...I dunno about you, but if anything's gonna tie this whole...thing with America together...I really doubt The American Rabbit is gonna be the best vehicle.
EDIT: Reading it a little, no, The American Rabbit ISN'T the best vehicle for...uh...whatever this is.
57 goddamn pages, and we get hinted that our main character is on the scene, discovered by another character, on page eight. The asshole doesn't even show up until page 32, completely loses his shit with this outrageous rant and then doesn't show up in person again until page 41, at which point he then promptly disappears, never to be seen again. All while expertly dodging getting an actual personality outside that completely out of nowhere straw-neocon rant which some lady who I think is supposed to be our deuteragonist, who gets way more screen time than the titular American Rabbit does, thinks is a con and thus sends her to find the American Rabbit, like he's a fake. But we never find out.
I'm not sure exactly what this supposed satire is supposed to be satirizing, given that the setting is ostensibly modern but is this mishmash of Golden Age comics trappings and 40s/50s aesthetics, the suggestion in the blurb that America is a plutocracy in this story is specious at best and was firing a buzzword and hoping it'd hit at worst, with all the "duh, America!" stuff coming off like a bad Colbert knockoff. The only hint is that one game show where a guy with no health insurance tries to win...his life, I guess? And then he loses, is shot, and will evidently be eaten. Which is biting satire on flaws in the American healthcare system the same way Sonichu and Rosechu's Luv Shack is titillating erotica.
Yes. This, I would like to remind everybody, is a motherfucking American Rabbit story.
The 3D effects in later pages are a nice idea, but distracting from the actual act of trying to appreciate the pop art style of the comic, which is legitimately a nice thing about it.
All in all, I don't get this comic, and I think the American Rabbit here is reduced to set dressing, just another element of this surreal experience that's got a lot on its mind but ends up saying very, very little.