Doctor Grordbort's Contrapulatronic Dingus Directory (Catalogue Edition) Hardcover – 12 Feb 2008
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Yes, it's a nice hardback cover, by Jove, but there's a damnable paucity of inner content when you actually OPEN the dashed thing!
A grand(?) total of about 30 pages. Nice thick paper and all that, but really! And some of 'em are bound so badly that if you open the wretched book properly, the binding tears and they start to fall out!!
The illustrations of the doo-daa's and whatyamacallums are acceptable, no doubt. But the accompanying text is awfully underwhelming. The writer chappie has tried too hard to be humorous and witty, but honestly doesn't seem to have the knack. Same old jokes, over and over. Tedious, I call it.
So there you are. Personally it didn't put any fizz in my G&T. Anyway, watch my kinematic pictorial representation and you'll see what I mean.)
But honestly, what with the poor quality of the binding &c, I'm slightly surprised that the Famous Weta company put their name on this, actually...
Overall, not very good, I'm afraid!
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Get it, read it, enjoy it. Highly recommended!
Contrapulatronic Dingo Directory!
How could we have lived without Doctor Grodbort to this point!!!
When the Martian invasion of 2005 started, I found myself saying "If only I had a weapon capable of melting these Martian maniacs into a gelatinous blob!" Similarly, the Plutonian appearance of 1999 (and subsequent election to the US presidency) elicited cries of "Give me a Weapon of extreme destruction!"
The foresighted Dr Grodbort has created a line of weaponry that makes the most unhinged members of our earth military organizations giggle with delight. Not so only the unhinged, but also members of every country, state, and service group can purchase weaponry such as the Goliathon 83, the Lazoplod 300, the Falconer 6000, and the Destroxulonic Plosive Force De-Stablisizer. The hum drum Smith and Wesson, our old fashioned 45 Peacemaker, and even the classic Winchester 73 are no more. Why merely penetrate when we can percolate the transgressors, trespassers, and instigators of our lives?
Lord Coxwain, in a balanced moment, gives a splendid demonstration of the proper use of his galactic minded firearms on an Easter trip to Venus. Truly inspiring!
Ooh, I could wax eloquently about Dr Grodbort's catalogue edition, but those like minded have already purchased their copy and ordered at least one weapon (and a spare for their sweetie). To be truthful, I am resting comfortably on the Posteriortron 12 with an optional MP3 port.
I know what you're saying. This is only a book. Wrong! This is more than a book, it is a moment of mirth that Greg Broadmore, in an inspired stroke of genius has provided readers with. During my `shopping', the clear almost period artwork, made this not only entertaining, but educational too.
There are many words I could use to describe this Catalogue Edition. Inspired. Megatronically Splendiferized. But, I would rather say this. This is the Mr Rogers Edition for the social outcast, the anger management problem graduate. "Can you say Boom children?"
Run to buy this book. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy has serious competition. [...]
Witty, clever and excellently drawn. If you can't afford the weapons themselves (and they are priced for collectors only), you can at least own high quality pictures of them and a description of each weapon's fearful effects. I laughed out loud in a couple of places, especially at the Cockswain story's Venusian bearer's dismay in each picture (you may need to look hard but he(?) is there in all of them, clutching his head in horror.
Physically the book is made of gloss card pages between sturdy card covers. The binding is stitched into three parts, the parts being glued together. Unfortunately, the pages where this happens cannot be opened up wide without ripping the glue off and splitting the binding, so a star comes off.
This is essentially a fanciful catalogue of intricate, highly dangerous ray guns and other equipment for manly men who want to conquer the moon people and impress at social gatherings. There is no story to speak of, beyond the common elements of an alternate retro-futuristic universe where rugged, mutton-chopped adventurers traipse across the solar system, pillaging planets and seducing space vixens. The weapons, gizmos, and robots share a distinct H. G. Wells vibe, and bristle with random tubes, antennae, bulbs, and unpronounceable pseudo-scientific elements. The book is capped off by a richly illustrated vignette of Lord Cockswain's adventures hunting exotic Venusian wild game with even more exotic weaponry.
Even though the book is slim (it's even shorter than it looks, thanks to the thick cardstock pages), there is a lot of content packed into each page. The print is small, and the format perfectly emulates an old-timey pamphlet. There is a mix of illustrations and actual photographs of the products (designed and built at Broadmore's day job: special effects powerhouse Weta Workshop) and each entry comes with both specifications and marketing copy. These little articles are the reason to flip through this faux-brochure; they are drenched in wry, bawdy humor that starts out hilarious and gets progressively more absurd. Offhand descriptions of violent intended use and horrific side-effects sit alongside meaningless retrotechnobabble and meathead slogans that could fit in an advertisement for "natural male enhancement," all with subtle world-building and steampunk-esque gewgaws in the background. It's a rollicking mess that's perfect for reading in bite-sized chunks. The mini-comic at the end doesn't add much, but the artwork is gorgeous, and it presents a nice thematic punctuation mark.
I don't usually offer more than a middle-of-the-road rating for story-light companion pieces like this one, but I bumped it up a bit just because I found it so funny. The sense of humor is reminiscent of the violent buffoonery and bravado of the video game Team Fortress 2; sure enough, as I discovered, you can get "Grordbort packs" in the game for the Soldier, Engineer, and Pyro, with more on the way. Absolutely perfect.