Early Purgatorio Review, Still Waiting

Same Purgatorio page - from Comics Heating Up
Same Purgatorio page – from Comics Heating Up

I am still waiting on my Kickstarter copy, so no annotations published here yet, other than Code Pru #1 and #2 – both preludes to Cinema Purgatorio episodes. But, for the time being, enjoy this early Purgatorio review over at Comics Heating Up.

(I ordered the Kickstarter level with the 11×17 lobby cards. Has anyone received those yet? Some day my prints will come.)

(Update 4/18: My Purgatorio has not arrived. Another review appeared at Comics Fondle.)

Kickstarter Purgatorios Are Already Arriving!

Purgatorio has arrived!
Purgatorio has arrived!

This just in: Kickstarter editions of Cinema Purgatorio are already arriving. The above copy was received by co-author Robert Derie in Georgia today! We’ll get annotations up as soon as possible.

When Will Cinema Purgatorio #1 Get Here??

Cinema Purgatorio photo by Mitch Jenkins
Cinema Purgatorio photo by Mitch Jenkins – portfolio here

You watched Alan Moore and Mitch Jenkin’s Cinema Purgatorio video. You got out your credit card and pledged Kickstarter. You may have even seen more Mitch Jenkins photos and read about London Super Comic Con advance copies. Maybe you saw one on eBay. Now you’re thinking “when will my Cinema Purgatorio arrive?!?

Page 1 of Cinema Purgatorio #1 - image via eBay
Page 1 of Cinema Purgatorio #1 – image via eBay

According to Kickstarter, digital copies will go out on April 15th, and paper copies will be mailed around the same time.

Cinema Purgatorio #1 is due in comic shops in May.

Cinema Purgatorio #2 is due out in June.

It won’t be long, it just seems long.

Alan Moore’s Initial Cinema Purgatorio Blurb

Cinema Purgatorio promotional image by Kevin O'Neill
Cinema Purgatorio promotional image by Kevin O’Neill

Alan Moore on Cinema Purgatorio, from the Kickstarter promotional material:

In a world of used ideas spun out into unending single-premise sagas and told in full cyber-enhanced Technicolor, unapologetically we offer up CINEMA PURGATORIO, a black and white horror anthology which reaches for something both new and startling beyond the endlessly recycled characters and concepts of the 60s and the 70s. An anthology, to let its authors exercise the discipline and the invention that only short stories can provide – and out of which the vast majority of today’s memorable franchises were created – and black and white in order to impose that selfsame discipline upon its artists by removing the alluring camouflage of colour and requiring the same values that the classic comic illustrators made their byword. Why shouldn’t the 21st century enjoy the craft and quality that the E.C. and Warren luminaries managed, but with an originality and freshness born entirely of our anxious present and uncertain future? Why shouldn’t the world once more have horror stories which compel their audience to tremulously tell themselves “It’s just a movie; just a film”?

CINEMA PURGATORIO is an unholy resurrection of the backstreet bug-hutches and fleapits practicing their eerie silver mesmerism on our post-war predecessors, drenched in atmosphere and other less identifiable decoctions. The threadbare arenas to a generation’s adolescent fumblings and upholstery-slashing rage alike, these peeling Deco temples were the haunted, flickering spaces where were bred the dreads and the desires of those Macmillan days; Eisenhower nights. Varnished with blood and Brylcreem, in our razor-collared cutting edge collection we restore the broken-bulb emporiums where, in the creaking backseats, modern terror and monstrosity were shamelessly conceived. In our worn aisles and glossy pages the most individual and inventive talents in contemporary comics are delivering a landmark midnight matinee in monochrome, intent on pushing both the genre and the medium beyond their stagnant formulas and into shapes that suit the unique shadows and disquiets of our present moment.

Take your curling ticket from the withered and embittered woman in the booth, regard uneasily the lobby cards for movies recalled vaguely from a clammy dream, then, if you dare, follow the failing flashlight-puddle of the usherette on down into a different kind of dark.