the artistic talents of R. Crumb and Fantagraphics and the writing talents of a privileged 14 year old boy circa 1987 and Ta Da!…you would have Superjail! This is not so much the thinking man’s comedy as it is the artists blank canvas. And some how, that’s the appeal. While most shows concentrate on a balance of visual viscosity and written artistry, this show does nothing of the sort. Instead, it takes it’s talent and forms it into aluminum knitting needles aimed for the eyes. The art is the spearhead that protrudes and provokes the story. It’s an asylum run by the insane with varying agendas to house the ultra-violent and serve as fodder for a variety of unspeakable experiments.In other words, it’s like nothing you have ever experienced in any adult-swim format but retains a quality that is still vaguely familiar. Like a Green Day song.
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February 12, 2010
SUPERJAIL!
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the artistic talents of R. Crumb and Fantagraphics and the writing talents of a privileged 14 year old boy circa 1987 and Ta Da!…you would have Superjail! This is not so much the thinking man’s comedy as it is the artists blank canvas. And some how, that’s the appeal. While most shows concentrate on a balance of visual viscosity and written artistry, this show does nothing of the sort. Instead, it takes it’s talent and forms it into aluminum knitting needles aimed for the eyes. The art is the spearhead that protrudes and provokes the story. It’s an asylum run by the insane with varying agendas to house the ultra-violent and serve as fodder for a variety of unspeakable experiments.In other words, it’s like nothing you have ever experienced in any adult-swim format but retains a quality that is still vaguely familiar. Like a Green Day song.
the artistic talents of R. Crumb and Fantagraphics and the writing talents of a privileged 14 year old boy circa 1987 and Ta Da!…you would have Superjail! This is not so much the thinking man’s comedy as it is the artists blank canvas. And some how, that’s the appeal. While most shows concentrate on a balance of visual viscosity and written artistry, this show does nothing of the sort. Instead, it takes it’s talent and forms it into aluminum knitting needles aimed for the eyes. The art is the spearhead that protrudes and provokes the story. It’s an asylum run by the insane with varying agendas to house the ultra-violent and serve as fodder for a variety of unspeakable experiments.In other words, it’s like nothing you have ever experienced in any adult-swim format but retains a quality that is still vaguely familiar. Like a Green Day song.


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