![]() ![]() However, there’s a very clever and viable reason for the mundane underpinnings, and Morrison’s skill is in making the SF/horror mash-up work for so long before the big reveal. It’s therefore all in the trimmings, and Morrison supplies those by the bucket, on the scale from conceptual to downright coarse. When half a dozen specialists are introduced in a dangerous situation, the expectation is surely that few, if any, will still be around for a desperate final chapter, and we know despite his many failings Nameless is being set up to save the day. It’s Morrison toying with form, in some respects hacking out a mystical SF thriller to conform to expectation. The dissolute magician damaging himself as much as others is a walking, talking cliché, but Grant Morrison’s swaggering, preposterously macho dialogue and constant stream of occult-sounding babble crosses a bridge. ![]() ![]() ![]() Is Nameless a name? It’s one of several questions to ponder in the deliberately disorienting opening chapter about a mystic dabbler tasked with saving the world. ![]()
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