Did I mention that he's a janitor?
But, he's much more than just that. What we have here, people, is a home-grown slice of Americana, circa 1961.
He's rockin' while he's moppin', but sometimes in life, shit just has a way of happening.
Call it fate. Call it destiny. Call it the will of God.
But, whatever you call it, don't call it boring, for that's something that Bud definitely ain't!
So, grab yourself a brew (Bud recommends Studweiser), and guzzle down some laughs and smiles, as Bud Colbert's antics transport you along the daring road of adventure.
Published by Checkmate Comics, this righteous romp is a barrel of fun. Well, for you and I, anyway. For Bud? Well, he's got his work cut out for him, and he has to save the day.
If only he knew how.
Unlike with some comic books, there's no doubt about who the hero is, in this one. He's bold. He's brash. He's all up in your face, but he still takes time out to comb his hair, have a smoke, and swill some beer.
Circumstances have a way of overtaking Bud and his best laid plans, and soon enough, he's in way over his head. Yet, it falls to him to save civilization. As if he ain't got better things to do!
I just love this comic book!
Accidents on the job suck, but what sucks even more is getting Shanghaied by people from the future - people who are focused on something that Bud can't quite relate to, to put it mildly.
Whump! Thrak! Bud Colbert is on the attack, and he seeks to escape, to get back to who he was and to what he was doing, before things got all strange on him.
Through it all, from one mess to a bigger mess, Bud remains undaunted. He is ever himself, it seems.
God help us all!
A hero for the common man, Bud Colbert is larger than life. When his situation isn't scaring the Bejesus out of him, his priorities remain unfazed.
It's probably best, if you don't piss him off, though. For, if you do, then hold on, buddy! The shit will definitely hit the fan, American style.
Bud Colbert, the time-travelin' janitor, isn't for everybody. But, it should be. Yeah, I'm talking to you!
Is it the art? The coloring? The plot of the story?
Or could it be, just could it be, the dialogue?
This thing, this wonderful little hobgoblin of humorous delight, grows on you right from the get-go. But, once Bud awakens to the surprise of his life, the powder keg of this little adventure ignites.
Krakt! Pop! Aaaagh!
It just crackles with swagger. All that Bud really wants is to just get back to how things were, before - before the un-American types spoiled his day.
But, for the reader, it's a Paul Bunyon-sized tall tale that you just don't want to see come to an end. It's a B-grade 50's movie without the movie, one that plays itself out in print.
It harkens back to another era, to a simpler time. Nothing's too complicated for Bud Colbert. He doesn't sweat the small things - like details!
Or physics, for that matter.
As Bud rises to the occasion, laughs ensue.
For me, at least, Bud Colbert: Time-Travelin' Janitor is an instant classic. If you don't end up liking it, then Bud won't care - and neither will I.
Because, you see, there are more important things afoot in this universe that we share. And, if anybody was ever meant to be right smack dab in the middle of it all, when the whole damned universe goes to Hell, then that person, my fair comic-book-reading friend, is none other than the one, the only, the ever-irrepressible Bud Colbert.
In this trek across the space-time continuum, like me, you may well see a little bit of Clint Eastwood and Marlon Brando in Bud Colbert. But, hey, that's OK. It's a cinematic tour de force, minus the cinema, and Bud Colbert is man enough for you to see little bits and pieces of a lot of different macho personalities manifest themselves in him.
Pop a top, good buddy!
Pull yourself up a chair, and do yourself a favor, and go ahead and order this damned thing. No, you probably don't really deserve it, but what the Hell? You only live once - unless you're traveling through time with Bud Colbert, of course!
Did I mention that it goes great with beer?
Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. There's only one sure fire way to find out, and that's to check it out for yourself.
If you're easily offended, then you might want to seek sanctuary in some other comic book. Not that Bud Colbert aims to offend, and not that he should offend, but people being people, you just plain never know.
Know what I mean?
My least favorite part of this comic book was the white lettering on the pages where Bud is rock'n it, while at work.
But, that's a fairly small nit to pick with the best dang hero to happen along in quite some time. Seems to me that the least that I can do is to cut Bud Colbert a little slack. After all, it's not like he wasn't clocked in, when the world went to Hell in a handbasket all around him.
To be certain, this comic book isn't perfect - nor does it make any pretense to be.
There were a few instances where the lettering for the time machine's voice were a tad hard for me to read, without zooming in closer.
Did I mention that I went the digital route?
Like you, I was a bit wary about parting ways with $10.99 for the print version of this comic book.
What would Bud do?
Me? I opted for the $2.99 way out - and boy, am I ever glad that I did! If I hadn't, then I would still be waiting on the thing to arrive, and it's taken a whole lifetime for this comic book to find its way to me, already. I consider myself pretty darned lucky to have snagged it, when I did.
But, if you splurge for the hard copy, then you'll have something uber manly that you can decorate your coffee table with - Forever!
Anyway, I am going to take a cue from Bud Colbert, and wind this rambling excuse for a review up.
Do the right thing. Do the patriotic thing. Do yourself a favor.
Buy Bud Colbert: Time-Travelin' Janitor, today!
God bless America! God bless Bud Colbert!
Writers: Jim Fader & Troy Lowe
Artist: Pat Carbajal
Colorist: Javi Laparra
Editor: Roger McKenzie