David Smith is giving his life for his art—literally. Thanks to a deal with his death grand uncle Harry, the young sculptor gets his childhood wish: to sculpt anything he can imagine with his bare hands.
I just want to mention that the art in this was stunningly beautiful. And not only that but Scott McCloud’s take on fate was very powerful.
Death gives our main character 200 days to live in exchange for the power to sculpt anything he can imagine.
But complications set in when David falls in love with Meg (after knowing her for less than 10 minutes).
I actually found it really hard at first to feel for the main character, he was very much the moody and brooding artist type (with some serious anger issues). And not in a compelling way.
I kept reading with the hope that his character arc would be redeemed yet, strangely enough, his behaviour just seemed to go downhill.
Especially when he threw himself into obsessing over a girl he knew for less than an hour. HOW can you say ‘I love you’ to someone you literally know nothing about????? I’m truly astonished at this.
I mean, I get that he’s feeling lonely and whatnot, but seriously?? In love???
David was just a really cringe-worthy guy that made me truly uncomfortable for a majority of the storyline (especially with his anger issues).
Maybe I would’ve liked David more if we hadn’t been introduced to Meg because once he got infatuated with her, I completely lost my enthusiasm.
Ugh, Mr. and Mrs. Special Snow-Flake. Like… what kind of heterosexual bullshit.
He’s self-absorbed, aggravating, cynical, and stubborn—I (still) for the life in me can’t understand why Meg would want to be with someone like that.
Honestly, I just kept reading after that to see if David would really die. For that ending and the art I gave a full extra star because other than that, this graphic novel didn’t leave a lasting impression.
Simply put, the idea for The Sculptor was fantastic, but I didn’t care for the execution.