***A BRIEF INTERVIEW WITH RICO SLADE***
Interviewer: “So, Mr. Slade, how does it feel to be the subject of new book?”
Rico Slade: [Not liking the tone of the question, Rico Slade rips the interviewer's fucking throat out after punching him in the fucking face a bunch of fucking times.]
Interview over...
That is Rico Slade in a nutshell.
I'm not exactly sure how to review this one, other than to say it was exactly what I was hoping it would be, plus a bit more. Before I spray the praise hose all over the place, let me get my one and only gripe out of the way by echoing the sentiments expressed by my friend Lea...the diner scene...completely unnecessary... it diminished my enjoyment of the book.
Okay, other than that, this book was 100+ pages of hiliarious, "over the top" satire that manages to be both brilliantly insightful and unabashedly juvenile. AT...THE...SAME...TIME.
Rico Slade is your quintessential caricature of a mega/uber/super action hero in the mold of Sylvester Bruce Schwarzenegger, complete with sunglasses that never come off, a leopard-skin jacket, zebra-skin, steel-toed SIZE 22 boots, and a classic Pompadour in the Elvis Dean Travolta style. In other words, take the word MACHO, put it on a 6 month regiment of raw meat, steroids and methamphetamines, and you'd still have something that Rico Slade would leave trembling in the corner whimpering for its mama.
Here’s the wrinkle...Rico Slade is a character played by actor Chip Johnson.
Chip, unlike Rico, suffers from massive insecurity, male pattern baldness and is going through a bit of a mid-lifer. Chip has started having real trouble distinguishing between fact and fiction and now thinks he really is Rico Slade. This, of course, is a big WIN for the reader, because violent, kick-face, in your ass superbness soon commences (FYI…you can switch “face” and “ass” around in the above description, but I think both versions work equally well for this story).
So while Rico Slade is running around Hollywood, ripping out throats, tearing out eyeballs, karate chopping a woman in the baby door, snapping necks, and peeing on corpses...oh...and punching...a bunch...of...fucking faces...a bunch...of...fucking times, Chip Johnson is trying to come to grips with his troubled inner self and long neglected needs, which were sacrificed on the altar of action stardom, and have remained buried deep inside him.
Rico and Chip are heading for a reckoning.
Plus, this is bizarro fiction so you have your usual cast of “semi” to “way the fuck” off characters including, (a) Chip’s therapist, Howard, who has an “anti-hair” obsession, a dwindling client base and a track record for turning patients into serial killers; (b) Howard’s wife, who is threatening to let the world’s entire male population play with her goodies unless Howard buys her some serious “bling” right NOW; and (c) George Proctor (aka Baron Mayhem), Chip’s closest friend and Rico Slade’s mortal enemy, a clean freak who lives in filth because he hates stereotypes (if that doesn’t make perfect sense, don’t worry, it just means your sane).
This is “laugh out loud and feel stupid about it” funny with some sharp, scathing commentary on the damage people do to themselves by embracing “roles” people thrust on them rather than staying true to who they are.
4.5 stars…HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!