Blutch’s So Long, Silver Screen brought over in english by Picturebox, is an incredible piece of comics. Dense, witty, personal, poetic, beautiful. Even if you only get a quarter of the film references it is stunning. But if you actually know the films he is talking about and referencing, the cleverness scale sort of explodes. I’ll have to read it several times to unpact everything—but even on the first quick, catching 20 percent of what has been said—it is stunning.
It’s about loving cinema, but also loving through cinema. Which is something I relate to very much. There are also passages of just unfettered loathing for cinema as well. Which is the kind of thing only a lover can write about film.
My scans are a bit shitty. I suck. BUT. I love this page. As a single entity top panel to bottom panel the way it bends in and out of place and time and in a page tells the beginning, middle, and end of a relationship. Beautiful.
I got So Long, Silver Screen mostly for the art, I love Blutch’s I guess dry brush griminess on some of his art. But this was definitely one of those books I got swept away by. Was able to shut off the part of my brain that breaks down every page for the components that are most useful for my own advancement—and just enjoy the thing. The writing was the kind of poetry on the page that I really don’t get to see enough of in comics. This medium can be so so powerful when the words are right and the art is tight. Like blowing up mountains kind of powerful. The act of reading words over an image—like that brain process of juxtaposition and creation of meaning is one of my favorite things. Like a, sometimes I turn on the subtitles for english movies, and mute them to watch them—kind of favorite thing.
But yeah. Please go buy this book. It would be cool to read even more Blutch work in English. Peplum looks cool.
I should just learn more languages.