Sometimes you get the opportunity to review something amazingly fantastic and sometimes you get to review something that’s complete dog shit. Then there is the rare chance to review something that makes you reread the comic four or five times in various states of inebriation and you still don’t understand what it is you read… but you don’t hate it.
Space Circus is a prime example of the last option. I’ve reread this thing a few times now and I still don’t quite know how to qualify it in a category of either “HOLY SHIT BALLS! THIS IS AMAZING!!” or “Well… that’s 45 minutes I could have spent in chemotherapy.” This book is literally the Nicolas Cage of indie comics.