Tank Girl

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Tank Girl, Volumes 1 & 2



Yet another unnecessary review of a well-known work.



How to describe Tank Girl to the uninitiated? Perhaps this’ll work:

Have you seen the movie? You have? Good. Well, imagine that the movie were ten thousand times zanier, without the central plot and sf aspects, and no Malcolm McDowell. This is the easiest way of explaining Tank Girl.



The basic idea is that a very selfish, rude and psychopathic tank driver with a large array of guns has buggered-off in the Australian Outback. Initially, a number of army types try to take her very large and expensive and above-all dangerous tank back. They fail, but bounty-hunters resurge from time to time. And unconnected eight-or-so page adventures involving meteors, a kangaroo boyfriend named Booga, Jet and Sub Girl, Jack Kerouac, killing, cameos by the authors and the disintegration of all internal logic, to the point where illogic makes sense, the fountain of youth, obscenity and more killing ensue.



There is also a gay koala and a Shakespearean mutant, but that is neither here nor there.



And that is all you need to know about Tank Girl. It is a seething mess of kinetic delights, with more energy than a four-year-old full of fudge, completely inexplicable and so delightful in its bizarreness that, though you realise the madness and nonsense of it all, this is precisely why it is so inexplicably awesome.



Perhaps in the latter volumes it mellows, or gains a plot, or there is some deep meaning or some such, but really I’m not too eager for this to be so.



In any event, this entirely unnecessary reviewer gives it an astronomical score for being the most entertainingly-fun thing I’ve read in aeons.



And the art is quite pretty, too.

[I, Brian]

Great stuff! A well loved series - which is precisely why I kept away from the film.

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