Preacher is a comic that is full of disgusting, horrible jokes made by disgusting, horrible people in a disgusting, horrible hell of America.
Or so it would seem.
In reality, Preacher is touching and thoughtful in a way that so few comics are. The villain of the series is toxic masculinity. The aesthetic hides the series’ true, sensitive nature, much like how American societal values mask many men’s soft emotional cores with steely shells made of bottled sadness and imprisoned trauma. For every joke about Arseface, there’s Jesse’s dad saying, well… y’know…
But, that’s my interpretation of the comic. And it’s one that is based on two readings of the series, both from quite a few years ago. My question is thus: is Preacher the eternally relevant, emotionally charged epic I remember it as, or is it another outdated piece of ‘90s extremism that belongs next to Liefeld’s X-Force and Savage Dragon on the shelf?
- Preacher is a classic.
- Preacher is a relic.