- Written by Christian Hoffer, Brian Burchette, Aly Abbas and Jason Murray on Monday, October 17 2011 and posted in Reviews
DC Reviewer: Brian Burchette
From the pages of Green Lantern comes the Raging Red Lanterns. Atrocitus and his Corps are all here as Peter Milligan introduces a new chapter to the Reds. The first issue opens with Atrocitus going through some mid-life crisis as he realizes that all the gruesome and bloody death that he's inflicting is leaving him feeling empty. The members of his corps are also feeling a tad unhappy with their boss. Reflecting on his history and with the help of the heart of Krona, the Big A realizes that his destiny is to become the living embodiment of revenge. The question is, will his followers... follow?
Actually the question should be: is The Spectre going to be upset that somebody is vying for his position? If you get past that one, ask yourself: can a Lantern Corps book that relies primarily on excessive violence maintain a place within the mainstream DC Company? This book, with some beautiful art by the ever professional Ed Benes, gets off to a rocky start.
With the possible exception of the blood loving kitty cat in space, none of these characters strike me as being able to support this book. Anti-heroes are one thing, but cold blood killers, no matter how noble you try to sell them, are near impossible to pull off.
If you know nothing about the Green Lantern mythos then this is probably not the best book to start with, either. Milligan does a stand-up job blending the origin of Atrocitus with the Hamlet-esque soliloquies that seem to dominate this issue; he struts and frets around the stage, but in the end it seems to signify nothing.
Final Score: 65/100
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