The Doorman #1 and #2 Review
I loved Heavy Metal magazine when I was in junior high, I think I was drawn to the lush artwork as well as the dismissive, authoritative way I could assert that the publication had nothing to do with the musical genre of the same title. And the tits. I was drawn to the tits. I brought an issue to school one day and passed it around the lunchroom, and was eventually caught by some monitor or other authority figure that confiscated the publication and forwarded it, along with myself, to the Dean’s Office. There, Mr. Whatsizname and I pored over the pages and praised the meticulous renderings therein, tits included, and then he gave the magazine back to me and told me never to bring it to school again. Well that has nothing to do with today’s Just For the Hell Of It Mondays review of The Doorman issues #1 and #2, except they’re put out by Heavy Metal Comics, which I didn’t know existed. And Kevin Eastman, aka Mr. One-half-of-the-guys-that-created-Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles seems to be in charge of the whole thing. Where the hell have I been? Either these comics contain little to no nudity, or my Tit-Radar is on the fritz. I won’t count that against the Doorman, so read on for my review of two whole comic books!
