I am reviewing Todd. For now.
The prologue to Todd: I am terrified. This is a dead man. A dead man speaks to me from his grave. This is the blackest of horror.
Todd’s face: corpselike, Tombstone-like. Do you remember that character Tombstone? From Marvel Comics? He was a spider-man villain?
Tombstone was dead. That was his gimmick. You couldn’t hurt him: he was dead. Nothing could hurt him. Bullets? No. Dead. Knives? No. Dead.
Dynamite? No. Dead. Dinosaurs. No. Dead. Nuclear fucking bombs? No. Dead. A goddamn Protoss Mothership? No. Fucking Dead.
Tombstone is dead. You can’t hurt him. And he looks just like Sweeney Todd. You Can’t Hurt a Dead Man.
I am terrified.