Royal Blood

The art is gorgeous. Absolutely and utterly beautiful. Liu did a phenomenal job with every panel.

The story, eh, not so much.

Everyone is pretty much awful in this, which is fine; but that only works when the writing is good. The writing here is clunky and dense and so very, very purple. Purple prose becomes purple dialogue here. And lots of ucky things happen–assumed incest between a father and daughter (who aren't actually related, but they don't know that), and that gets creepy. The absurd men's romance angle is like bad fantasy on steroids. No, no, I realize Jodorowsky is supposed to be all that, and maybe his movies are. But this graphic novel was just ridiculous. I don't know how many times I rolled my eyes reading the corny dialogue.