I love that whenever I read an Ed Brubaker, Sean Phillips book I get sucked right into the world of gritty, hard-boiled detective noir. I open up the first page and suddenly I can smell the booze and cigarettes, I feel like I'm covered in a thin layer of grime and everyone seems much more beautiful or seedier... sometimes it's hard to tell. 
 The Fade Out does the same. I feel like I'm in an old Hollywood movie. Starlets like Maya Silver and Valeria Sommers, the not-beautiful-but-quite-pretty Dottie Quinn, Debonair leading men like Earl Rath, handome closeted pretty boys like Tyler Graves... they all seem like real characters after years of seeing people exactly like them all over the silver screen. 
 There's not much to say, except that it is a satisfying conclusion to yet another great collaboration.