Jordan is a space cop, tasked with interrogating a spider-pirate because Volk,
the living volcano-head (and it looks as ridiculous as it sounds) is assigned
another case (disappearing planets). The story is short on action and long on
setting the stage for what is to come.
Evil Star has been busted out of space jail, complete with form-fitting costume
that hugs in ALL the wrong places. After man-splaining his own ridiculosity, he
ends up in a justifiable state of advanced decrepitude. All this is at the
behest of the Controllers and their Blackstars. Apparently they’ve given up on
their Darkstars and chose to go all the way black. Or maybe Grant Morrison
needs a bit of continuity coaching.
story ends on a cliffhanger that made me say, “What? Again?” because recent
events in the pages of Superman
appear doomed to be repeated. I can only presume editor Brian Cunningham failed
to ask Someone in Charge, “Has anyone done THIS recently? Say, maybe, last
series is not off to the best of starts. Morrison seems bound and determined to
repeat that which has gone before in this and other DC franchises. The high
point of it is the artwork by Liam Sharp. It’s polished, it’s stylized, and
it’s ambitious, even when handed something so questionable as a volcanic
extraterrestrial with no face.