I’ve
never been a fan of the Power Rangers, in any of their incarnations. I’ve believe
the TV show is juvenile and has low production values. But in fairness, it’s
not much different from the live action super-hero shows I watched as a child
in the 1970s – Shazam!, for example.
But
in this storyline, I don’t mind their team-up with the Justice League so much.
As I read, I just mentally insert a generic super-hero team from another
universe. They could be the Space Sentinels (look it up) or the Herculoids.
What
gives this book credibility is the Justice League itself. These are the
archetype heroes in their best form: Superman, the boy scout who will risk
defeat to rescue a robot; Batman, the strategist who wouldn’t; Diana, the
ambassador. And that authenticity of character is what makes an unpalatable
idea an unqualified success. These are the heroes we admire, not the Man of Steel on screen we rail against.
Tom Taylor needs to be writing more Justice League. Perhaps a film.
The
artwork is stellar, though not heavily detailed, but I’m okay for the most
part. There are a couple of instances where it seemed something was left out,
perhaps the penciler expected the inker to finish it. But that can be fixed for
the trade. Some artists will meticulously delineate every leaf on every tree,
every shard of glass, every brick in a wall. As someone who graduated from art
school, I’m here to tell you, that’s not talent; it’s merely patience.
Rating:
6/10