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Right. Just got #3 yesterday.
Man, Steve Dillon has reached new depths of uselessness, hasn't he? Everything about this issue's art was terrible: all the characters—male or female, white black or Asian, normal human or possessed/infected alien hybrid—had the same sad, horsy mope.
And the layouts had no drama: there were a number of moments in the story that could've been real money shots—the first appearance of the bloody-eyed victims, the revelation of the transmitter they're building, the assault on the team as they work—but they all fell flat. It was slack, listless storytelling.
Which is a shame, because the script was burning, despite the soppy ending: it was tightly constructed and propulsive, with all the beats in place. I could easily imagine the book being a lot better than it actually was, if only somebody has actually bothered to draw the sharp, twanging suspense story that was trying to get out. Dillon really let Wozza down here.
That said, I'm not crazy about Miranda Zero herself being out in the field in every single episode, and seeing her on the "away team" in this issue and last is particularly bothersome. GF personnel are spread across the world precisely so that no one person needs to be ubiquitous.
Fun fact: this was supposed to be issue #2, but it was flip-flopped with "Big Wheel," which was supposed to be #3. Any guesses as to why DC would delay the release of a book with two lesbian kisses in?
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