How would it be to hunt your fellow man? To be honest, I think I’d quite enjoy it. Especially if it were that driver who I saw intentionally splatter a duck and ducklings a few weeks back. It certainly would have saved me several weeks of revenge actions, anyway. Not that I am advocating murder, of course. I’d just settle for a tranq dart in the ballsack when the hunt is over. And possibly some tar and feathering. I might run this one past the local council and see if it flies.
That’s just dirty…
March 2107 (Progs 407-411).
John Wagner and Alan Grant hunt down Ron Smith, Steve Dillon and Cliff Robinson.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
A club that hunts down and kills random citizens comes under Dredd’s investigation.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Judge Frisk seems to enjoy waterboarding his beaten suspect.
Wally Judge Washington is undercover at the Flyblown Carcase.
IT’S CULTURAL, INNIT?:
Johnny Johnson is probably a nice nod to the longest-lived member of the Dambusters raid.
Wim Wenders references the German film director who is long past public acceptance of his art.
Mario Puzo was an American author best known for his Mafia stories.
Vic Damone was an American traditional pop and big band singer with more than a few mob connections.
ANY LAW LORE?:
The belt radios have a cable. A fucking long one at that.
The tiny comm unit Dredd uses has a little man inside. Either that or this is a small vid screen, which is something we haven’t seen before.
Possession of sugar is illegal, but seems to carry a lesser sentence than perjury, which will net you three in the cubes.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
The round that hits Stibble enters the abdomen on an upward trajectory and hits him in the heart. As Stibble is quite short, was this fired by a dwarf?
Dredd leaves the corpse of a murder victim in the street and rides off before Forensics arrive. He’d fail someone for that.
Does Dredd carry cones, tape and signs on his bike, just in case he comes across a corpse?
Chip is shot in the head but when Smith draws the corpse later, it has a hole in the chest.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
The mix of artists works slightly better than City Of The Damned, but there is still come inconsistency, especially in the feel of the city and the citizenry. Despite the brilliance of Dillon’s panel layouts it is Robinson’s emerging style that has the flourish. The Robinson bike and chin is starting to come into its own, too.
The only detractor was the art fuck up or two and the font on the signs being as shit as something I would do.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
Five. The chase to get the bad guys, the Judge brutality and the fail to make a final arrest make this a decent tale. The draw for the kill being rigged so that the new guy has to carry out the murder is somewhat similar to the rules of the later Fight Club so that was a pretty cool. The Judge brutality was nicely done with the identification being marred by a broken nose and bloodied face and I absolutely loved the interaction Dredd has with Lavishanka’s streetwise kid. Ditto for the fact that at least two women in the Big Meg are called “Bub”, causing gender purists to gnash their teeth in fury.