Sunday, 30 April 2017

27, Volume 1: First Set Review (Charles Soule, Renzo Podesta)

Rock star Will Garland damages his hand and can’t play guitar anymore. Desperate for a cure, he seeks out a mad scientist with a demented plan to harness the power of 9, a number representing creativity itself, to somehow fix Will’s hand. Except things go wrong and the 9 set out to kill him instead! 

Uhh… no. I like a lot of Charles Soule’s earlier comics before he went to shit at Marvel but Twenty-Seven is not one of his better efforts. Everything from the premise - something about rock stars like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Kurt Cobain dying at 27 - to the convoluted plot development was sketchy and failed to make sense. Unsurprising though given numerology in general is one big crock! 

Then suddenly he can teleport somehow and there’s a contrived hostage situation at the end where he can use his newfound powers - it wasn’t good. Renzo Podesta’s murky, blocky and hideous art is also among the worst I’ve seen in a mainstream comic. 

I like that it’s similar to a lot of Soule’s early comics in that it’s an unusual, ambitious and imaginative story but, unlike books like Strange Attractors and Strongman, Twenty-Seven just doesn’t come together.

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