Fritesite #1 review CE Publishing Group Written and Drawn by: Martin Malin Reviewer: Ross Rivers
Summary:Welcome to Fritesite! Prepare to be Disturbed...
Review:Hello, readers! Today I review Fritesite, a comic anthology written and drawn by M.E Malin with a prose story by blah. Is it good? Bad? Oh, God... I can’t even remember it without feeling depressed...
You may remember my less than positive review of Man of God. I said it had potential in places and I could see it getting better. Remember that? Those were the good old days...
The first story follows Lieutenant Cargill, who is trying to find his wife who disappeared while undergoing “Teleportherapy,” which is supposed to be a very successful treatment for what ails ya.
The book opens with him torturing a scientist for information, leading him to a big spooky mansion in the middle of nowhere. No doubt there’s an evil scientist here.
Being the professional he is, he drives his car into the front door, knocking himself out. Because that’s what they teach in Police Academy. Mahoney would be pleased.
And the art sucks. It sucks so bad, I feel like my eyes are melting. Like Malin has cursed the pages so that whoever looks at it will feel bad and write a mean review.
The lettering is done by hand and that looks just as bad. How do you mess up the lettering?
The following story is a prose, written by Marcus E.T. This is probably the only thing in this book worth reading. Seriously. It’s short and kind of interesting. That’s all you get. But then again, maybe it’s like being punched in the face after being kicked in the crotch; it’s better than the crotch thing but not good.
Aaaaand back to the terrible poopy poop.
This one has a decent concept; a man recalling a meeting with a homeless man (man? Woman? How can anyone tell with this art?) in his youth, inside a rundown shack. But an interesting concept is nothing without good execution. And this should be executed! Ha! Get it? Sorry...
And then another one...
Oh God, when will it end?!?
This is the last one, actually. A short story about killings a camp fire. Any hint at the creativity in the last story is strangled with its own veins in this one. It’s easily the weakest of the stories. Not the stupidest, that goes to the first one.
This is followed by adverts for other comics. I like this part better. I prefer all the ads over the stories, even the ad with the stupid metal band with face paint. Upon checking them out, I can tell you they don’t sound great. Better than the comic looks, though.
I said in my last review that I feel reviews are there to tell a creator what was done wrong and how they could improve but the only way for this guy to improve is to stop. Ok, that’s unfair. Anyone is capable of telling a story. But this Malin fella has a lot to learn.
I wish him the best, I really do. I know how hard it is to write and draw. I just think he should learn how to do both of those things.
To find yourself a copy of Fritesite, head over to the CE Publishing website!