“HOLY F*CK” (Comic Book Review)


Nothing sells a work faster than religious controversy. Something about insulting the moral, right wing minds of conservative culture tickles the fans pink, especially when it’s so over-the-top that even the stiffest upper lip would crack a smile. From Garth “The Menace” Ennis’ PREACHER to Robert Kirkman’s BATTLE POPE, comics have never shied away from pushing the boundaries of good taste and HOLY F*CK is no exception as it follows the long tradition of mocking Christianity in comic books. Reading like a religious exploitation film brought to the four panel world, HOLY F*CK brings babes and bikes to God’s holy hand, creating a globe-trotting adventure to save the end of the world… that is if we ever get Jesus off of crack.

HOLY F*CK starts off like any adaptation of the Good Book, with a nun seductively tied to a burning pillar as Jesus Christ rides in on a Harley and blasts everyone away with an AK. In other words, it was a good day. But, let’s back track a little. The real story begins with a group of demi-gods plotting to destroy the world from their secret base at the top of a skyscraper. After making their fortune through good old supply-and-demand economy, the forgotten gods (which include Greek, Egyptian, and Chinese mythology) have finally earned enough to nuke the globe and reap in the prayers of the survivors.

Everything was planned accordingly, but they didn’t account for one, small detail: Sister Maria! She dreams of their heinous plot and goes in search of the Savior Jesus Christ to enlist his help. Unfortunately, he’s not exactly the man she thought he was, and after dragging him out of a crack-den/whorehouse/karaoke joint in Tokyo, they embark on a journey of hope, love, and redemption. Just kidding: they just head to New Jersey.


HOLY F*CK is not necessarily the most original work, especially religious exploitation has been around since before the ’70s, but it’s definitely a fun read. It doesn’t delve into seriously questioning Christianity or religion, but simply just pokes fun at a taboo subject. In light of recent happenings in Paris, this comic comes at a very interesting time in our world and, in a way, celebrates our freedom to find comedy in even the most serious of affairs.

But don’t let that sway your opinion of the work. As stated, it doesn’t sell itself as anything more than a funny comic. As far as writing goes, it pulls out all the stops, including nudity, drugs, demons and blood. The story feels a little slapped together though and HOLY F*CK aims to shock more than establish a solid story arc. As a result, the characters are a bit one dimensional, but the pacing is solid, so at least it never gets boring.

The art, on the other hand, falls painfully short of any style or substance. While there is a definite “look” that the comic was going for (a pop art/graffiti style), the poor layout and awful character movement is very garish to look at. Also, the backgrounds lack detail and give the characters a very blank world to inhabit, almost as if in a half finished painting. Honestly, I wouldn’t get this one for the art. But all in all, HOLY F*CK is exactly what it is: a jab at Christians with plenty of explosions.


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Svetlana Fedotov http://facebook.com/vladkicksass

Svetlana Fedotov hails from the wild woods of the Pacific Northwest. She loves horror and comic books, and does her best to combine those two together at any cost. She also writes for the horror site Brutal as Hell and sometimes for the magazine Delirium. Svetlana has recently released her first novel, Guts and Glory, under the pen name S.V. Fedotov on Amazon digital.

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