Vertigo was a wonderful place, wasn’t it?

For those of you who don’t know, Vertigo was an imprint from DC that focused on producing more graphic and mature comics. It started in 1993 and has sadly been cancelled in January due corporate reasons. Many comic fans look back on Vertigo fondly as being the home to some of the best series the medium has to offer like Sandman, Preacher, Transmetropolitan, Hellblazer, and many, many more. I think I speak for a lot of people when I say that we appreciated these comics that weren’t afraid to discuss taboo subjects like sex, religion, and the nuances of human condition.

However, when you look past the main titles, things got weird. You see, Vertigo also produced a crap ton of mini-series where the writers got a ridiculous amount of creative freedom. This resulted in some of the most bat**** insane comics you will ever read in your life. Though, whether these short-lived acid trips turned out to be good was a crapshoot. Sometimes you’d get an insightful masterpiece, like Flex Mentallo. Or you’d get some of the most infuriating pieces of pretentious s*** you will ever read (I’ll dig up one of those to review another day).

Most of the mini-series, however, fell more under the category of “I have absolutely no idea how I feel about this”. And that’s what I’ll going to be looking at today.