"People said we were evil, but they missed the point, It was just high spirits!"
Kill Your Boyfriend is an odd book. It's gleefully alternative, it's never reasonable, and it comes off as fetishistic at first blush -- "Oh, a cute school girl and an older man going on a sexy crime spree together!" It reads like the synopsis of a one handed read, to be honest.
It's not, though. It's a weird, joyful ode to young love and anarchy couched in an era that has firmly passed but reigns as the fashionable nostalgic throw back.
It begins with our lead character, a middle school girl who just wants to get laid and who seems to have decided life is pointless horseshit. When she runs out on night as her parents argue over her, (It seems Dad is a creep who's obsessed with what she has on under her uniform and is trying to blame her for his lusty attentions) she winds up running into the arms of the town bad boy who gets her drinking and convinces her it's time to kill her inattentive, abstinent boyfriend right away.
They do the deed, fall madly in love and start their crime spree -- they put on costumes, do every kind of drug they can and start fucking, killing and hitchhiking their way to help a motley group of equally hedonistic art students blow up a government monuments as an artistic statement. One thing leads to another, though, and their crimes catch up with them, resulting in a conclusion that with the exception of one kind of honed in little plot twist is definitely worth not spoiling.
This is one of my favorite one shots of all time, and is Grant Morrison in excellent form. It's a grindhouse movie in comic format and maintains an excellent pace that doesn't leave anything behind but moves so fast you can't help but feel it. If you see this one, definitely grab it!
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