This review will not go into the political theses that the whole series is shoving into its readers, for it may take a very, very long essay just for me to express how much Transmetropolitan reflects the political landscape, its limitations and how much more complex reality is. Transmetropolitan for the most part captures all the stench that us people would simply not smell, the ugly details in our own city and the scandals that might have transpired in our governement that we immediately forget because we are more interested in other things like, the next episode of a tv series, or cute cats, or what would our next profile picture would be like.
I will give a review therefore on the technical details of the comics, and how each of its details affected my appreciation towards the material.
First, I want to say that Warren Ellis is a brilliant writer, not just a comic book writer, but a writer writer. He can be able to sustain a reader's interest in his prose, even though there are many times that I felt that he is just saying the same things over and over. He also have these over-the-hedge array of random words, that when put together, crafts one nasty picture that only a deranged mind can concoct. He is the real Spider Jerusalem.
Darick Robertson's art is as equally nasty as Ellis' writing. He made Spider a dirty bastard with inexplicable charm, his filthy assistants sexy, useful and filthy, and the Smiler oozing of political deceit. His use of bright colors and a highly contrasted palette exacerbates the violence, rowdiness and ugliness of the futuristic dystopian City. What Ellis says, Robertson shows. It is a dirty, beautiful tandem.
The story on the other hand meanders at the middle of the series, picking up steam on the sevenrh or eight volume. I elt that Transmetropolitan could be better told in fewer issues. But this comment of course is highly subjective. I binged-read the whole series in two weeks, cramming everything into my brain a story that took the original issues years to tell. So I'm just warning you guys that Transmetropolitan is better experienced in small doses.
The ending is what I expected it to be, happy with a sprinkle of sadness, as how many Vertigo series of that era has ended (I'm talking about Y The Last Man, Scalped ans Preacher) - a male protagonist too tired for the action but not completely retired, content to live in some place with grass and trees.
Just a spoler here: I really, really wished to see Spider using his Bowel Disruptor on the president, in its highest setting, with all the details and splatters displayed in all of its brown glory, (pretty sick, eh?) but I didn't get that. How sad.
I cannot imagine at first that I will read a journalism-themed comic book until the end, but Transmetropolitan is just that good. Read this one and it is like you are reading the real news.