I treasure the things that make me laugh out loud — David Sedaris is one, Blazing Saddles is another. Achewood is not only one of the few comic strips that makes me laugh out loud on a regular basis, but it does even more: It regularly baffles, inspires and amazes me.
It’s just possible that Chris Onstad is the Wes Anderson of comic artists, and to peek inside Onstad’s brain would be like spending a day at the Friar’s Club with the illegitimate son of Charlie Chaplin and Lenny Bruce. That’s the cleverest thing I’ll come up with, so the review is going to be all downhill from here, but keep reading, because Achewood is amazing.
