As a man who recently took a header off NZ’s highest and most pant wetting bungy, Orlok knows that death defying feats to entertain a public can be tricky. Sure, you can fuck it up and miscalculate your trajectory, fall victim to the whims of an uncaring agent of fate or, more likely, come across a total killjoy like Joe Dredd. In this last regard, you can only pucker up and kiss your anus goodbye…
John Wagner brings his D game to the script and Barry Micthell starts a short run as a Dredd artist.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
A showman plans to go ahead with his death defying stunts against Dredd’s orders.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Judge Sweeney is another female Judge given a supporting role and sent to find Deputy Chief Judge Pepper, who has stupidly allowed Muldoon his permit.
Judge Walin helps Dredd out on crowd control.
IT’S CULTURAL, INNIT?:
Muldoon bears an uncanny resemblance to the great William Claude Dukenfield.
Harry Houdini was a great Hungarian illusionist and escape artist who couldn’t take a punch to the guts.
ANY LAW LORE?:
If a Judge signs a permit, only that Judge can reverse it.
The Birdie lie detector is introduced as a narrative tool.
The idea of a Judge issuing a permit without the option for it to be overruled is ridiculous.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
Why doesn’t Dredd use Control to locate Pepper instead of getting Sweeney to try and find him?
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
I honestly hate to use the word without full justification and a breakdown, but it’s pretty shite here.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
Dull. One link.