Nice job by that Willsher fellow. I predict big things for the lad.
The silhouette of the shooter with the glow of the charge indicator is lovely and that’s a fairly decent (and non-Urban) chin. Splashes of blood in the background indicate there’s been dirty work afoot and it’s possibly cos some fucker has made an attempt to cover up the logo.
The pose, framing and colours all work well.
It’s a pass.
Dredd smells a rat on the death of McPhee and a magic bracelet is discovered.
We open in the grimness of the corpse mine and then cut straight to the investigation as Dredd pulls rank at the memorial “I’ll use your office” and begins to draw together a picture of McPhee’s relationships pre-mortem. It appears that he was seen as a nosey fucker and in a flashback we get the revelation that he didn’t put two and two together but merely blundered into a deal between the radlanders and the chief cheese. He was then brained for his troubles.
When Dredd identifies a potential murder weapon Aldrix begins to shit his pants, which was nice. He gets a break (of sorts) when Dredd looks into the radlanders but you know these two halves are going to collide with a huge bang next time. Good stuff.
The story takes an unexpected turn from the procedural when the magic bracelet is discovered in the mine, prompting a Bilbo-esque invisibility trick.
And that bracelet seems awfully familiar…
You know the corpse mine reminds me a little of Francis Bacon’s work. I dunno why. Maybe it’s the skellingtons.
The light glows here are lovely and the mine is sufficiently gruesome looking when the action starts. Flint is perfect for this so handles the action and dialogue expertly.
However it isn’t all perfect and I found the flashback confusing as there was no division point at all between it and the present. I had to stop and go back which ruined the flow of the story for me.
Lawson exerts her authority and comes up against the Head of Munce Inc.
I wonder if Abnett has watched Deadwood recently?
I’m finding some of the dialogue hit and miss. For the most part it is good with some nice banter between the various dumb fuck yokels of the colony and the sassy new Marshall. I’m finding her a bit too sassy, though. There’s a touch of the Clara Oswald about her with all of the one liners and bon mots. There has to be more character than that so maybe that will come out in time.
The interaction with Brotherley was a prime example and Lawson even uses the word “meh” which is a very 21st century word which will surely have gone the way of Feminazi or Rumbumptious by the 2130s.
Brotherley cheekily asking about which planet the Mekls and Uplifts helped save was either stupid or very stupid depending on his survival options. Is he new in the post or was that simply for the benefit of readers unfamiliar with Insurrection?
The robot church is a fantastic concept and I’ve always loved the idea of it meks having faith since the time I guffawed loudly at a robot priest in a Daily Star Dredd. At least they have the knowledge that they don’t have souls unlike us deluded meatbags.
The art is still beautiful to look at and that trike of Lawson’s is going to give Willsher serious competition in the bike porn stakes.
I loved how Lawson sat in the chair in Brotherley’s office showing contempt for the relationship but the Lawgiver looked a little flat on her hip. I understood what the artist tried to do in the later panel where she is about to leave and is part way through taking her leg down, but instead it looks like she is letting rip a lady fart.
I’ve only just noticed Lawson’s ridiculously long hair which would be a fucking liability in combat and a health and safety nightmare waiting to happen. It’s a good idea to show how unconventional she is but she’s a Judge for fuck’s sake, so how would she get away with that? It’ll be Muslim Judges next you mark my wor-. Oh. Really?
The close up panels of Lawson showing she means business were very well done and broadcast the fact that she was not kidding about her intentions towards the scrotes. And that was a lovely last panel of her walking to the door. It’s all very John Ford, as is the scratchiness to the whole thing.
I wonder if we’ll see that Justice Department CATT again now Lawson has promised to come back for it?
Final point…Techster and Tinkerton look uncannily like Harold and Albert Steptoe. Class.
THE MAN FROM THE MINISTRY:
Henry goes John Rambo on the alien scum while the third ship in the class is revealed to be closeted beneath Ministry HQ.
This was a delight from the Turing name drop to the ta-daaaa of the ship bearing his moniker. I’m not sure the great man would like to have been immortalised as a large sex toy but he’s dead so isn’t in a position to argue.
The 80s flashback was quite nice as was the revelation that Quatermain fully expected Britton to return and used the box as a homing device.
The holographic Quatermain does have a touch of the recent Brass Sun about it but that’s just bad timing.
This is still being enjoyed by my grumpy old brain. It won’t set the galaxy ablaze but it’s good fluffy fun.
The art’s still lovely with the mix of media and my only quibble was the extraordinarily large fist on page 8 which makes it look like Britton assaulted the alien with some of those Hulk fists you get from Asda.
The gunplay is nicely done as Morningside sprays death around like he’s Oscar Pistorius locked out of his bathroom with a full bladder.
Dredd and Conti bring down the shooter while some explosives go missing.
This is still building but has seemingly hit a few things that don’t stack up.
Let’s talk about what does work first though.
The f-bombs being dropped so readily might be too much for some. I swear like a motherfucker but in a story it has to be for a reason other than trying to appear grown up. This treads a thin line and the acid test is that you see if it would work without the swearing. It did..
The dumbass stating that he couldn’t have known the danger even though the word “explosives” is written on the crate is classic Dredd and the level of intellect expected from the citizenry.
Man of the people Charlie Wolfus is drafted in to clear up the mess and is forced to read a script. That’s a nice touch and when he goes off message he is taken out.
The assassin seemed to know the drones would pick up the shot and created a distraction accordingly.
Which brings me to the issues here.
If our mystery man Wallace ordered the hit on Wolfus then when Wolfus went off message that would have caused a riot, so why still have him popped?
There would have been no need to shoot Wolfus and potentially give away the shooter. And how would he know Wolfus had been drafted in when even the Judges on site were puzzled?
Conti still being on the force (due to manpower issues) seems ridiculous. Her actions created this so she is a liability to morale and to the badge. She’s been kept on to fill a character gap only.
This still feels different to OUR Dredd (as it should) but still seems to be missing something from the film. There’s definitely an edgeless feel to it all.
The art is still good and that was a nice sunrise to start us off.
The headshot on Wolfus is well done but Dredd adopts a very weird pose on the bottom of page 5 that makes me wonder if he’s papped in his u-fronts.
Joe’s brutal subdual of his perpetrator was nice too.
The guy Adams interview was good but long. I’m looking forward to his take on Max Normal, though.
Neil Roberts is interviewed about his quality work and I was smacking my head when I realised I had seen his work in 40k.
A 3 page advertorial for the Anderson series? I’ve said it before but chances are if you buy the Meg you’ll buy the other stuff including the IDW titles. So why are we wasting three pages on an advert for this? It could easily have been one page and done and placed squarely in the Prog to spread the message there.
To my shame I had forgotten Valkyries ever existed. My life was not adversely affected by this, but my pride was.
Reading this back on the bumpy ferry I found it to be a bit of a mess and the sex and nudity throughout was noticeably overt. As others who read my reviews should know I am no prude and I rival the Whittle herself in the “Bishop of Bath and Wells” stakes so I’d much rather our apple cheeked children were subjected to an erect nipple or swinging Johnson in a comic than Wolverine eviscerating his mates or Glenn meeting “Lucille” in The Walking Dead.
Was it an ironic deconstruction of post-modern feminism or simply an excuse to show pig snouts?
Maybe we need to ask the hypocritical douchebags who will decry a pic of Anderson spilling out of her uniform as evoking a hatred of all women. They seem to know what they’re talking about, don’t they?
The Frazer Irving cover was nice, though.
The dream team on Dredd (the first one) still takes the top spot.