The strength of Winnebago Graveyard is, by far, its artwork. It is dark and horrific and sets the mood independent of any narrative. It is beautiful and intricate with every line and color full of detail to set realist scenes. Cinematic and tense, the Horror story hangs on the look and the feel and Sampson delivers.
I wish I could say the say for the writing. The story has yet to move beyond the familiar chestnut of the troubled family stranded in the spooky hotel in the creepy town with the sheriff who is no help at all. Will they pull together and survive? Will they be stronger for their ordeal? Should we care? That they have to ask what the people with the black robes and torches are up to just shows how lame the dialogue is and promises a fairly unsurprising tale of some mysterious cult.
That the story actually picks up when the words are removed may just mean that the dialogue and plot are the problem. Niles may have scripted the scenery and provided the imagery, but the people with the moving and the talking is not an area of expertise. This is a visual narrative with each frame giving the necessary information and moving the story along, but that’s all we get.