The uneasy peace between the secessionists of “The Grass Kingdom” is shattered after the wife of the sheriff in the nearby town runs off to join them - yawn, conflict ensues…
Grass Kings is another Matt Kindt stinkbomb. The dull story is about one group of unlikeable twerps ragging on another group of unlikeable twerps. There’s a line at the start where one dickhead says “Welcome to the Grass Kingdom - where fools like you come to get their asses kicked” which essentially sums up the whole dismal, pointless mess: it’s a book about ignorant thugs who like to fight. Thanks, I hate it!
I mean, why is “The Grass Kingdom” important anyway? There are numerous flashbacks throughout showing conflict on this patch of dirt but so what - every area on the planet has a history of people through the ages fighting on it, what’s so special about this place?
Beyond the tedious gunplay between the morons, Kindt offers up a vague storyline of a killer from long ago that was never caught that authorities think came from the Kingdom while the leader of the group is dealing with his daughter going missing years ago, but it’s feeble stuff that completely failed to interest me. I couldn’t stand Tyler Jenkins’ watercolour art either - it’s as wishy-washy and unappealing as Kindt’s writing.
In Grass Kings Matt Kindt is basically trying to do what Jason Aaron did with Scalped and Brian Wood did with Briggs Land: write an engaging modern crime drama about American outsiders. Except Kindt isn’t nearly as talented a writer as either Aaron or Wood so you’re left with a boring, forgettable and stupid comic. Don’t bother with Grass Kings - do bother with Scalped and Briggs Land instead.
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