Spawn (1997): More style than substance
I remember picking up Spawn (1997) on VHS at an outdoor car boot sale when I was a kid. I can’t quite recall if that was my first introduction to the Spawn franchise or if it was when my grandmother bought me a Spawn action figure from the pound shop (that’s the dollar store for those across the pond). The figurine came with a mini comic, which I became a bit obsessed with, reading it over and over again. It was probably only 10 or 12 pages long, but the part that really stuck with me was a panel of Clown cooking a rat in an alley, singing “Hey diddle diddle, a rat on the griddle.” Then he assured us readers it wasn’t a rat, just a large field mouse.
It was just another thing, like Warhammer, I wanted to dive into as a kid but didn’t know how—or have the money—to do so. I have fond memories of watching Spawn, but I was curious how it would hold up now that I’m revisiting it as an adult.
