But Celluloid is the sexiest comic I've read in ages. It's a simple story: A woman comes home, starts watching a movie, and gets sucked into different levels of reality (each portrayed in a different style by McKean—black-and-white ink, charcoal sketches, photography) having sexual adventures along the way. It works as a sexy book because McKean is inventive and clever and he's obviously having fun. There's not the feeling of work-for-hire roteness that makes most erotica such a bore to read ("and then this position and then that position and then..."). It's a beautiful, brash work that deserves to sit on the same shelf as McKean's other work. All of which is a long way of saying it's good.