CSI: SERIAL
Max Allan Collins, Gabriel Rodriguez and Ashley Wood
IDW Publishing/Titan Books

Not content with having one successful series, the makers of ultramodern forensic drama CSI: Crime Scene Investigations decided to create a sister show, CSI: Miami. This spin-off, which saw David Caruso playing the best Batman outside of Gotham City, also did very well, after some initial cast problems, and after a while, it was decided that a third series would be commissioned: CSI: New York. This show was notable for being the one to take the number of fictional policemen on the streets of the Big Apple past the number of actual policemen. But that wasn’t enough.

The makers of CSI decided that it might be fun to take the already popular formula to an entirely new medium. And so it was that CSI: The Comic Book was created.

And an entire world held its breath.

Well, I may be embellishing things a little. But to be fair, I was a bit nervous when I picked this book up. I’ve had bad experiences with licensed comics before, you see. Often, the characters look either too little like their TV counterparts, or they look like they’ve been traced from stock photographs, and so convey very little character.

The last good spin-off comic I read was the Red Dwarf Smegazine, which combined adaptations of the TV shows with original short strips. While many of the stories were…awful, many of them were fantastic, retaining the puckishness of the TV show and the easy mutual abusiveness of the cast.

There is a point to all this, by the way. The point is, I held out little hope that Serial would live up to the standards of CSI, and as I opened the book to the first page, I resigned myself to so much service station baguette disappointment.

Which just goes to show that I shouldn’t be a betting man.

CSI: Serial follows the original Las Vegas cast (the bookish, detached Gil Grissom, the intuitive and wry Catherine Willows, et al.) as they hunt a serial killer who seeks to re-enact the world’s first and most famous such crime. Unfortunately, this modern-day Jack has chosen to strike during the biggest Ripper convention ever held. Fortunately for the victims, both potential and post-mortem, Grissom and the team are not easily deceived…

It is, perhaps, a little unfortunate that the first CSI comic should choose to exploit the Ripper story in this way. After all, one of the most well respected books in the modern history of Comics is Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell’s Ripper novel From Hell (itself translated into a forensic fantasy film). Many readers might find this furrow ploughed to death…so to speak.

But the truth is that the similarities between Serial and From Hell end with the reconstruction of Jack’s crimes. Serial is really more of a procedural novel than From Hell, whose lyrical atrocities were as much about the forging of history as they were about five murdered women. And, indeed, Serial ends up being as much about the motive behind the crimes as it is the mechanics of tracking the criminal.

Max Allan Collins is a veteran author of detective fiction. He is also a well-regarded writer of comics, whose Westernisation of the Lone Wolf comics, Road to Perdition, was itself adapted for the big screen, to Oscar-winning effect. This clearly made him the ideal choice for a book like Serial. His dialogue is a little flowery in places, and his opening captions are a little cheesy, but the voices of the real-life cast come through nicely, and the exposition is kept to the minimum. Collins captures Grissom’s keen intellect and his measured, calm, yet efficient approach to his work. Collins also does a fine job with the much more accessible Catherine Willows, and the younger members of the cast. The only criticism I have of the writing is that, in one scene, Collins appears to have Grissom mixed up with The Shield’s Vic Mackey.

It helps that the cast look exactly like they do on the telly. Gabriel Rodriguez captures each cast member, from the avuncular Captain Brass to the gosharootie charm of Nick Stokes. Again, it is the character of Catherine Willows (played by Marg Helgenberger) who pops off the page from panel one. The storytelling is crisp, and the characters get to emote with all the skill of the real deal.

The only major departure from the slavish aping of the TV show is in the sections where the crimes are reconstructed. Where, on the show, each gunshot, stabbing or overdose is brought to vivid forensic life through high-definition CGI and modelwork, the comic takes a different approach. The popular comic painter Ashley Wood produces each reconstruction, and with his trademarked ethereality, concentrates on the emotional impact of the crime on the reader, rather than the gritty detail of bullet trajectories, and so on. This experimental technique works extremely well, and likely saves pages and pages of story.

While Serial isn’t quite as good as the very best of CSI, it certainly stands alongside the majority of episodes, which is a sure sign of the book’s quality. It is, however, far and away the best licensed/spin-off comic in recent memory, and a great little procedural in its own right. It stands alongside Kane and Gotham Central as one of the few really good cop comics, and even were I not a massive fan of the TV show, I would still be hungry and eager for more, as soon as I can get to the comic shop.

With books starring both the Miami and New York teams on the shelves (or the horizon), as well as comics based on The Shield and 24 available now, CSI: Serial is at the vanguard of a new wave of adaptations that treat the license as a privilege to be proved worthy of, instead of an excuse for shoddy comics. It will almost certainly put the “graphic” back into “graphic novel.”

Case closed.

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Review Text (C) Matthew Craig

Originally published in the pop culture magazine Robot Fist