Nice and dinky, the comic comes saddled with a piece of jerky that claims to be good until the month of May in the year 2007.

The comic itself is the kind you can read with one hand, should the palm be large enough to accommodate something of that blocky size not unlike a coaster or a rent receipt book.

Not overly an entertaining read straight up, that German deli owner really has a hard accent to punch through. There's this air of not giving a damn as Jim goes about hooking up the German with the small goods goods in terms of jerky.

Now, if that particular Jim's Jerky that features in the comic is that which is in the plastic bag on the cover, who knows. Most likely not. Disconnect.

Tough, oh, it's tough to break into at first. Definitely a saliva cranking work out needed to juice it up good. Spicy to the tongue, the beat of it really does hewn a good time flavour country ride as it washes out the blah feeling from the comic.

Lasts a good while too. And it even sticks around when the rest of it has gone to shop and done over the rest of the taste and fibre of the flavour. More often than not, this piece of lingering jerky doesn't go down well, hence not actually going down at all as it tries to double badly back as a piece of floss.

Jerky may vary slightly on this part.

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Theatrical playing season was relatively short, and finding a cinema that was playing A Scanner Darkly as hard as chewing a bit of jerky that could last well over a decade from a nuclear fall out.

Taking the rotoscopic action out of the equation is to ignore one of the main reasons for walking up to the box office they some times use when they're not using the Candy Bar as the place to flog the tickets. A marvellous looking film, trippy in a most passive way, the scramble suit and the effects of drug use definitely working the bean right down to the bone.

Both Robert Downey, Jr. and Woody Harrelson's characters find themselves rambling at various times with the strict sense of paranoia as a sheer motivator of their thoughts. Kind of like watching that which makes the spoken word all the more enjoyable. Like a poetry slam without the need to have a shot of knock out juice in the hands of the judges.

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Pick it up, put it down, pick it up again. Doesn't really help it as the flow just throws down the jars on the kitchen floor to shout out "tomato and beets" as the window cleaner sinks into the sponge cake. All is fine reading the page, it's the cut into the next where one minute Supergirl is in STAR Labs and the next out down in Mexico with Powerboy.

Okay, sure, what happens next is some one walks into the room and makes it out like they were the ones who own the thongs that are now missing for the shifting of the street press covers it up some. Not like they weren't going to walk around bare foot for a little while longer any way.

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The read's a nice and fun clip off the neck with the back-up story featuring Sakura. Of sorts. Crackle the laughter on the turn of the page, nice work indeed.

On the other end of things, where the lead in is the read in, the tale takes the twist to throw down a nice little diversion. Slow to start it picks up the rush before the cut-off.

Cammy sure does get about with some high cut skirts. Thunderhawk is one impressive man when he wants to be and the speed at which they carry themselves against Bison is all over the lines and colours.

Better to bet the wet mind that a session in front of the comic will prove smooth if the counter top doesn't smack it on the down fall. Fun and breezy time had watching on as the history channel takes to looking back at one particular character and what stock she's made of.

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Grey and red, the colours from the sides are already well into the swing of things. Politics, the machinations of men and their behind the scenes schemes all pretty much doing something. It's just not something that makes reading the second issue an easy to join task with the surrounding beats of the beast.

Clearly things are afoot and with the hand of commie evil out there on the warpath, the whole of the United States is screaming for a saviour or two who don't go around banking red cents. To that end, there environment is clear. Now, making the most of the slide into it all, that's another thing entirely. A brunt to bear.

Step right up, step right up, the floor is pretty slippery, now watch where the feet go asteppin'.

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FLCL (Furi Kuri to the cool kids) is the story of 11 year old Naota, his brother's odd-ball girlfriend Mamimi and the strange goings on when they bump into Haruhara Haruko a self proclaimed alien hottie.

As anyone who has watched FLCL will reiterate, this series is confusing, very confusing. What with robots growing out of young boys heads and turning into angels and such.



Through the confusing plot line is a deep coming-of-age type story. Naota sprouts from a timid young boy to a nameless and faceless saviour of humanity.

Furi Kuri is a mish mash of beautiful art, side splitting comedy and a touch of inverted satire accompanied by a kick butt soundtrack supplied by J-Rock band, The Pillows.

If you love pretty pictures, funny stuff, alien gals popping boys on the head with bass guitars and don't mind a Gainax style ending that leaves you thinking "WHAT IN SWEET HADES WAS THAT?" give Furi Kuri a shot. Even if you don't particularly understand it, you can't help but enjoy the ride.

FLCL volumes 1, 2 & 3 are available at the Comic Shop now.

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