By Philip Schweier
November 1, 2017 - 04:05
…Or at least their magic lassos, making the other Clayface commandos see the error of their ways and bring their commander, Gen. Ulysses Hadrian Armstrong. With a name like that, how could be anything but a rogue army officer?
The story is filled with mysticism and a witches brew of new agey, feel good sentiment, but it takes some good ol’ fashion brawling to take down the bad guys once and for all. It’s not that I don’t like the story, I just don’t understand it. There seems to be much more at work here than I am privy to. I don’t know if I missed something from earlier, or if such matters are to be explained later. For example, at the moment of battle, Donna Troy’s family appears out of nowhere. It hadn’t been made clear to me she even had a family.
I like the work of Siya Oum; it reminds me of raw John Byrne from back in the day. The second half of the story – the epilogue – is drawn by Marcelo DiChiara, whose style is entirely different, and that’s okay. My only complaint about that portion of the book is how much Donna Troy weeps through it all.