This review should have been posted four days ago, but it was a long weekend here in Mordor and there was alcohol involved…
It’s hard not to like this, but I don’t. It’s fairly plain in all respects and if there was a checklist then I’m sure a few boxes would be ticked but not the ones that say “dynamic” or “innovative”. The Fishy dudes look menacing (less so in the story) and Willsher even gets his name on their gun but the whole thing seems somewhat static. Maybe it is just me and I don’t like to see anyone but Carlos and Colin draw Johnny.
The “Shoot To Gill” pun seemed to be the only reason the fishes featured in this Prog at all.
Inside, Yewtree Tharg says that there is even a jumoing on Megazine now. FFFS. What’s next, a jumping on Thrillcast? I suppose jumping on Progs are a thing now and us regular readers will just have to cope with them. I’m not sure how this will lay out with the lengthier story runs though.
We also get a sneak peak at the PJ Maybe revelations to come. I’d like to see the end of that character now since he has escaped from the cubes about a billion times and carried on killing in spite of Dredd’s best efforts.
Dredd steps up his search and it is revealed that Bud has killed Freece and his wife (an innocent) so a line has definitely been crossed now. I’m a bit muddled on how we got to the chem pit and it seems like I missed a step but all this gets Dredd smelling a rat. Across town, Bud threatens Kipper into compliance and there’s a nice dig at those in housing feathering their own nests in defiance of the less fortunate. Sounds a bit political.
Bud also seems tempted to kill Kipper and apparently might once this is over, meaning he is not the man he was and there is no going back from this.
The one factor I didn’t consider was the use of the bracelet and how easy it would be to detect by those who have the means to do so. With the Judges field testing it and Bud being constantly invisible it must be really registering so why the time agents pestering Renbow haven’t noticed that beats me.
Renbow gets an offer she can’t refuse; return or die, so it looks like one way or another the tale of this bracelet is going to be wrapped up.
It is a remarkable coincidence that the two other agents have shown up now when (as they are from the future) they could have shown up at any time, even seconds after the last story ended.
There are some lovely colours on offer here and page 3 is a beauty. I also loved the zippy kid on the hoverboard on page 4 and the woman with a ton of kids going into the mart. There’s a nice drug deal going down too with what looks like some crystal so there’s a lovely nod to Breaking Bad.
Hang on, this is taking a break? I was hoping we would at least get a cliffhanger but Abnett really knows how to drag stuff out.
This run has been a revelation for me since the building suspense, the change of backdrop and the artistic choices have me wanting to see more- a first for Grey Area.
The Free are apathetic to Manners trying to kill himself so that hasn’t triggered anything other than a discussion of what is real and what is not in immediate sight.
Speaking of the artist, how gorgeous is page 4 when Bulliet punches Manners off the ledge? Look at that sky!
And it makes me want to read the whole thing again since there are probably tons of Easter Eggs if page 1 is anything to go by. Here we had the Imperial Spy from Star Wars, Spock and even ET’s finger.
How can a punch up be so dull? There’s some nice chat as Slaine is lopping off heads but that doesn’t last long and we are back to trying to talk everyone to death.
Sinead is still banging on about her sleep flowers and offers to fuck every Trojan if they will get her some. I guess that makes her a Craic Whore.
Slaine’s options here are to kill them all (and he is more than capable) or fall over and hope that Sinead will be shaken from her torpor. He goes for option two. Er, that doesn’t seem to be a rational decision. Of course when he does fall over, Gort doesn’t immediately lop off his head. No, he goes down the James Bond route and has him tied up to give him a fair chance to get loose when the time comes.
Maybe they have all seen next week’s script.
In a surprise move, Gort is revealed to be the Trojan commander and to have a very uneven face on page 3. It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense since we’ve seen him in flashback with Slaine and Ukko (is that his name?) and so has he been undercover all of this time?
There is some good art here that is well complimented by the colours.
My only quibble is the use of the word “Random” as it seemed a bit anachronistic for the 1997. Still, she might be some kind of fucking hipster so with any luck she’ll die next episode.
Is it weird I spotted the TV show was Father Ted before it was announced? I need to dig that out and give it a rewatch.
When the advert for Brixels breaks through the telly it goes all Sapphire & Steel so I am genuinely interested to see where it goes. A lot of the three parters promise a lot but not all of them deliver, but Robson has a good track record for these.
I like the idea of an insidious tune that even permeates the boundary of sleep, and the “Everywhere soon” followed by “Sorry” struck a nice air of menace especially when delivered with the artificial and feigned humanity you’d expect from an advert salesman.
FIFTY SHADES OF STRONTIUM:
Well, this take a dogleg when the Stix rescue Johnny from a drubbing and gun down the fish heads. It transpires that the dirty usurper running the show back in North Korea is behind the whole thing and has intended to have the Stix bellends cap Jing for a princely sum. The bounder.
Blimey. That’s a neat twist and it seems we now know why the General is tagging along.
That’s North Koreans for you, eh?
Meanwhile Johnny is wearing the tightest pants in the universe (look at those arse cheeks- I bet if we saw the front of the trousers we could tell if he was Jewish) and he then says to an alien “Let’s get it on!” before fisting him deeply.
It is filth.
To be absolutely honest, the one that impressed me most was Grey Area.
I know, I know…I have pigs flapping at the window and everything.