Youngblood was basically just a long social experiment where Rob Liefeld revealed he didn’t know how things worked, or were supposed to work. The main character of Youngblood (arguably, I guess) was a guy named Shaft who was a bow-and-arrow guy, but his bow didn’t have a string. It just fired arrows through…technology, I guess. But it was the first real example of "I don’t like figuring out how things work, so I’ll stop drawing them. Check out Shaft in this picture. He’s about to fire two arrows of differing sizes without a bowstring.
But there are much more egregious examples in this very panel that suggest Rob doesn’t know how things work. To wit, Badrock/Bedrock’s shoulder pads. Look at his right shoulder pad. How’s that thing staying on? Magic? Is it some sort of spoiler-type system where there’s a strut attached to his shoulder that allows the shoulder pad to hover like that? Why would that be happening? Also, look waaaaayyyyy off to the left there. See that blob emerging from the other side of the motorcycle? That’s Be(a)drock’s right hand. Try to fill in the rest of his hand and arm with your mind. I’ll wait here while you scream.
Okay now: the motorcycle that Chapel is driving. Well, "driving," because he is holding a gun in each hand and holy shit look at that fuckin bendy bike. Just wheelie-ing in sad, static limbo while Chapel leans waaaayyyyyy forward over the handlebars (check it out; his knees are in his armpits). Is he performing the world’s first and only motorcycle-ollie by gripping the hog betwixt his thighs and yanking upward to be a badass? Probably!
And of course, the ultimate thing that Liefeld doesn’t understand: a lady’s body. Boob-flopping; giant thighs terminating into her shoulders; pelvic shelf somehow visible from this angle. Her tits-half is clearly, in no way, connected to her thighs-half. Just horrifying.
And of course, never sleep on Liefeld’s depictions of "bystanders reacting," because it’s almost always a dude in a halfsie leather jacket and a beret, standing with legs farther than shoulder-width apart and arms held out at his sides, the way no one does.
This is probably the only type of Liefeld fashion that even he would be embarrassed drawing in 2012. Off-the-shoulder Flashdance-style spandex unitard, over which is worn bright orange gauntleted gloves and pants that look like he’s late to a potato sack race. But despite all of that, HOW HORRIFYINGLY SKINNY MUST THE VULTURE’S CALF BE JUST ABOVE THE ANKLE? Because that is a fist that Rusty is making, and there is no way that the Vulture’s leg would fit inside of there. Also, if you look notice at the end of the Vulture’s leg there, his right foot is on his left leg.
And that was the last time Rob Liefeld drew a foot.
As an aside, this is the most Acts of Vengeance/1990 cover ever. Todd McFarlane inking a Rob Liefeld drawing, with a huge fuck-off signature box alerting you to that fact; two dutch-angle narration boxes (one with a smudged-out typo that went on through to the printers!) AND a Spidey UPC AND a corner crossover denotation PLUS a cover dedicated to a fucking superhero whose superhero name is RUSTY.
More Re: Gex goodness for you here. Wait, not "goodness." What’s the word? Oh yeah, "blech."
Well Rob, you finally did it. You just went ahead and drew a vagina. Them’s the labia majora. Well done.
One last comment on this piece. Open your hand, with the fingers extended. Hold that hand up next to your head. I bet your hand isn’t longer than your head, right? Now look at this lady’s clenched right fist. now compare that fist to the length of her face. Just sayin’.
One last look at Rob’s gross "Re:Gex" whateverthefuck. The bendy-swords are in full swing here, but if you look at…I dunno, Thong-erella?...here, you can notice that his refusal to re-draw anything that conflicts with anything else extends to basically every part of this cover. Her left hand is not really attached to her wrist. I will bet any sum that the bloody axe-head on the right side of the image is meant to be a part of her sword that is sort of-but-not-quite bending off the edge of the panel there. Also, there is absolutely no way that this character is mean to be sitting on that skull-adorned pillar or whatever frigging thing that is meant to be. It looks like she’s popping a gnarly squat right in front of that thing, but of course if it is meant to be a pillar, he didn’t draw the rest of it behind her.
Rob Liefeld, never having met a woman in real life before, assumes that a strong female character sits in such a way as to greet the rest of the world crotch-first. Don’t forget to add some line approximating pubic hair to her area-bulge, Rob! Your readers might get confused or distracted mid-sad masturbation.
At some point, Rob Liefeld put out a series of "joke" "comics" called "Shrink!" that were his super, super, super sad and gross attempt at a single-panel comic strip. Shrink, get it? Because a psychiatrist, but also superheroes sometimes shrink? AWESOME COMICS
In this one, the titular psychiatrist gives you, the reader, a combination thousand-yard-stare and death grimace while the also-titular (I guess, who gives a shit) shrinking character brags about his sexual endowments in such a way as to make you feel grosser than you have ever felt while reading a comic strip.
At first, it seemed as though the character seemed to be bragging about one enormous, grotesque testicle. But then I took a (shudder) closer look, and, nope! Dickhole! THAT’S A DICKHOLE. VISIBLE THROUGH HIS SPANDEX. LOOKIN’ AT HIS DICKHOLE.
Hey Rob: GOOOOOO FUUUUUUUCK YOURSELFFFFFFFFFFFFF