Baseball caps and awful facial hair are very much in evidence in this affectionate look at the San Diego Comic-Con, directed by Morgan Spurlock (himself, of course, no stranger to the dreadful moustache). We meet the owner of Mile High Comics (who has a stock of 8million comics) hoping to sell the first issue of 1940's 'Red Raven Comics' for a cool $500,000; the young woman marshaling her troupe of costume parade participants (as part of which she has created a nifty moving face mask - we tried hard in the early 90s' UK Comic Art Convention, but this is a different league altogether!); there are a couple of wannabe artists - one promising, one whose ambition is perhaps bigger than his ability; and the young man planning to propose to his girlfriend during one of the panels - except she won't leave him alone long enough for him to collect the custom-designed ring he's commissioned. Many professionals are interviewed: Kevin Smith is especially funny ("At Comic-Con now are all these fourteen- and fifteen year-old girls dressed as vampire chicks who in five years' time are going to be so slutty and absolutely perfect...")
Comics- and media fans are, of course, an easy target for lampooning, but this film treats everyone with respect and shows how important Comic-Con is for many people who appreciate the chance not to feel embarrassed about their hobby, and who love being able to talk to like-minded people who understand: "It's like having your own country" says one woman, and how right she is.
Comics- and media fans are, of course, an easy target for lampooning, but this film treats everyone with respect and shows how important Comic-Con is for many people who appreciate the chance not to feel embarrassed about their hobby, and who love being able to talk to like-minded people who understand: "It's like having your own country" says one woman, and how right she is.