I don't bother doing these reviews much. There are two reasons for this.
1) Yelp is infested with yuppies flagellating themselves and their "Writing" ability, though they do for writing what brown toilet paper has done for the field of invention.
2) There are few experiences that I've had that have compelled me to wish a flying saucer would come and physically rip the store from the face of the Earth via some kind of tractor-beam, only to casually dispose the toxic contents into the sun where they subsequently are vaporized, doing us all a favor.
Big Planet Comics fits this bill. Since my first negative review of "Daily Grind" out in Leesburg mall was followed with the damn store closing, thus prompting me to jump up and down gleefully from my living room floor laughing "muhuhuhahaha," I can only hope in my heart that justice prevails and the world is rid of yet another retail abomination that simply deserves to cease existence.
I am embarrassed to share the same oxygen as this store and its posse of neckbeard hipster and fangirl employees, let alone the hobby of proliferating "Graphic novels," or as they're more realistically called, comic books.
Sad, considering I try my damnedest to look for comic book stores worthy of getting my money in exchange for something. I happen to like the printed word, and being a man-child, I also happen to like the pretty pictures. It takes the attitude of a couple of really horse's ass-level rude people to dissuade me from at least giving the 4.95 for a book-printed-on-grocery-bag-paper books a try. And well, a horse's ass I got.
After lamenting how comic books had gone downhill and I could relate to very few and how I was not eager to check out "Batman in the 57th Dimension," I decided to get lost in a tome that was a security blanket of sorts, "Pyongyang," a travelogue written by Guy Delisle. Well, it couldn't have come quickly enough. After jumping around to a few fave sections of this book, the waddling store oaf admonished me that, "Sir-- you can't just sit there and read. I'm sorry," implying that the "Sir" and the "Sorry" from this bloated windbag were anything but genuine.
Seemingly oblivious to the advent of e-publishing and the separate advent of webcomics and what tidal-wave will be caused when these two fields merger, Big Planet Comics, being the tough guys that they are, have thrown caution to the wind, and ignoring all warning signs on the horizon have instead opted to follow the crotchety, cigar-chomping bloated "THIS AIN'T A LIBRARY, KID!" old-man store-owner-trying-to-make-a-buck business model. In this economy? You can't afford NOT to be nice. Bad call!
I elaborate. Y'see, bookstores still exist, luckily, because they allow people not only to "browse" -- (that word you second-rate comic book store owners are happy to mis-use and OVERuse when instructing us consumers Read: Chumps! how to conduct our happy little retail experience) -- but they also allow us to literally sit there for hours, comfortably. With sofas! I shouldn't have to explain that having people hanging out for long periods of time in your store denotes popularity, not necessarily freeloading, and GOOD LORD if you're the kind of establishment that sells things as useless as bloody pokemon cards, ESPECIALLY surrounded by uppity posh social types, the LAST THING YOU WANT TO DO IS BOOT KIDS OUT OF YOUR STORE. If you're the kind of establishment that has groups of five or six "Otaku" coming in and loitering the hell out of the manga section, YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY, because it definitely improves your chances of one of them BUYING SOMETHING tenfold at least.
Extrapolate to other retail experiences. Would you kick people off your lot as a used car salesman? If you were a store clerk at a woman's clothing store, would you accost them for trying something on? The first retail establishment I could postulate, on the fly, that actually sorta DEMANDS that you purchase something, is a bar, and even in a bar there's not that much pressure to buy a beer. On a busy night, in particular, you can sit for about an hour and not be waited on. Try it. The only bar where you're ultimately FORCED to drink is a tittybar, and I've said as much before. If you have to pay ten dollars for a beer, there better be tits floating IN the beer.
Remember when Bush, upon visiting Iraq, got a shoe thrown at him? Were this store in Arabia, it should deserve to have a shoe factory worth of shoes dropped upon it like rain. Big Planet, I wish a pox on your house.
If you haven't guessed it by now, I don't like this place very much. I strongly formally urge anyone with a brain to continue the organic process of decay which has already begun, and allow this shop to regress into what all downtown DC comic book stores inevitably morph - a vacant storefront with a sign that says, "This space for rent." People with reasonably good mental function should vote with their cash for stores like this to be gone. read more