And now, a review:
On my scale, 8 is a book to keep buying every month. 7 is one to keep buying as long as the money is there. 6 is one to drop, not because it is horribly bad or anything, but because it just doesn't interest me.
If this didn't have Darwyn Cooke art, I would have graded it a 6. If it had better inking, I'd have graded it 8.
It's not that I think Palmiotti and Gray are poor writers, it's that their work just doesn't grab me. In the opposite vein, I don't care for Country music, yet I really like Shania Twain (even before I found out what she looks like) and the Dixie Chicks.
I've recently become allergic to much of the inking done by computer. Few inkers make it look natural (meaning how it's been for my entire life, thankyouverymuch; am I becoming too curmudgeonly?), and it's starting to nauseate me. Cooke's inking here looked too something for me. I'm guessing computer inking looks great on a computer screen, but I don't read comics on a computer.
As to the story, I found it to be too long, perhaps necessitated by the thinking that it had to be longer because it was an "anniversary" issue. Much of the "Hex kills 50" (also a nod to the issue number?) was merely filler to get to the page length.
Girl getting pregnant and running from the father was too much Beatrix & Bill for me.
And the much ballyhooed "outhouse cannon scene" took me out of the story. You see, a reader willingly suspends disbelief in order to let a story work. Anything that disturbs that suspension risks losing the reader. Such was the refrigerator scene in Indiana Jones IV. Took me right out of the movie. I was willing to let it go that someone might survive a blast inside a lead-lined refrigerator, but not the sailing through the air bit. He would have died from the force of the sudden acceleration or the sudden stop. (BTW, do you know why they pushed that movie as Indy IV? Because at his age, Harrison Ford needed an IV after every strenuous scene.)
Such was the cannon scene. There is just no way that you could sneak a cannon that close without making so much noise as to tip off any-and-every person in the area that you are doing so. Too. Much. Noise. Took me right out of the story.
So there's the review.
I was perfectly content before I was born.