Plas
is on the prowl, in search of a street urchin who stepped in when all hope was
lost. The tiny ragamuffin provided Plas with refuge, a place to lay his weary
head. But this seeming reject from the Little Rascals seems woefully out of
place (or maybe I’m woefully out of touch), in that children don’t wander the
streets in search of fun the way they did back in the days of Our Gang. Nowadays,
they look for drugs or petty theft.
This
chapter expands on Eel O’Brian’s background, alluding that he was a much more
dangerous criminal than one might have thought. But the route is a little
perplexing at first. I had to read it again, then go back to the previous issue
in order to follow the narrative more clearly. But once I did so, I was on
board. So maybe the six-issue mini-series will read better as a single trade
paperback.
The
artwork is superb, potentially giving a master like Jose Luis Garcia Lopez a
run for his money. My only complain is the Finding game on page 4, which
started out as a surreal depiction, but seemingly descended into a social
justice campaign. But I won’t let one blip on an otherwise fine story ruin my
enjoyment of it.
But
the humor is still there, such as the moment when Plastic Man is riddled with
bullets. I know, since when did murder equal wacky fun? Since he didn’t die,
it’s hardly murder. (Nor a spoiler, cuz you don’t kill off your star in the
second issue) (unless your name is Joss Whedon).
Rating:
8/10