Unstoppable spy/hitman/bounty hunter/doesn’t matter takes on generic international baddies syndicate because action! Lots of guns, lots of dead goons, a whole lotta nuthin’ - this is Polar: The Spy Who Bored Me!
Victor Santos’ Polar is the most derivative comic I’ve read in a while. About the only thing that held my interest was noting Victor Santos’ very obvious influences. The art style ranged from Frank Miller’s Sin City to Eduardo Risso’s 100 Bullets to Michael Avon Oeming.
Victor Santos’ Polar is the most derivative comic I’ve read in a while. About the only thing that held my interest was noting Victor Santos’ very obvious influences. The art style ranged from Frank Miller’s Sin City to Eduardo Risso’s 100 Bullets to Michael Avon Oeming.
There’s very little writing and when there is it’s eye-rolling action schlock dialogue:
“I won’t tell you anything”
“I won’t ask” (shoots him)
Golf clap.
The protagonist, who’s basically Jim Steranko’s Nick Fury, is an invincible killing machine, which is never interesting to read and instantly eliminates any tension in the near-continuous gunfights as you know he’s always going to get through them to stagger onto the next one. The other characters are equally one-dimensional and the storyline was meaningless drivel – think John Wick, Taken, Bourne, Bond, anything of that sort!
Despite being a mix of better influences, Santos is a skilful artist and Polar comes off as very slick though it is the very definition of style over substance. Polar is a forgettable, unoriginal and unimaginative action thriller that fails to deliver even the cheapest of thrills.
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