The best thing about Winnebago Graveyard is the artwork which is quite good. It is sweeping and cinematic, bold and evocative. It is beautiful and creepy and gruesome in all the right places. The strength of the narrative rests on Sampson’s rich ability to show rather than tell. A skill that is woefully lacking in the writing, however.
Clearly Niles must have seen some of the same B movies that I have. A fan recognizes a fan, but where he may be attempting homage or emulation, what he produced instead is derivative drivel. That’s not to say Winnebago Graveyard is terrible, it is okay, just uninspired. Thankfully in this issue we get to see some of the hell spawn that has been plaguing this stereotypical rural locale.
I just wish there was better balance and more depth. I can’t watch people that I have no interest in be in peril when there is no reason to care if they live or die. Maybe the monsters are scary, but the people, whether good or bad or misguided, are barely even two-dimensional. The good news is that I have no idea where this is going. The bad news is that I don’t see a lot of incentive to hang around long enough to find out.