Seaguy: Slaves of Mickey Eye # 1
Written by Grant Morrison
Art by Cameron Stewart
Published by Vertigo/DC Comics
I have no idea what I just read. I don’t think, though, that I’m supposed to. Sort of reminds me of H.R. Pufnstuf. Anyone remember that show? It was shown on Saturday mornings when I was a kid, and I vaguely remember it from that time period. But when I was a teenager there was a time when they were showing it after school. And it was then that I realized it was a totally trippy show. I mean, trippy is definitely entertaining….but it did occur to me that this show may have “spoken” to and older demographic than that of the Saturday morning crowd who were on a “different level” beyond us mere children.
So, yeah, Seaguy. SEAGUY. ½-an-animal on a stick, a codependent parrot, Seaguy dressed in scuba gear but never going in or near the water, a bearded lady and her antagonistic relationship to this old skipper guy, an amusement park where “everyone” hangs out that is full of eyeballs, a smart guy with a huge head to contain huge brains with a rainbow protruding from it and his commentary on what is truth and what is real. And then….it all comes full circle? Seaguy is fed the ½-an-animal-on-a-stick and…goes insane? Or has this whole thing, the whole issue been a product of his dementia? What the hell is going on?!?!?
Seriously. I don’t know what to say. Um…..I liked the art? That was cool. Loved how Chubby the Tuna looks like he was drawn in 1963 for a separate comic book all together.
I’m guessing this is all somewhow a commentary on superheroes and our culture. But, honestly, I can’t really figure out what that commentary is supposed to be saying. And although the comic exhibits an enjoyable cleverness….I don’t really care to spend the time figuring it out. I mean, I’ve got a lot to do. Top of the list right now? Sleep. See. I’ve got a lot of sleeping to do. And I can’t waste that precious time trying to derive meaning out of this book. I'm sorry, but that's what it feels like I would be doing. Wasting time. I’m sure someone else, someone smarter than me, will do that just fine. I'm even thinking that's part of what the attraction is here--that it's the comic, sure, the comic is fine. But that the joy here must be in the figuring out. That's not really my bag. For now – I’m out.
-Nina Stone, 2009