Underwinter is pretty. It is also scary. It is smart and deep and ever so creepy. It is a mind-bending pastel watercolor nightmare that has to be seen to be believed. This introductory story is a marvelous example of how a singular vision can come together in vivid authority when the creator, writer, and artist are the same person.
We aren’t told much more than that a string quartet (with money and other troubles) is contracted to play in a mansion in the woods for a great deal of money. They figure that the caveat that they have to perform costumed and blindfolded is nothing more than some Eyes Wide Shut playacting by bored aristocrats. As much as we know this will not end well, the pacing is subtle, the characters three-dimensional, and the suspense is spine tingling throughout.
In just this first issue and with minimal detail concerning what the spooky rich people are really up to, it is easy to get hooked. With only the faintest hints at the terror to come, Underwinter promises a unique take on the sinister cult horror trope.
A classic story told well and leaving me wanting more. I thought it was over too soon, and it left my anticipation for the next chapter so great as to be uncomfortable.