Orlok has been catching up on his Progs while waiting for the inevitable US Civil War. Still, it’s better than watching the latest series of Got-Ham…
It’s nice to see Jim Murray back in the fold and pulling off work like this.
In a double whammy of quality there is no logo coverage and the chain has the requisite seven links for full Burdis approval and thus all is right with the world, despite the rise of Trump, Brexit and the continued existence of James Corden. The composition is lovely with Old Stoneyface being the centre of attention but one Judge behind Dredd is firing two Lawgivers and going one up on the big chinned bastard. Is this a Ron Smith tribute or something else?
One thing I really do like here is how the eagle feathers run under Murray’s vision of the problem pad.
Inside the Prog, Yewtree Tharg gives us a look at the Daily Dredds Vol 2 which is out now thanks to the brilliance and passion of Keith Richardson.
There’s no real twist here apart from the fact that this is not a revenge story after all since boots on the ground is a stupid way of doing that.
Instead we have a reunion with former Chief Judge and current spluttercock Martin Sinfield. Brutally tortured and experimented on by his Sov hosts, he pleads with his former nemesis for assurance that they are there to “rescue him”. As the scene goes on this pleading becomes more desperate and the whole thing would be almost tragic if he wasn’t such an awful cunt. Rather than getting him out, they are going into his mind to turn the tables.
The unsurprising twist is that the hidden member of the team carrying out this devious plan is one Judge Cassandra Anderson. I’ve no real issue with the way Anderson looks here apart from the fact that she doesn’t look her age. Arguments could be made about Hugh Jackman or Nicole Kidman still being gorgeous to look at in their later years and that in the next century the standards of preservation will be much better unless we are consistent in this it isn’t going to fly. The point is she shouldn’t look 56 in one story and 26 in the next.
What I don’t get at this point is why Anderson’s presence is to be kept secret. Are they are going to leave Sinfield there or at least pop a cap in him after she does her work so that the Sovs never know what they have done?
I suppose that Anderson is reasonably famous in her circles and can be easily identified by cameras which apparently aren’t in this torture room. For some reason. Hopefully they’ll stick a bag on her head for the big exit.
With Gerhart blazing away with what looks like a naval cannon we get a good bit of writing here as Dredd thinks on of how he recommended the SJS man for this mission as a way of healing his issues. Since Gerhart took a pasting the last trip out under Joe’s command he really needs to get some payback by blowing away some Sov redshirts.
What didn’t work for me was the scene with the moose when the Sovs shoot at it coming out of the hole even though they clearly identify it as a “capitalist quadruped”. It was a funny moment but seemed incongruously batty here.
Despite the minor quibble about the Anderson age thing I love the art and the panel work is excellent.
With the shop shelves empty of Flesh due to President Butler’s do-gooding ways there’s the sniff of riots in the air and it can only be a matter of time before the diplodocus stool hits the windmill.
Back in the Cret we get a fantastic splash page of Reagan getting the herd to Texas despite the ban and the art just doesn’t get much better than that.
It was a lovely touch with the mobile bank armed to the teeth and emblazoned with the corporate logo that they are “The bank that likes to say no!”
I also liked the one triceratops being lifted into the air to give us a sense of scale about the thing.
Earl Reagan has refused to immediately slot Claw Carver (or give him a good seeing to) and is also keeping the homicidal time bomb that is Pastor Sunday in a rage cage at night partly for his own protection and partly to stop him popping people.
Carver himself faces off with a dino to save the Pastor and this provides us with a great penultiluke page as human and dino face off. The human wins, bizarrely.
In a flashback to an attack at Cochran, we get to see how the General kills a shit ton of people to abduct a doctor that he apparently doesn’t need since he seems to be fucking indestructible. In return for her compliance, he’ll give her something valuable. Whether this is her own life, a Faberge egg or a case of space crabs that remains to be seen. What is evident, though, is that he is a dicksplash of Donald Trump proportions.
He proves this because in the present, their stolen craft is spotted by a Nort interceptor and they manage to blag their way out of destruction with some plot convenience. He then relays the co-ordinates of the interceptor to the Southers who will of course seize on this info and shoot it down. So yeah, that’s more plot convenience since he has the codes for both sides even though he is a criminal fugitive from one and an enemy to the other. I guess this is a story where the brain has to go on hold to lie back and enjoy it as it is apparently written for ten year olds.
As a consequence we seem to be going for overblown nonsense and ‘splosions instead of a serious backstory and the Traitor General is a cardboard cut-out bad guy with nothing that develops him beyond the original concept.
At the Xianta rendezvous he sighs (actually fucking sighs) when the Norts are seen to be there. That’s just how hackneyed and clichéd this is.
Shot down in fireball he steps out of the wreckage as a human torch and is not plugged immediately by the Norts (as they are all bad ‘uns) so of course gets the drop on them in 80s action style. The doctor is of course unscathed as Dron has protected her due to magic powers that ward against inertia damage to her internal organs or suit rupture.
This battle is a final test from the Xianta who appear as triple headed gods like this is a cut price finale of Star Trek V. They are offered the finest and last GI that the Southers produced (so who is Dron again- a Nort version?) and in exchange they will provide the Traitor General with a new ID, new face and a shit ton of cash. Are they genies?
So hang on a second- they can provide all of this stuff he needs (the medical knowhow, the ability to create a new identity and a bucketful of shekels) but they don’t have the power to take down the GI themselves?
The story is terrible but I’m enjoying PJ’s art a bit more than usual so that is something.
It is a week for questions.
Why does Savage has the same musical taste as Pat Mills? That’s pretty weird as I thought he’d have the same preferences as Patrick Bateman.
Why is Bill collecting his shotgun shells from the floor (or is he planting them as his kill signature?). Firstly because he’d have to eject those manually and since he only fired both barrels, what would be the point of ejecting them? If he’s planting them, why bother? Just tip ‘em out over the stiffs.
Second, it’s not like the ballistics is going to reveal much since they will know this is the same killer (regardless of the planted shells) and figure it is a shotgun round due to the huge fucking hole. And who is blasting Volgs dead with a birdgun these days? Oh, that Marze guy who so far popped 30 Volgs in his spree.
Meanwhile, Nika Volodina is relegated to directing traffic in a post EMP Berlin. Despite her report on the Marze Murderer, she’s still sidelined to making propaganda films as befits a member of her sex. There’s a nice line in here about her wanting to catch bad guys but she is instead meant to focus on bad drivers.
The art is some absolutely gorgeous work from Goddard as Savage goes on his murder run to the poem “The Shooting Of Dan McGrew”
There’s a swift pace to this so far and it seems to move forward every episode, which means that despite my reservations on the story (it does feel like I have picked up an unprinted issue of Revolver) it probably won’t outstay its welcome if it keeps the momentum
A story about shit eating GE rats, a cognizantus rash with a weegie accent and side quest to find a cure for said malady seems like a decent enough fit for the Prog so I am happy at the moment. It’s not the worst thing in here by a long way and the art pops off the page quite nicely. I especially liked the Chopper graffiti on wall with sad face as befits a society of constant surveillance.
Our heroine also has a voice in her head/leg. There’s lots of it about these days what with Alpha and PJ Maybe, so this is not so jarring anymore.
I liked the revelation in Dredd but Savage is still top of the shop. It looks fantastic and the story of a revenge crazy Bill is a good one.