Page 45 Review by Stephen
Some fantastically framed compositions using tunnel entrances, roof-top vistas and even far-off fanned vault ceilings in order to emphasise the epic scale and, at times, trepidation. In addition, the colour schemes in soft sandy hues or pinks and deep, deep purples are what do this for me.
Hupo is an anthropomorphic pup with no internal editor. Enthusiasm is a wonderful thing, but a one-track mind without an ‘off’ button or an awareness of your put upon audience’s own individualities and, therefore, sensibilities isn’t going to endear you to all. And it doesn’t.
Hupo will not shut up about The Adventures of Great Humdingo, and the book about him which just gets better every time Hupo reads it... 762 times and counting. Random strangers in the street are accosted as they try to go about their innocent business and, oh god, imagine being trapped behind a counter like the poor cat selling hats. Hupo tries on every single hat – which gives him ample time to expound – but I didn’t spot him actually buying one.
“Never ever, whatever the weather, be anything but yourself,” Hupo keeps quoting, and that sounds splendid advice on the surface – there’s certainly no point in pretending to be someone you’re not – but you do need to consider others. You could, you know, learn to modulate yourself. It’ll still be authentically you, plus you’ll have grown. It’s called self-discipline. Your parents might teach you, I dunno. Mine never taught me.
Aaaanyway the third thing which impressed me no end about alllll of this is how integral it is to the fantastical mystery ahead, then the revelation / confrontation itself. It’s very, very satisfying indeed.
