Everybody Loves A Happy Ending : Corinne Halbert’s “Acid Nun” #3


In the immortal (at least by my admittedly inexpert estimation) words of the just-recently-reemerged Roland Orzabal, “Don’t you just love a happy ending? Yeah, well so do I.” And if I may add a caveat of my own to that lyric : I especially love them when they’re earned.

And if there’s anyone who has earned one, it’s our titular Acid Nun herself, Annie, who’s travelled through every level of cosmic hell and then some in her search for reunification with cohorts/lovers Elinore and (yes, that) Baphomet, and in many ways the worst is yet to come in the pages of the newly-self-published Acid Nun #3 — but so, thankfully, is delicious comeuppance and joyous homecoming. I know, I know — sic the spoiler police on me.

Still, in my defense, I’ll say that I’m deliberately treading lightly here in terms of specific plot details, and really the plot’s never been a complex affair in Halbert’s now-concluded trilogy anyway — its themes, however, certainly are, given that they revolve around abuse, alienation, longing, self-acceptance and self-love, and even (to the consternation of some, I’m sure) the “big two” of sex and death. Primarily, though, I think Halbet’s principal concern — one filtered through her own utterly unique view of various pagan and pagan-adjacent magickal traditions (most especially, this time out, the tarot) and genuinely decadent blend of the sexual and the psychedelic — is exploring what it really means to be your own, authentic self, and to make your metaphorical home within that inviolable sphere that you create.

Talking of home — they do say that’s where the heart is, and in Halbert’s case that means it’s right here in these pages. She mentions in her afterword (by the way, the “bonus” material here also includes stunning pin-up artwork by Haleigh Buck, Katie Skelly, and Dead Meat Design) that she put her all into this project, but with all due respect, there was no need to say so : the proof was there in every layout, ever line, every design, and certainly in every color choice. This has been one of the most visually arresting comics in recent memory from the outset, and the degree to which Halbert has seen each sumptuously-rendered page as a challenge to herself to keeping upping the creative ante is equal parts obvious and awe-inspiring. Flipping back through the first two issues in preparation for reading this finale was literally a process of charting and mapping one artist’s growth (both in terms of technique and, more importantly, confidence) right in plain sight.

I know, I know, I’m gushing like a fanboy, but my goodness, just look at the pages included with this review that I lazily (but legally) purloined from Halbert’s own website — is there any reason why I shouldn’t be? The care and craft that went into creating these images, these characters, this universe is really something to behold, as well as something to treasure. Sure, there is plenty on offer both in this issue specifically and in this series as a whole that will challenge and perhaps upset (before ultimately rewarding, I promise) survivors of awful shit and send the prudish and uptight to the medicine cabinet for a suppository, but most worthwhile art prods, protests, and provokes as a matter of course. Halbert has plenty to say about patriarchy, repression, subjugation, intolerance, and other oppressive forces — but in the end, she beats them all with love. For her story, for her characters, for her art, for her readers (yes, that means you) and, above all, for herself.

“And all your love will shine for everyone” seems the apropos thing to say at this juncture, just to bring things back to where we started this review. Halbert’s love is shining for everyone in this comic, so go on and be good to yourself. Buy it, read it, and love it right back.

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Acid Nun #3 is available for $12 directly from Corinne Halbert at https://corinnehalbert.bigcartel.com/product/acid-nun-no-3

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Film Review: The Weekend Away (dir by Kim Farrant)


“First time in Croatia?” asks handsome taxi driver Zain (Ziad Bakri).

As soon as Beth (Leighton Meester) answers in the affirmative, we know that she’s in trouble.  If you’ve seen enough thrillers, you know that any trip to another country is going to lead to trouble.  Beth may think that she’s just going to be spending a week or two with her wild best friend, Kate (Christina Wolfe), but we know that something bad is going to down.  And the minute that Kate insists that Beth dress up and go to a club with her, we know that someone is going to end up missing.

The next morning, Beth wakes up with a hangover, a cluttered villa, and an absent best friend.  Where is Kate?  Kate and Beth were supposed to go on bicycle tour but now, Kate is nowhere to be found!  More than one person suggests that maybe she didn’t want to do the whole cycling thing.  I don’t blame her.  You go, Kate!  Don’t let your friend guilt you into doing something that lame!

However, Beth starts to have flashbacks to the night at the bar.  It turns out that Beth is almost as much of a lightweight as I am when it comes to drinking because a glass of wine has totally wrecked her memory.  When Kate’s landlord mentions that Kate brought two men back to the villa with them, Beth starts to think that something terrible has happened to Kate!  The police soon agree with her but they think that Beth is the culprit!

Teaming up with Zain, Beth starts to investigate on her own.  Her husband (Luke Norris) is not happy to learn that, while he’s in London with their baby, his wife is running around Croatia with a sensitive and widowed taxi driver,  Needless to say, it soon turns out that just about everyone involved has a secret that they’re trying to hide.

The Weekend Away is the latest Netflix original thriller.  It starts out on a good note, with Kate and Beth catching up on their lives in Croatia.  Leighton Meester and Christina Wolfe are convincing as old friends who have followed different life paths and Croatia itself looks both inviting and ominous at the same time.  Unfortunately, once Kate disappears, the film gets a bit uneven and some of the characters do some things that don’t really make sense and the actors themselves sometimes seem to be struggling to find a way to make their dialogue sound credible.  The film starts with a lot of promise but the mystery itself turn out to not be as interesting as one might hope.  That’s my long-winded way of saying that you’ll figure out what happened long before anyone else in the film does.

Again, it’s an uneven film but I do like to focus on the positive so I will say that the film was nice to look at.  The scenes in the club were well-directed and captured both the chaos and the fun of discovering an exciting city for the first time.  Leighton Meester and Christina Wolfe were convincing as friends and Luke Norris kept you guessing as Beth’s husband.  It’s the Netflix equivalent of fast food.  It’s the type of film that you enjoy for what it is and then you forget about it a few hours later.

Music Video of the Day: King of a Tragedy by Isak Danielson (2022, dir by Kalle Möller)


This is an enjoyably atmospheric music video.  It makes me want to read a paperback epic about intrigue in a royal court.

Enjoy!

I wanna burn in the fire below
I wanna dance with the devil you know
take me to heaven and don’t let me go
I am the king of a tragedy

Waking up to hear the siren
you’re the poison in my blood
I could do without the violence
god knows I’m not that tough

I keep loosing all my virtues ’
i’m a magnet to your pain
Waking up to hear the siren

I wanna burn in the fire below
I wanna dance with the devil you know
take me to heaven and don’t let me go
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy

I wanna surrender and sacrifice
the fear that I feel when I look in your eyes
Please take me to heaven before I die
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy

Every word you say is fragile
It’s like a walk on broken glass
I’m like a deer, so scared of your headlights
you got your right foot hard on the gas
can we stay right here forever
you make it hard to run away
Every word you say is fragile

I wanna burn in the fire below
I wanna dance with the devil you know
Take me to heaven and don’t let me go
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy

I wanna surrender and sacrifice
the fear that I feel when I look in your eyes
Please take me to heaven before I die
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy

ooohh I wanna see what it feels like
to run into your headlights
oooh you know me I’m craving the spotlight

I wanna burn in the fire below
I wanna dance with the devil you know
Take me to heaven and don’t let me go
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy

I wanna burn in the fire below
I wanna dance with the devil you know
Take me to heaven and don’t let me go
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy

I wanna surrender and sacrifice
the fear that I feel when I look in your eyes
Please take me to heaven before I die
I am the king of a tragedy
king of a tragedy