Continuing his catch up, Orlok pulls open the pages of Prog 2007 and weeps at the contents. It’s coming to something when you are looking for a Letters page to add as the top thrill…
I like the pub sign but the shotgun’s a dead giveaway though, Billy Boy. Yeah, I know it is done for laughs so with that in mind it hits the spot. Bill’s Superman kiss curl is pretty cool as is the fact that he looks like a young Sean Connery from Hell Drivers. Or should that be Stanley Baker?
He’s like the anti-Trump too. Just look at the size of those fucking Les Grossman hands compared to the cheeto faced one’s tiny digits.
There’s no logo coverage and the brand is back to the standard we know and love so I really liked it.
Inside, the Damage Report from Yewtree Tharg is about late prog deliveries and this was also quite funny really. Except if you have paid for a service which doesn’t show in which case someone is dropping the ball.
This featured some really nice colour work from Lynch who is really coming on leaps and bounds in style. He’s one to watch. But not in a Kleenex at the ready George McFly kind of way.
I chuckled at the old school Lawmaster kick up the arse which I have not seen in years and guffawed loudly at the hazard logo on the tanker (complete with a barred knife and fork sign to tell the terminally stupid not to eat the contents) and that is always a good sign that the story is giving off some Big Meg wackiness vibes.
Storywise it is a good blend thus far with Judge Orville teaming up with Dredd and seemingly not put off by the old man’s rep and straight man routine.
With an honoured citizen working on what is essentially a food replicator for turning raw materials into healthy grits there is the realisation that this could be a real problem solver for a city in dire need of grub now that the Cursed Earth is not providing. When the Chaos Day attack left said Cit and some other pals stranded, necessity became the mother of invention and they came up with this doohickey. What’s the betting this whole thing is cannibal related, though? I mean, several people trapped in a bunker with very little food, sooner or later this is going to go all Ravenous. Plus there was a weapon missing from that rackfull on page 5.
Bloody hell, this is even darker thanks to the post asteroidal winter and the fact that pages appear to have fallen into a Brexit voter’s heart. I guess there is some justification for getting out the black pixels if the impactor brings darkness, as opposed to the actual Darkness which is even worse.
I think I also spotted a nipple in panel 7, which is of course disgusting. Ban this filth.
Storywise, Like dinosaurs that may have survived the impact, this is just lumbering on to a slow death now and needs to get to where it is going and quickly to keep up the good graces of anyone still hanging on.
With everyone saying goodbyes as the meteor hits, Sunday is still alive which as I said last time doesn’t make sense if Claw (who also thinks he may die) has sworn to kill him. He’d be stabbing his eyes out as the meteor comes down. Fuck, I know I would.
And let’s talk about that impactor. With bare nipples, women dressed as harlots and now openly homosexual cowboys on show, it’s no wonder that brimstone is raining down from the heavens. Smite them, O Lord!
Surprising nobody except maybe the Biblically disadvantaged, the gang survive and are heading to Base 6 which they think could have been washed away by a mega tsunami. It looks like Vegas and her crew have gotten their first, though. Oh and also Gorehead who may or may not be Tardising his way throughout the story that bears his name.
For the benefit of the reader, the Doc records a personal message to her hubby who is a POW in a Nort camp. We learn later that the General has lied to her that he can spring the hubby in order to enforce her compliance. He’s using her to get what he wants and so there is no redeeming quality to him. Despite the fact that this is a story about the General we are getting no further insights into his character.
The dialogue is also clunky as hell this week as the General asks, “are you picking up the same readings from the sensors we buried”. Of course this helps to tell who is in play but there are better ways to impart this and it seems that Rennie just cannot write action stories or those with a military slant. It’s like his Caledonian Kryptonite.
Confusingly, the General stipulates he needs Rogue alive in this altercation- why? If he is making the deal with the aliens then OK he needs the GI in one piece but then he is not in this to end the war with a Nort victory, he is instead taking the new ID deal. If he is going to kill Rogue to give the Norts victory then why not have Dron do it? It will have the same effect of getting the GI off his ass and then he can easily dispense with Dron in his own time.
I was groaning when the bounty hunter has to deactivate the shield to do whatever he needs to do with the General while at the same time wondering how he isn’t burned to a crisp by what is clearly insane heat. He is of course then grabbed and disposed of because the General took an anti-paralysis agent before the fight. No really he did.
As I said, clunky as hell.
Again the colours are terrific but Rogue is poorly rendered in a few places. Nice guy though he is, I think PJ is unsuited to drawing this strip and I’d like to see Coleby back on it if it has to return.
So, In lieu of shooting Savage in the face to wrap up the case and solve two problems in one, Nika opts for an arrest while talking about music. She reveals in a tender scene how he was given away by his gallows humour (last week it was shotgun residue and the week before it was his lack of fear so she can’t seem to make her fucking mind up) and before she can slap the cuffs on him there is another interruption.
Interrupted by Spartak and his men who were presumably outside in a taxi or something, the bar becomes a crowded place. Is the entire fucking department here now?
After some toing and froing Spartak suggests Nika may be wearing a wire and it takes a flash of her baps to prove this is not the case. Jesus, if she is waving her norks around during any line of questioning, maybe Yegor had a case. If she starts on Bill again she’ll be naked before she gets past what his home address is. This is probably a bad move since like every 80s action movie hero, any woman destined to get close to Bill winds up dead. His erections, few and far between as they are these days, are more lethal than tetrodotoxin.
This distraction pays off and Savage and Nika join forces (who guessed option three last time?) and the highly trained cops fail to shoot our heroes. Savage though manages to crack off a round with pinpoint accuracy. And that’s why we won the war, Fritz.
The forced nature of the alliance made me squirm seeing as it was all but announced by semaphore and some skywriting but the shootout thing was just bad.
In a final moment of craziness, Nika finally realises that since Savage doesn’t slot her she now knows he hasn’t gone totally tonto.
In the parking lot, though, the lorry suddenly goes all Optimus Prime and identifies them both as tagets.
I don’t know where to go with that, I really don’t.
All joking and dodgy scripting aside, there was a nice line in here about Bill’s hatred and vengeance being never ending but the rest of it…I just shudder at the contrivances.
As always, the art is fantastic.
This is better than last week but that isn’t saying much. I mean, it isn’t Survival Geeks bad but it is quite close.
Sir Albion Drago San does his best Auric Goldfinger and shows off his torture machine to the reader.
Meanwhile, the real Libra has shown up and reveals she planted her personality in a down and out x-morph fiend as an elaborate ruse. She is now going to sell this dupe (our heroine) down the river so she can continue to bang Albion’s son. It’s nice to have a dream.
There is also an RIP Steve Dillon on one page which is laudable. Not quite sure it fits though.
The Dredd story was suitably funny. It’s not a classic by any means but it is the best thing in here.