by canterrain on Thu Oct 11, 2007 6:37 am
Review catchup! Part 2!
Again Barb plays with Panels. Again I'll do my best to be clear on where I'm at.
I wanted evidence.
Charlie has certainly aged. His eyes are still so striking. But they lack some of that innocence. They almost speak of determination. Perhaps annoyance or anger. His face has slimmed down a lot. No more baby fat. But he needs a hair cut. The tie in the stalemate panel looks better. Not so much that 'blanket plaid that fills in all gaps no matter how little sense it makes' effect.. like old cartoons. It has folds now and so forth.
What I find amusing is. Claude has no problem with the idea that this door keeps popping into and out of existence. And that no one else can see it. Or him while it's there. But he wants evidence of some other fantastical tale that may or may not be true. Ah, but when you are in the thick of it, as it were, those details are so hard to miss. (Like love!)
And the banter between the two is lovely. "Evidence." "Air." "Can be proven." "Love." "..." I'm much interested. Dr. Ambrosia almost seems to approach this as though it were the first time he's tried to tell all this to Charlie, and get him to see what he was telling him without outright saying it. Yet his earlier thought ("Hm... a skeptic this go 'round) suggests that either Ambrosia has simply known Claude before, or else this isn't the first time he's tried to tell him these stories and so forth.
So my curiousness grows. Is Charlie's personality so drastically different with each new life that it may as well be a new conversation, trying to convince a new person of the same fact as you convinced another person? If you convinced the other person? Or did Ambrosia simply know Charlie/Claude in past lives and nothing more, and this is a new development? And... how old is Ambrosia? And does he too reincarnate? What's his place in all this. (Ok, a few things I'm asking here I admit I've been given clues and slight answers too.. but these are the things I have thought on, and would have thought on if I hadn't been).
Ambrosia is definitely calm though. Or poised. His stance when he looks into the painting in panel two... *blink* ... *blink*. 0.0. Ok. I'm stopping mid thought here.
When this painting was seen on earlier pages. The leaves were green. Now they are the color of fall leaves. This is most definitely a painting and not a window. (no sills, no lines for panels, and a light above it that would be used to light up a painting).. but the leaves have changed. Whoah. I honestly admit I did not catch that on first viewing. It changes with seasons??? What about sunset and sunrise? I wanna know... Barb said specifically on DD comments it's not a window...
Ahem. As I was saying. The stance Ambrosia is using is actually one I've used when attempting (and I do mean attempting) to look dignified. He pulls it off way better than I do.
The downshot on Charlie and the doctor is actually in a manner my favorite. (Ok, the tree is my favorite, but this is my favorite aspect). I like that the doctor/psychologist doesn't seem to have true facial features. As though -they- weren't real. I know it's more that, it'd be too hard to get into detail at this angle and distance. But it sort of adds a touch. The whole room in fact feels less vibrant, less real, than Ambrosia's room. Stale. Very stale. Even the colors are muted. And the conversation? Brilliant. "Does he ask you to HARM people." Yes, you MUST be a raving psychopath ready to fly off and kill. -_- It seems such a likely question it's not really even funny in a way.
The casefile view is interesting. Just to see the notes. It's such a nice touch. Little things like this. It makes me want to read through the whole thing and see everything they had to say. It adds a lot with little effort.
The same with the pill bottle. (Which looks amazingly real).
And the same with.. and I think the full effect may have been missed by some... the way the word Schizophrenia grows from the paper... to a middle size at Charlie's head.. to a large size at the bottom of the panel. As though being repeated over and over and getting louder and louder until it just can't be escaped anymore. And that's exactly what the doubting voice is like. Exactly.
And so we end up with Charlie. Broken, defeated, and not knowing anymore. Not knowing what to believe. His logic. His skepticism. Fighting with a tale of fantasy. And events that just don't seem likely. Or possible. What electron microscope can find an invisible man? The war inside must be hell. As an aside, Charlie's pinky and ring finger look a bit off. But other than that, he's just perfect. He says so much without saying anything at all. That's a terrible age to have that hit against you so hard.
I have to agree with Barb. I hate labels.
Wonderful page.