I feel like I was just “Jar Jar-ed”. OK, I suppose that might take a splash of explanation.
Jar Jar – To take something entirely enjoyable, that works brilliantly within its established framework, and then set it ablaze. This is then followed by the immediate defecation and desecration of the ashes and memories, forever scarring those forced to watch.
Cyber Force has just finished a fairly powerful opening story arc, bolstered by the resounding success of a Kickstarter campaign. Issues 1-5 are completely free, and totally above and beyond the price paid per page. Seriously, hop on Comixology, or stop in by your local comic shop (with fingers crossed) and ask if they have the issues still in stock. It is a great read, and the cover art and interior panels are something to be proud of.
Now, as of issue six, a price tag has been affixed, and the story and art are burdened with the task of warranting your precious wallet paper.
I just finished this issue, and, nope. I want to just leave it at “nope”, and purge my mind of what I just did to myself, but I suppose things must be explained.
The art, well, as the pencil changed hands from Khoi Pham to Marco Turini the visual quality has dropped like a bag of bricks, wrapped in a sheet of lead, chained to an elephant (that is also full of really heavy things). The basic character anatomy, something that the reader is expected to disbelieve in most comics from the start, has fallen to shambles. Stunning bombshells are now oddly shaped pudgy masses and blurs. The gentlemen of the book, though not handsome to begin with, have begun to take on a Quasimodo type appearance. There is basically nothing pretty about this issue, and it is tragic and depressing, following the impressive opening arc. Shadows are used in excess, to the point where it blurs and obscures the scenes, and oddly enough, that is the highlight on the visual end. The color feels rushed, and the backgrounds are scratchy and cluttered. Even the usually brilliant cover work by Marc Silvestri doesn’t awe like it typically does.
On the writing end, the story does not deliver a great deal. Writer Marc Sivelstri opens with a rushed origin full of hyper compressed gore, meant to infuse a sense of emotion. It does manage to make the reader cringe a bit, but it is so hastily pushed along, that you can’t really feel sorry for the characters. At best, it instills an odd sense of shock. There's a hasty origin, followed by a lengthy back and forth narrative that feels forced, and then in the final pages, a potential villain is introduced. To be honest, the villain does peak a bit of interest, but the lead up is rushed, and the unveiling somewhat of a science fiction cliché. It is possible the villain is so intriguing because the first two thirds of the issue are so tragically underwhelming.
In summation, I wanted to like this book, I went into it all happy and excited. Sadly the art fell apart all around, and a once solid narrative has unraveled at an astonishing pace. I felt like I was sucker punched, as everything established in the preceding issues dissipated, and I was left feeling really Jar Jar-ed.
1 ½ out of 5
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He was born in the swamps of Louisiana, where he spent his days punching gators in the crotch and funneling gumbo til his eyes bled. Then one day, a powerful foreign entity dragged him across several state lines, and tethered him to the Colorado Rockies, where he lives in perpetual fear of freezing to death and there is nary a gator crotch in sight for punching. Now he hides inside, dreading snow flurries, and hammering away reviews and non-nonsensical ramblings for the outhouse overlords (cuz apparently someone saw fit to lord over outhouses).
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