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A review by dantastic
Absolute Swamp Thing by Len Wein and Bernie Wrightson by Len Wein
4.0
When scientist Alec Holland and his wife Linda are murdered to gain access to their bio-restorative formula, Alec rises from his watery grave as Swamp Thing!
Absolute Swamp Thing by Len Wein and Bernie Wrightson collects a story from The House of Secrets #92 and Swamp Thing #1-13. While Len Wein writes all the issues, Bernie handles the art on 1-10 and Nestor Redondo handles the rest. Once I forgave Nestor for not being Bernie, it was all good.
So the contents are the same as Swamp Thing: The Bronze Age, Vol. 1 apart from the bonus features. I didn't realize it had already been four years since I least read these issues. As I said in that review, this very much feels like EC putting out a Hulk comic in the 1950s. The art is moody as hell and Len Wein must have been as happy as a pig in shit writing his horror captions.
The stories are linked but are pretty much one and done with Swamp Thing's wanderings with Matt Cable on his tail as the glue that holds things together. I said this felt like a Marvel book the last time I read it and still feel that way. It still feels like a horror take on The Hulk to me, making it an ancestor of sorts to Immortal Hulk, which I'll probably re-read sometime in the near future.
The ending was open but felt like a good stopping point since both Wein and Wrightson were gone by the next issue. Four years later, I still think this is one of the better DC runs of the 1970s. Four out of five stars.
Absolute Swamp Thing by Len Wein and Bernie Wrightson collects a story from The House of Secrets #92 and Swamp Thing #1-13. While Len Wein writes all the issues, Bernie handles the art on 1-10 and Nestor Redondo handles the rest. Once I forgave Nestor for not being Bernie, it was all good.
So the contents are the same as Swamp Thing: The Bronze Age, Vol. 1 apart from the bonus features. I didn't realize it had already been four years since I least read these issues. As I said in that review, this very much feels like EC putting out a Hulk comic in the 1950s. The art is moody as hell and Len Wein must have been as happy as a pig in shit writing his horror captions.
The stories are linked but are pretty much one and done with Swamp Thing's wanderings with Matt Cable on his tail as the glue that holds things together. I said this felt like a Marvel book the last time I read it and still feel that way. It still feels like a horror take on The Hulk to me, making it an ancestor of sorts to Immortal Hulk, which I'll probably re-read sometime in the near future.
The ending was open but felt like a good stopping point since both Wein and Wrightson were gone by the next issue. Four years later, I still think this is one of the better DC runs of the 1970s. Four out of five stars.