[Posted by E&C on 29 Aug 2010 07:16 am]

To say that I am uncomfortable with the idea of being a critic is a lot like saying I am uncomfortable with the idea of being a zombie. While accurate, to be sure, the statement lacks the oomph I require to describe just how much I don't care to become an undead, leprous, monosyllabic, brain-eating-thing that wants to hang out at the mall, like, all the time. Or a zombie for that matter. BA-ZING!

This is the concept we explore in our inaugural comic.

My distaste for the "service" these men and women provide does not stem simply from the fact that I made a very criticizable movie, or even that I have plans to make many more, but from the fact that the institution itself is flawed in concussive ways. It's true what Sibelius said, that no one ever built a statue of a critic. And if it isn't true it should be.

In terms so concrete one could build a garage (perhaps even a carriage house) atop them, I want to create things, not dissect them. I dissected a shark once in high school and lost all taste for it. I lost all taste for Vaporub, cow-pupils, and people named Hootie around that same time.

The comics we will produce are not criticisms so much as celebrations. Of film, art, pop culture, life and, really, whatever is on my tiny, clusterfuck of a mind at any given time. And while our comics may appear mean at times, I promise they will (probably) never be mean-spirited. A distinction I will surely cling to for dear life.

I have only respect for people who pick up a camera and make a movie, from titans like Fincher and Coppola to the fourteen year olds making youtube flicks on their blackberries. And, yes, that even includes the dreaded Michael Bay. It all takes balls. We are not here to bust them, but to play with them a little. Think of us, I suppose, as lovely, gentle hookers.

It's all in good fun.

We plan to update this bish weekly, just so's you know. And I realize coming from a cat who runs a weekly podcast that hasn't been updated in over a year that statement probably carries very little weight, but that's the plan. We've already banked around ten comics for your viewing pleasure, so hopefully we'll be able to stick to the schedge with relative ease.

And for this very special launch we are presenting three comics for cheap as free. The third may be found here, and deals with the nazi-mouse corporation consuming my beloved marvel comics in one four-billion dollar bite. Sort of...

As always, if you like what you see, or if you just happen to love us, feel free to drop a tweet in our favor or just mention this shizz to a pal over a brew at your local public house. We'll love you forever for it.

I hope you all enjoy this experiment as we try to do something a little different, just like everyone else.

Get a beverage of your choice and dig, sirs and madams. Dig.

E

P.S. Today's art was done by one of the finest human beings we've met online, Mike Harris. To see more of his art, check out his webcomic High Score and his deviantArt page