Guest Writer: Stonie Williams
Writer – Michael Moreci
Inker – Hayden Sherman
Letterer – Jim Campbell
This article is due to a gift of a review copy, QWERTY and rolling natural 20s.
“You have a blue six back. Of course, people are watching us. Now come on. Let’s go get some drugs.”
Billy Bane used to be a big deal. The Voice, they called him. Spoke straight to The Creator. They came from across space to hear him speak. One day, he screwed things up. Big time. Now he’s just a guy trying to get high, ignore The Creator’s voice, and pretend the past didn’t happen. And that seemed to be working. Until Molly Sue showed up.
This book is insane. From page one, you get pulled into this universe. I’ve seen this book compared to Preacher, and while accurate, it’s not the first thing that came to my mind. The feel of this comic sent me straight to Heavy Metal or Maxx. Somehow this gives me a grungy late 80’s early 90’s feel.
Billy’s hopeless and jaded attitude comes off as endearing rather than pathetic. He’s a relatable character. He fell for his own hype, even if there was a legitimacy to it. You get an Icarus-vibe; Billy flew too close to the sun. Now he has to live with the matted mess of feathers.
Issue 1 doesn’t delve much into Dust, Billy’s companion. He’s referred to as a “fuq bot”, it’s obvious he’s some sort of sex worker. A big blue guy with impressive strength. But there’s a definite feeling that there’s much more to this bot than meets the eye.
Molly Sue comes across as almost Kitty Pryde or Jubilee kind of character. Upbeat, annoying and persistent, but with a purpose. She has a connection to Billy that promises big things for future issues.
Moreci crafts a story that never drags, keeping you rooted in each scene. His characters are gritty and real and the universe he’s fabricated feels lived in. This kind of sci-fi would fit next to things like Bladerunner. This first issue feels like Netflix’s Altered Carbon and AMC’s Preacher had a love child. In space.
Sherman’s artwork is that sketchy style that doesn’t always work for me. But Wasted Space is an except to that rule. Sherman’s art works well with the dirty, complicated universe Moreci has built. There’s not a huge amount of detail to each picture, but it captures enough of the essence of the scene to make it work. Sherman’s style has all emotion and action you could want. There’s a simplicity to the style that makes you go “Hey, maybe I could do that.” (Spoilers: I can’t.) This would lend itself well to an animated film or even a video game along the lines of the Borderlands series.
This title gets a little adult, strong language, suggestive scenes, drug use, that sort of thing. Definitely skirting the Rated R line, in my opinion. It’s hard to tell if the rest of the series will cross that line. Older teens will be fine reading this, but I’d take a look at it yourself for anyone under 15. I have yet to read anything coming out of Vault Comics that I wouldn’t recommend to any of my friends. Until next time, happy reading!