The Drive In, Joe R. Landsale’s ridiculously Texan tale of blood and popcorn, is one o’ my favorite books of all time, a slam-bang, action-packed movie-of-the-mind that’s a funny as it is sick, and baby, it is plenty sick. Filming the story would’ve probably cost a bazillion dollars, so here’s the next best thing- a serialized comic book that slashes the original story into a non-stop splatfest of apocalyptic grue and snarky laffs. Guinaldo’s compelling artwork frames an entire universe-gone-mad in every caption, and if ya stare at them long enuff, I swear to god, they start to move all on their own.

The story? Well, it’s about 4 pals that head out to a dusk-till dawn horror-thon at a drive-in rural Texas circa back in the day when they actually had drive-ins. All’s going swell until a comet blazes through the sky and steals the whole entire world EXCEPT for the drive-in. I mean, everything else is gone, and if they try to split the lot into the inky blackness outside, they get melted into goo. So, they’re all fucked.

Nuthin’ to do, then, ‘cept for watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre for the 700th time, eat popcorn and rubbery hot dogs, drink orange soda, wage tribal warfare, shoot each other in the face, engage in sex n’ blood orgies, gorge on raw babies, and, eventually, mutate into strange, god-like creatures with ill-intent, like the Popcorn King.

If that sounds like a freakshow to you, man, ya don’t know the half of it. The Drive In-the-mini-series is wildly hallucinogenic, profane, disgusting, hip, and hilarious. It is complete mayhem drawn once crazed drawing at a time. It fuckin’ rocks, Tex. Don’t miss it.

-Sleazegrinder
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