Some people will find Simone Lia's Fluffy to be a cute yet profound story about a single man raising a talkative baby bunny. Some may find touches of whimsy in the beautifully rendered panels, some may find it a revelation that life is not made of happy endings. To some, the post-modern use of a subversive sub-narrator might seem innovative and bold considering the fact that this subÃ‚Â—narrator is a highly critical flake of dandruff. Most, however, will side with Dandruff, who astutely cuts to the quick declaring, "There is no story. An awful script with no punch." True; the protagonist travels blandly to Sicily with Fluffy in order to avoid his half-stalker / half-girlfriend. Typically, in the beauty of a foreign climate, he realizes that his life is a mess and then, a nano-second later, while watching Fluffy play with a toy, he comes to the trite conclusion that life is beautiful. For those who are into nice drawings and pseudo-deep feelings that come from staring at the veins of leaves or gazing at carrier bags as they get blown around in the wind, this will be an easy-to-digest treat. However, those looking for something to sink their teeth into will find this a faux-meaningful helping of candy floss. Lia's fuzzy, unconfident script is promising yet ultimately unsatisfying, over saccharine and puffed up with a lot of hot air.
Release Date - 15th February. Published by Jonathan Cape. Cover Price Ã‚Â£12.99 hardback.