Collecting Crawl Space issues #1-4, featuring a blood-drenched thriller of the pornographic undead, XXXombies ! With hopes of paying off his debt to a ruthless mob boss, sleazy porn producer Wong Hung Lau gathers a bevy of adult stars for a sequestered weekend of filmmaking. However, when they emerge days later, they discover a zombie plague has overrun a now-quarantined Los Angeles. Eisner award nominees Tony Moore ( The Walking Dead ) and Kieron Dwyer ( Remains ), return to the zombie genre with fan-favorite writer Rick Remender ( Fear Agent ) to illustrate these boogie nights of the living dead.
Rick Remender is an American comic book writer and artist who resides in Los Angeles, California. He is the writer/co-creator of many independent comic books like Black Science, Deadly Class, LOW, Fear Agent and Seven to Eternity. Previously, he wrote The Punisher, Uncanny X-Force, Captain America and Uncanny Avengers for Marvel Comics.
Porn stars fighting zombies in the 70s. That premise sounds like a good concept for a retro-style horror sex-comedy. But the comedic aspects gradually fade away and it focuses more on mean-spirited and depressing things such as rape and infanticide.
It doesn't do much interesting with the zombie genre or give us any clever satire of the porn industry. And the vulgarity jokes don't mix well with the dark themes.
Tony Moore's covers are great, but the interior art is fairly subpar. Anatomy and compositions are decent, but the inking looks very rushed and sloppy.
Doesn't really move past the hilarious concept (Boogie Nights of the Living Dead sold me) but I enjoyed it. It was very tasteless so if dead baby jokes aren't your thing, sit this one out.
This story has a lot of potential for humour, action and tension - self-absorbed porn folks out of the loop on a zombie apocalypse, Shaun of the Dead style.
Instead the potential for "biting" jokes falls flat, and the action just seems badly paced. I don't get what the point of this was - there's no satire of zombie flicks, no attempt to cleverly compare porn actors with shambling, organ-obsessed zombies. Instead, this is just straight-ahead unlikeable, one-dimensional characters running around the same old zombie-apocalypse-breakout.
This is like what teenage boys would write and draw in the back of their school notebooks. It wraps up with some Garth Ennis-level degradation and violence, which is a nice surprise - but still doesn't seem like it fully committed to the ideas.
I really want to like Remender's work, but every time I pick up one of his books I'm disappointed. I don't know if it's the middling art that brings his work down, or if the writing plain isn't as good as he an his fans would like to think it is. The plotting, the dialogue, the ideas - none of it stands out. It's like a Lemire book without even the cool concepts.
Who knows, maybe End League or Fear Agent will finally show me what I'm missing.
Still one of my favorite limited-run comic stories/arcs of all time. Still holds up in every way; comedy, action, sex, horror, gore. Still desperately in need of some kind of film or television adaptation of this. Still a die hard Remender fan.