Comics Fondle

I thought, hoped and deluded myself the previous issue of Fallen Angel was an aberration. Sure, David’s had some iffy issues, but he was on a peak the last few years with Fallen Angel and X-Factor. Then, apparently, he fell off.

While this issue has better art than the last–J.K. Woodward’s attempts at conveying movement, the same motion lines I used as a six year-old, are pitiful however… Woodward’s a static artist–the writing might even be worse.

I’m going to spoil the ending, just because it’s stupid. New magistrate Jude is confessing his sins–Lee shows up for a panel this issue–but who is he confessing his sins to? Bete Noire is priest-free. He’s confessing his sins to his clerical collar. Peter David, who’s been comic books for twenty-three years, makes a narrative move M. Night Shyamalan would call cheesy.

The rest of the comic is some moronic adventure in China (I’m guessing it’s something Communist, just because of the red star on the missile), about Jude trying to kill a dictator to make the world a safer place. Or something.

David doesn’t explore the idea killing a dictator and his number two might not be the best move (the dictator is more moderate than his number two here, so what’s the number three like?). Instead, he just tries to get Lee in for a panel.

This issue just furthers my suspicion DC is handicapping the amount of Lee appearances for the IDW series. At this point, given David’s concentrating on dumb characters, I’m jumping ship. What I’ll do with the remaining issues I purchased, I have no idea. The IDW paper is too slick to wipe with.

F

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