“Highly Articulated Action Figure Set” From Unbox Industries
I’ve been extravagant twice within a month much to the chagrin of my wife. She now knows about the one, but not about the other that will be arriving (c’mon Sam). The other is a surprise, love. I bought two pieces of 2000ad merchandise.
I read loads of comics, but it is only with 2000ad that common sense deserts me and I want to buy merchandise. The desire to maintain a healthy bank balance is ignored and I buy stuff. I buy original art from the prog’ – I have a desire to own all the action figures – not the statues / static figures oddly enough (though that Hammerstein one from Dark World Creations IS tempting) – just action figures.
I am most proud of the 3A Mongrol and Ro Jaws on my fish tank – imposing plastic icons, impressing my male friends, but leaving my female friends to indiscreetly whisper questions on my sanity to my wife.
Anyhoo. Zombo is the result of a drunken purchase a few weeks ago (end of May?). I deliberated, dithered and cogitated for a few hours, but a few ciders later and my debit card slipped out of my wallet all too easily. If it were Nemesis, to Alpha, there would have been no hesitation. Zombo doesn’t have that same level of affection or draw. Having said that, it is one of the best things that has been in 2000ad for years (and to be fair lately there has been a lot of good stuff). Perfect for Tooth’, a black and sharp script, humour, violence, satire, and fantastic art (Henry Flint strikes again).
Zombo : secret government experiment and wannabe singer. The result of melding a human ghoul with a zombie and installing a back up brain containing a different personality in his arse. A rotting X factor candidate, followed everywhere by a “Death Shadow”, a mysterious, dark, cloudy morass that kills stuff.
Zombo hasn’t been around for long, but has been quite the hit. Even so, action figure material? Not sure.
Working from home today, every time I have to get up from typing away I lurk around by the door, hoping the postman will be delivering goodies. Teasing me, he delivers my wife’s current affairs magazine and bills, and just as I walk away, <kerthunk>, a foreign jiffy bag bounces off the quarry tiles, the dogs lunge forward to sniff/eat. I rescue the brown paper covered treasure. I open it, and it is Zombo, here after a month of anticipation.
Back to my workstation, Zombo sits there alongside the computer. Between typing reports sending e-mails and writing presentations I glance at him, unsure what to do now he has arrived. Shall I open him? Shall I leave him sealed? Which leads onto other questions, why would I leave him sealed?? Even if I opened him, I’d keep the packaging (like I did with all the others).What a dilemma. The cauldron of world war III slowly simmering to a boil in Eastern Europe, and the West’s procrastination has nothing on this kind of dithering and indecisiveness.
John Burdis – keeper of the cellar of Dredd (coupled with the consumption of the contents of a bottle of wine) convinced me. Like Ricky Martin -he’s coming out.
Gingerly, I try and prize the plastic blister away from the backing card, trying to minimise the tears to the packing. I successfully inveigle my target out of the packaging without completely splitting the packing and…………………
I’m underwhelmed. I thought he was a tad small anyway, I try to move his arms and legs, no luck with the legs, completely rigid. I try to twist the head – no luck either. I move an arm – it falls off.
Hmmmmmm. They saw me coming.
To be fair, they didn’t hide the size – if I’d read the description (rather than drunkenly just clicked “pay”), then I’d have understood that he was “Star Wars” figures sized. But being the impetuous, profligate, inebriated bum that I am, I didn’t.
The description of “highly articulated deluxe figure set” is more a reflection of the character, rather than the physical characteristics of the toy. Oh yeah, it’s a joke. I get it now.
Other than the danger of our hero’s arm popping out of its socket every time you move it; it’s quite a good representation. Nice detail, good Larry from “Cameo” codpiece, perhaps not enough brain matter showing. Bodywork is perhaps a little shiny? A bit too glossy? Couldn’t they have provided a copy of the Death Shadow with him?