OK, I need to postpone my recap of Gil Thorp a day. First, it’s become a complicated strip and I’m adjusting to that. Second, while I don’t want to turn into a Funky Winkerbean snark blog — Son Of Stuck Funky is infinitely better than I could be at that, not least for their deep knowledge of Funky lore — I do sometimes need to holler when the story is getting somehow even more like that.
As has gone before, a content warning. The story was motivated by talking about the (fictional) victim of murder, and the strip I want to whinge about includes the gun used for that murder. If that isn’t your idea of recreational reading skip this and we’ll meet up tomorrow in Milford. Promise.
So it turns out I just assumed that Jessica Darling, in her search for some artifact of My Father John Darling, did not want the gun used to kill My Father John Darling. Nope! She took it, as well as a cracked coffee mug from the set of My Father John Darling’s talk show. And she has a plan for her husband, whom we snarkers all call Boy Lisa because he’s Dead Lisa Moore’s son and we can’t remember his actual name, about what to do with it. It is ‘Darin’. I think. Something like that, anyway. The plan has to be kept secret from us in the audience, because …
And just, I mean, you know? What the heck? What the absolute flipping heck is all this?
So I have no explanation for why she would take the gun used to kill My Father John Darling. Nor why she would bring it in to a home with an extremely young kid. I grant she could not possibly have been expecting to bring this home when she went out to meet Mitchell Knox, and can’t have got a secure space prepared. (And we still have not had it confirmed on-screen that there’s no bullets in there.) But I have no guesses at all what direction this story is going.
I have not seen a comic strip that hits this combination of being appalling and also compelling since the winding-down of For Better Or For Worse, around the time Lynn Johnston warned Lizabeth that if she didn’t give up on life and marry Granthony already she was going to kill Grandpa Jim.