for what eventually becomes the proverbial rug pulled out from beneath one's feet. The real horror is how Lapham builds you up for the fall.
This issue was a real testament to Lapham's skill. The first issue revealed the horrible reality of our heroine's life before the Crossed infection enters the picture. The second issues greets us some time after. Everything that isn't to do with the Crossed seems to be OK, that is the evil that was not the cause of the infection seems to have abated.
I got drawn in thinking, "Wow. Maybe its stopped. Maybe their only enemy is the Crossed now."
Boy was I wrong. Not only has the depravity remained at a constant at the very least, but it has the potential for exponential increase.
I should have known better.
You go David Lapham. You go all the way.
I think my initial problems concerning the new artist have been put to rest, at least temporarily. I've begun to enjoy his style and appreciate his skill. It makes sense that he was chosen to pair up with Lapham for this series.
Good issue. Can't wait for the next one.
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