Ice Cream Pants begins its slide from a fairly mediocre series to a crappy one with Volume 3: Hopscotch Melange. None of its four stories were all that.
There’s a cliched Latin soap opera-esque romance story about a couple of star-crossed lovers in 1919 Mexico where the woman is betrothed to a man she doesn’t love (and resembles the Ice Cream Man, Rick). It plays out predictably and doesn’t help that half of it is in untranslated Spanish - good luck if you can’t read it!
Some guy gets trapped in a series of reality shows. I didn’t get the point of it - they definitely weren’t entertaining. The space story was the worst of the bunch. Cliched as any space horror, it’s as obtuse as the opening western story and left me as cold as the vacuum of the cosmos itself.
The opening western story was the only one that didn’t totally suck. It’s about the demon Rick and the man in black hunting him, Caleb. It’s odd in that we’re getting more info on these recurring characters but that it only raises more questions as to who they are and what they’re doing. Still, it was at least original and imaginative with parts of it being compelling.
Martin Morazzo’s art is as consistently high quality as W. Maxwell Prince’s writing is inconsistently all over the shop. There’s not a lot of good stuff in Hopscotch Melange though and the third volume mostly misses far more than it hits.
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