Three silent penultimate panels this Sunday:
Sherman's Lagoon by Jim Toomey
Opus by Berkeley Breathed (debut!)
Zits by Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman
I don't think I'm alone in not loving Berkeley Breathed's second return from retirement. For one thing, it's consistently ugly. The colors are so obnoxious and sickening, it looks my newspaper fell into a tub of melted rainbow sherbert. His gags are always about Opus getting righteously indignant about some brand new technology or trend. (Such cutting-edge stuff as baggy pants and toilets that flush automatically.) It's really just ugly, confusing, and not that funny. Mr. Breathed, you can retire again for all I care. I would love to see you leave all that space for someone who could actually take advantage of it. Patrick McDonnell or Brooke McEldowney, just to name two.
Zits combines the SPP with my other pet peeve, the four-panel Sunday.
What's the point? All this space and color and you do a standard four panel strip--and a fairly lame one at that. It's unexciting things like this that make Berkeley Breathed think he's so extremely important.