The Flintstones

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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This is a wildly inventive telling of The Flintstones for a contemporary age. Like the original Hanna-Barbera show, it's written with an adult audience in mind – unlike the original show, it is not written with kids in mind. That was a strength of the original, and a weakness of the comic. Fred and Barney are war vets, dealing with the atrocities they witnessed (as are some others, but not as well). Mr. Slate's an greedy, untrustworthy sort (he was probably that way in the cartoon, but he was at least funny). Pebbles and Bam-Bam are teens, but pretty much what you remember. Wilma's a frustrated artist, Betty's . . . well, Betty. Same for Dino.

Really, all the markers of the show are present – punny business/location names, animals-as-appliances that talk to each other, the ridiculous clothing choices for Fred and Barney. Russell uses our Modern Stone Age Family to make all sorts of social commentary (again, like the original) while telling pretty episodic stories about religion, marriage, war, consumerism, elitism, and aliens. Russell draws on the source material, but changes it as he sees fit, without mocking much about it – and while I have giant issues with his social commentary, I think it was the right way to go with this. But man . . . he started with a fairly joy-less perspective (but there was some sense of fun, some sense of play) and he got more series as the collection went on.

I mean . . . how do you not have fun with those folks from the town of Bedrock?

The real saving grace of this collection, the highlight is Pugh's art. I simply love it – covers, panels, everything. I couldn't get enough of it. I don't know if there was a drawing anywhere in it that I didn't think was in the neighborhood of perfect. And I don't know how much credit Russell gets for background elements (store names, etc.), but since I don't know, I'm going to give it all to Pugh. There sense of play, the sense of fun is present in his drawings (while not betraying the feel of the script). His character design was fantastic, the art was dynamic and he simply captivated me. But man, give Bam-Bam a haircut.

I appreciated the effort – and figure many people will appreciate it more than me – and I'm glad I read it. But I can't help but feel that Russell squandered a bit of the opportunity. Still, a Yabba-Dabba-Doo time awaits the reader.