DISCO SISTERS
The Voodoo covers have been so bland and generic lately that this is actually one of the better ones. But also, what's up with Priscilla's DISCO PANTS?
Wow, so, last issue I made an offhanded joke about some of the Black Razors being 'redshirts?' Well it's been taken literally, as we have some in armor with red lines, and some with armor that has purple lines. Guess which group is the only one to have casualties?
Williamson FINALLY, and too late, decides to take a cue from Ron Marz's book and tie in Voodoo's experience as a stripper into her life experiences now. The narration comparing dancing in front of a group of hooting men to fighting in front of a group of hooting men is pretty smart, and carries the Voodoo portions of the story well. It's a little more ham handed than the subtle overtones Ron Marz was doing, but I'll take what I can get.
Unfortunately what I get is generally pretty sub-par. Priscilla's escort group is chock full of boring stereotypes carrying on boring stereotypical conversations. Even Lincoln seems to do little more than not lose his cool, defend his decision, and be badass.
And then there's Priscilla, quickly devolving into a Mary Sue. She's weakened and out of commission due to the intense strain of landing the ship, using up all her willpower and still unable to land completely safely. Yet within a minute she's up and shooting and shapeshifting completely better. Worse than that though, this whole issue Voodoo was struggling with the guardians for some dumb reason, and she only makes it past them by sending them agains the whole group of Daemonites and sneaking by while invisible. How the hell did Priscilla get in after her!?
In Conclusion: 3/5
This series climbed out of the chasm it fell into when WIlliamson took over, but it broke its leg in the process. It was better that this series got euthanized so soon, it was just going to keep walking forwards in tremendous pain. What we get in the slow process of death is some stuff that's at least decent, but nothing more.
