Momentarily lifting his face from a stripper’s cocaine powdered breasts, here is Orlok with his take on Prog 1932…
Have I told you all how much I hate Alex Ronald? Class cover after class cover and now this beauty, featuring the Galaxy’s Greatest Pest in all his despotic glory. He’s got a chin beard too which is the prime indicator of a c*nt.
Oh and Mek Quake looks cool as hell.
Inside, everyone’s favourite at large Yewtree fugitive gives us a look at Storm Warning, which is a Brit Cit tale with some really nice art. The Damage Report features the portmanteau of Aquila and Latte resulting in the Ice Frappe Aquilatte, a drink that looks beautiful and seems to have an air of familiarity before revealing its bitter aftertaste.
With Dredd following the trail to Rita Hayworth, Bud is making it too easy and so he clearly hasn’t thought about the breadcrumbs.
His line about “lots more to cry about” is portentous stuff as is his veiled threat to return to Kipper. He knows he has to blank off that loose end and killing Kipper is the only way.
With Bud getting another ass kicking and the blood dripping off one agent’s fists, Dredd is either going to end up with three bracelets now or none. I’m looking forward to the big finish next week.
There’s a lovely last panel on page 1 with a shot up Dredd’s nose and Elson pulls off some great work across the board. There’s a really gorgeous splash on page 2 and the panel of Dredd arriving (and the recognition he gets) is great.
Blimey, that’s a bit preachy but it does sum up religion nicely. “Wisdom is a curse. We must have faith.” Only by abandoning the questions and giving blind obedience can one truly be free it seems. This doctrine is to be handed down to each generation. It’s Religion 101.
Slaine, who is still not tied up despite the order last week, does battle with Gort and by battle I of course mean “chatting”.
All the babbling manages to snap Sinead out from her stupor and once that happens she goes mental with the blade.
Sinead is uglier than a car fire fucking a garbage dump, but she can fight. The two panels of her decapitating the Trojans are absolutely beautiful.
Not a bad story and the art is ok id somewhat minimalist. It does seem a little bit rushed towards the end, but maybe that was intentional to give an indication of rapid action.
The idea seems a little flawed even granting the premise that one planet needs to have currency shipped to it. Shouldn’t it have a method of printing the cash or something?
And the twist at the end doesn’t gel. One of the robbers is surprised that the cash they stole is all in denominations no smaller than 1000 and there were no tens or twenties in sight. So consider that. Let’s say you took managed to snag all of the 50 quid notes in circulation in the UK because they were suddenly being shipped to one bank. That’s about 11 billion quid at last count. That still leaves the smaller denomination notes in circulation totalling 40 billion. So, that’s all gonna be defunct overnight is it? Harsh.
The logical step would just be to make all of the 1000s illegal tender. But that didn’t fit with the story, sadly.
There’s a nice bit of sense checking with the protagonist rueing his chatty behaviour before gunning down his colleagues.
This is still refreshingly bonkers and takes an unexpected turn.
I like the concept of the ship being made of pieces of individual material held together at the will of the pilot. It’s a bit harsh if you’re flying Germanwings or something.
Our heroes will have to defy evolution and learn how to use the brixels to save everyone.
I also liked the alien communicating in advert speak and wondered if this is how the alien thinks humans speak. Has it been monitoring our broadcasts into the inky blackness? Will the bad guys show up shouting at us like Barry Scott pimping out Cilit Bang?
I keep wondering if the year 1997 is relevant somehow or if there is a reason for setting this in the days before on demand TV.
Artwise this is still pretty cool, with the effects of the brixels nicely realised and the alien looking very, well, alien-like. There’s also some smart uses of the Dutch angles too and the last panel of the bad guys showing up was effective. .
In short…like it.
We’re heading towards the finish now as all the players are coming into the game and setting up their fates with their actions. Bing’s people have shot some of the crew so that’s going to have repercussions.
Johnny is chummying up to the Stix, even though they have murdered men, women and children, so I hope they get to pay for that crime.
Cleverly, Johnny spots the trap aboard the ship and its smart writing how he uses insults to figure out that only Ji can speak the lingo. He is then able to pull a switch worthy of the Johnny of old.
The art’s great and the story is coming together nicely.
Dredd is still kicking ass.