Remember the holidays of your youth, when a small break in a sun kissed resort meant sitting on your arse and watching with glee as your robot slave contemplated finger-popping a glorified teasmaid? No, neither do I, but it seems that Judge Dredd knows all about this scenario thanks to some storytelling that should have been consigned to the fires of Hell…
DATELINE:
September 2101 (2000AD Annual 1980).
WHO’S RESPONSIBLE?:
David Jackson knocks together some unusual art while the unknown author is carted off by the ACLU.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
Walter falls in love at Mega Miami and soon involves Dredd in a case of robot smuggling.
IT’S CULTURAL, INNIT?:
The rustback robots all appear to talk like Manuel from Fawlty Towers.
ANY LAW LORE?:
Rowdiness and noise penal codes do not apply in vacation centres, even if people are bellends.
CANON FODDER?:
Mega Miami is a luxury beach spot and yet the Black Atlantic is a polluted mess. Zuh?
The Time Stretcher phrase is used again and seems to refer to a jail term.
Walter’s speech impediment is again inconsistent in places.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
Dredd says that he should have signed out a tropical uniform. They have tropical uniforms in a climate controlled city???
Dredd states he has an inbuilt poison probe that detected the cyanide Walter tried to feed him. Inbuilt? Is he a cyborg?
Walter assaults a human yet gets off with it despite it being his second offence (see A Tale From Walter’s Scrapbook). He also escapes any charges for attempting to poison a Judge.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
Unusual and I would have liked to have seen more of it since there are smatterings of a good fit there. It’s a little understated but the clean lines make it work.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
Overall this is poor due to the shoddy script and ropey dialogue. One link.
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