It’s 1934 and the Black Beetle travels to the ancient port city of Constantinople to get a silly ray gun from someone because hey this is a pulp sci fi homage thingy and that’s what happens in them apparently! Cartoon Nazis follow and predictable drivel ensues.
Kara Bocek is unfortunately a crappy follow-up to the mediocre first Black Beetle book. Francesco Francavilla’s basically written a truncated, shittier version of Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade full of cliched action scenes, stock characters and one instantly forgettable scene after another.
Our hero spends most of the story in civvies and seems to only get into costume at the end to, I don’t know, “earn” the title of this being a Black Beetle book? Because he didn’t need to given that it adds nothing to the plot!
The fuck of it is that this book has some of the best art I’ve seen by Francavilla yet. He keeps getting better and better as an illustrator but he’s nowhere near as skilled as a writer.
The Black Beetle: Kara Bocek is a boring, unmemorable outing for this bland and tedious character/series.
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