Turok Issue #5
The Turok narrative takes a quick shift in the latest issue. No longer prowling a primal New York State, Turok has now turned his eyes westward seeking out his homelands.
With the narrative lens shifting, so too does the tone and tempo of the story. Still under the same base creative reigns, writer Greg Pak and artist Mirko Colak, it almost feels surreal. Everything about this issue feels like there was a creative team shift, and I did have to read the rosters a few times over before I was convinced it was still the same duo churning out this book.
Now Pak seems to be crafting a softer Turok than the one he had been chiseling from stone the past four issues. He is seemingly a more gentle character, which is odd considering that last arc ended with our hero rather bitter and caustic about his life. The whole issue is dedicated more to an internal evolution of the main character, as plot is not even hinted at until the final two or three pages of this book.
This latest issue feels a bit like the team in general is just pumping the breaks, hopefully before jumping face first into the new arc. The last one begins at such a break neck pace that the sudden down shift is slightly jarring, but not disheartening.
The art, now that is where I felt certain changes had been made. No, they have not, but Mirko Colak seems to be working a much more sluggish pen in this issue. The characters, scenes, and general line work all feel a bit muddy and lackluster. Even the action rich scenes seem to resonate less life than they had in just the issue before.
Now, to be fair the coloring team went from a single stellar artist, Lauren Affe, to a trio of workers. There are whole scenes where Turok’s flesh appears to be the exact same color as his surroundings. I don’t believe he tanned himself a proper shade for camoflauge. It just feels like very lazy colorwork. Shading is basically out the window. It feels like Dynamite scrambled and managed to gather up a trio willing to half ass their way through a book together, which is my sincere hope. This issue was hopefully just a patch job, because the visuals really do backslide in quality, and its painful to see a solid book take such a nasty blow.
In summation, this issue is sluggish all around. It’s not terrible, and as stories change gears, sometimes it takes a moment to gain traction, so from the writer’s perspective, this is an OK issue. This book nothing terrible or stunning comes from the narrative. The art however feels like it has hit a nasty speed bump, but hopefully nothing more.
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