Appleseed Comic Con sketch commission.
A couple nights ago, I watched Rosemary’s Baby for the first time ever (the original, not whatever in the sweet loving fuck that remake thing was). It’s definitely the very definition of a late 60s, early 70s horror film. More drama than anything else, slowly and deliberately paced, focusing more on tension and atmosphere than actual scares. I dug it, for the most part. Plus, I always appreciate Charles Grodin in even the smallest of roles. I did think the ending was incredibly funny, I’m not sure if it was supposed to be. But then again, a Satanic cult of elderly New Yorkers can’t possibly be taken seriously, right?
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Your Venom is sweet. I like it when he’s drawn scary but not crazily over exaggerated. Well done!