In
this issue, we meet a man whom Cave Carson refers to as his “psychedelic guru.”
Psychedelic? That’s a fact. This whole issue is like some strange
hallucinogenic mushroom trip. It speaks of alternate realities, but it’s not
clearly conveyed if that refers to the Multiverse or some other parallel
universe.
Meanwhile,
said guru appears to be lecturing to a roomful of dead bodies. So who’s crazy
now?
And this
chapter is entitled “Rest in Peace, Michael Pembrook.” Who? Cuz Pembrook never
makes an appearance, so who he may be remains a mystery known only to Way and
Rivera.
The fact
that the story is incomplete should not deter DC from pulling the plug on this
turkey. Other books have been cancelled for less reason, and it would save
paper, ink and other resources for more deserving titles – such as Scooby Doo Team-Up.
To its
credit, the artwork is suitably trippy and psycho-funke-delic. Lots of color,
and pretty trails and patterns, like Timothy Leary vomited all over the page. I
don’t mean that in a bad way; like I said, it suits the subject matter.