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Futurama Comics #49

Posted: Saturday, May 29, 2010
By: Ray Tate

Ian Boothby
Mike Kazaleh(p), Dan Davis(i), Art Villanueva(c)
Bongo Comics
Plot? We don't need no steekin' plot. Boothby stitches together some funny set-pieces, my favorite being physics meeting devil dolls, but in the end, the sections fail to connect.

In the first sketch, Leela goes on a date with Cthulhu. The close encounter serves as an excuse for Lovecraft jokes as one might expect, but the gut-buster involves Bender.

The characters then wander into a futuristic stress test. A badly damaged Bender must reboot his humor chip, and he goes the vent figure route for stand-up comedy. As one may expect, this leads to the evil lil’ Fry on the cover. The miniature maniacal manifestation of course retreads a classic Treehouse of Horror parody.

Meanwhile in the B story, the stressed out Leela must take Yoga classes. Unfortunately for her, they're being taught by her former insectoid martial arts instructor who also harbors a universal hatred of women. I accent universal because he hates women from every species.

Leela's stressed out state may explain why she looks so frumpy. Mike Kazaleh and Dan Davis are off their game this issue. The proportions of Leela's head are out of synch. Admittedly, Leela's a Cyclops, but the monocular isn't the problem.

Leela’s upper lip and nose aren't large enough. The usually brilliant Art Villanueva adds to the problem. The way he applies lipstick makes Leela resemble a clown. With the too heavy fuchsia ring girding her mouth, Leela's lips consistently distract, and not in a good come-hither way either.

Leela's wardrobe needs an extreme makeover. When she's in her flight clothes, she looks a little better, but she's not svelte enough. At times she appears squat, and her hip size quadruples.

Perhaps, Kazaleh and Davis are attempting to make a statement about the link between weight gain and fatigue, but a book like Futurama Comics relies heavily on visual consistency, and nobody in the book points out how unusual Leela looks.

Things grow worse when Leela is alone. The horrid hot yellow full-body night dress she wears is completely out of character. In the scenes I've seen on Futurama, Leela wears tank tops and briefs to bed. So, either everybody dropped the ball on this one, or they're trying to say something that isn't very clear.

The repetition of a famous Simpsons episode, the higgledy-piggledy plot threads so very loosely laced and the hit to the art forces me to recommend this issue of Futurama Comics only for completists.

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