CURSE OF THE WERE-WOMAN
Written by Jason M. Burns, Illustrated by Christopher Provencher
Published by Devil’s Due Publishing
Meet Patrick Dalton, coveter of women and Exhibit A in the chauvinistic pig show room. Looking good and getting laid is what he does best, though he also donates some of his time to ladder climbing at the advertising agency he works for. Nothing pleases him more than pleasing himself and his lucky lady of the night, until one evening he bags a babe who decides to teach the randy Mr. Dalton a lesson.
The story premise obviously has been done before, and Burns follows the basic outline to a tee. Guy does bad things, guy is cursed by scorned woman in an ironic and fitting manner, guy is forced to endure the curse but ends up learning from his experience, finds his soul mate and becomes a better person, thus breaking the curse. Patrick is used to treating women as nighttime toys, so Tessa, jilted lover and practicing Wicca, curses him to become a woman every night when the sun sets. Due to his sudden case of evening-onset womanitis, Patrick spends his time with his new neighbor Amber doing girly things. Unsurprisingly, Patrick finds himself becoming emotionally attracted to his recent acquired gal pal, and as his eyes begin to open to the error of his past ways, he begins to fall in love with a woman who only knows him as a woman.
There is nothing about the plot which is unexpected, but that is not to say WERE-WOMAN isn’t entertaining and occasionally funny as hell. This is supposed to be a comedic comic book, and it succeeds at that. Several scenes Patrick/Patricia (woman version of Dalton) finds him/herself in are worth a few belly laughs (Patricia’s first experiences with a thong, stilettos and a tampon are my favorites), and there are more than a few winning one-liners sprinkled throughout the chapters. You can’t help but crack a grin after seeing the very first panel, which shows Patrick admiring himself in the mirror and his introductory words of “My name is Patrick Dalton and I am an alpha male.”
Laughs are certainly had, but there were several parts of the script which simply screamed it was written by a man. Just because Patrick turns into a woman at night, does he have to automatically have to notice the cute purse in the window and want to pick out pastel drapes? Having his testosterone replaced by estrogen doesn’t mean he can’t muster up the rage to get into a fight, and not all women are seduced by overpriced handbags and sip Cosmos when they get home. Overlooking these and a few other stereotypical scenes, this book can be read and appreciated by both genders.
The art is like the story: familiar and not too complicated, but well-crafted and enjoyable. Though the artist certainly doesn’t skimp on the cup sizes, Provencher delivers tasteful and realistically attractive women in this book. Coupled with Burns’ amusing spin on a standard story of lesson well learned, CURSE OF THE WERE-WOMAN is a fun read good for a hearty chuckle and more.