Analysis from a middle name handed down for generations but never used:
This book was not for me. Some of my favorite books come from the mind of Matt Fraction, Sex Criminals, and his Hawkeye runs to name a couple. I’m even a fan of the genre, a mix mash of science fiction and double-crossing spies. The art style isn’t my favorite, but I’m known to hold the story heavier than art. Something just didn’t gel right with me in Casanova. The pace at which the first several issues moved just didn’t motivate my mind to pay enough attention to enjoy it. The fourth-wall-breaking panels where a character of the book or even an editor of Image comics has to give pause and explain what the fuck is happening… only drive the point home further.
The monotone colors in which the book is done works nicely with the casual art style. The main character, Casanova Quinn, wasn’t enough of a likable lead for me to put in the effort. The closing story arc of the first volume set up future adventures of the strange Casanova extended family, but I have little to no desire to read about them.
I wouldn’t go as far as to say that I disliked this book, as there were still scenes here and there that worked well. Within the final issues of the first collected volume, the flow started to work little by little, but I had already checked out by that point. By and large though, there are just too many books out there that I have yet to crack open, countless piles of back issues I’ve yet to catch up to.
Analysis from the bent can of green beans that you get for a nickel:
The most enjoyable part of this read was L’s review. I could not get on board with it from the very first page. First of all, it is well documented that art, to me, is what makes a comic worth reading. I need to be visually inspired and entranced, and while I am not saying the artwork is talentless because for sure, there is tons of talent there, but the style is not for me. I only typically tend to enjoy monotone images when they are clear and concise. Here, however, there was too much clutter for me to keep up.
Speaking of clutter, this writing was all over the place to me. I triple checked to see if I had started on the wrong volume because I wasn’t sure what was happening and why. Had it not been for the synopsis at the beginning of each new volume, I would have been lost seriously. I would reach the end, think I had it figured out, then read the synopsis and realize I was totally wrong.
I hated this. Hated. However, I would like to go on record and say that my massive distaste for it is not because it is garbage. It’s not. There is definitely an audience for it, but it’s just not me. I am not a comic reader by nature, so it takes more for me to understand and get invested, and this one just didn’t cut it. Oh well, on to the next.
Gabriel Bá, and Fábio Moon