Right then, here we go…. 2000AD has, for the last year plus, been a regular feature of my week. The trip to the newsagent on Wednesday marks the past the midpoint and on the downhill to the weekend moment of my week. I could do the...
Right then, here we go…. 2000AD has, for the last year plus, been a regular feature of my week. The trip to the newsagent on Wednesday marks the past the midpoint and on the downhill to the weekend moment of my week. I could do the subscription thing and get it earlier, I could use the digital preview 2000AD send through for us and review that, but both seem like cheating to be honest. So a year plus later I’m settled in nicely, still a little bit of a newbie, some things still jumping out and sending me scuttling to the archives and needing to ask a few questions. But generally having a great time. You should try it too.
This issue… Glenn Fabry’s Anderson cover’s really nice and all, but surely that’s old Anderson, not the Cadet Anderson we’re about to meet? Whatever, nice cover.
Judge Dredd by Michael Carroll and PJ Holden
Part 4 of the Forsaken, and we’ve settled into a pattern of Dredd and Dolman, still looking for their wayward clone brother, a cadet who went missing along with his squad on Chaos Day, finding one of the squad then interrogating and moving on, each time uncovering some horrible moment of the Chaos Day nightmare.
I’m honestly loving this. I just can’t decide right now who amongst the Dredd writers impresses me most, but Carroll’s certainly up there. It’s the quietness of his stories, the contemplation, the cumulative shellshock of Mega-City One that he seems to just get right. He’s also got Dredd just so, that panel above where Dredd takes great offence at the cadet distancing herself from the Justice Department, near incapable of understanding. He’s the immovable object that all of these tales of the city can be placed around. Similarly in the panel below, as Dredd learns of the desperation of the squad, his only reaction is contempt…
Yes, I know that’s how Dredd is, yes, I know that’s how it’s always been. I’m not saying Carroll’s doing anything new, I’m simply saying that he’s doing a bloody great job of delivering a Dredd that feels absolutely right. Meanwhile, his artistic collaborator Holden gets the look of the city just right as well, his chunkier artwork capturing the grime and the chaos that some artists fails to provide. This is a great little storyline, and I’m hoping it plays out long, I want to enjoy the slow build-up of the fun.
Cadet Anderson by Alan Grant and Carlos Ezquerra
Last time we had a Cadet Anderson it was a nothing kind of strip from Grant and Steve Yeowell, average, simple, straightforward and with a really not too great, Scooby Doo worthy everything slots into place all too conveniently ending. It was okay. And okay is …. well, okay.
This time there’s perhaps something else here, I don’t know why, but something grabbed me this time. It may well be Ezquerra’s art, which is always a welcome addition, but I think it’s possibly more the prospect of a well-worked police procedural, with a bit of zip, and a bit of action. Whatever it is, it’s working thus far, although I did say that last time, and that let me down hideously. Fingers, as always, crossed.
Sinister Dexter by Dan Abnett and John Burns
This was one of those I had zero idea of. Last issue’s intro episode did enough to make me read on, and this issue answers my question of where’s the plot? It’s here, conveniently found in the offices where Sinister has found work as a cleaner (which again, is a fine gag, the contract killer, the ‘cleaner’ with a mop and his own handy cleaning cart). That it’s also the offices of the same protection programme that Sinister is part of is just one of those needed for the plot to move on sort of things. Yes, impractical, yes, a bit daft, but hey, let’s move on…
So it wasn’t three people moved to Generica as Sinister thought, but four. And he’s not too happy wi