
It’s been a few years now since Andy Hartnell and J. Scott Campbell first gave life to Abbey Chase and the women of Danger Girl in the ‘good’ ol’ days of missed deadlines and in-fighting that plagued Image comics throughout most of it’s early years. In the midst of all that turmoil, Danger Girl was a pretty fun book; it’s just as fun, if you’ve read something about them before this.
Over doing it a bit when it came to the sex appeal aspect of the book, it was still rewarding with plenty of action and intrigue with a tightly spun story and more than solid art. Now one half of the original (creative) duo is back with yet another high flying adventure starring Abbey and her crew (the whole cliché filled lot of them). Done in a four part miniseries format (this non-committal effort is apparently all the rage) the book doesn’t spend any time playing catch up. New readers beware, you have to take it for granted that Abbey Chase is totally capable of pulling off the moves she’s doing by page 3 or 4. I didn’t hate this story at all but I felt like I was reading a really bad action movie sequel, because you must read previous issues of Danger Girl for anything you read to make any sense.
The ‘big bad’ in this series is a device that apparently can control all the world’s nuclear weapons. The girls have to chase it down before it’s too late. Since the bad guy’s use the weapon in the first issue, I guess it’s already too late. But not to worry, the bad guy’s (yes they go unidentified) plan on using it again just to prove they mean business. Unless the bad guy’s win in the end, I don’t see any reason to read the rest of this series, but to each his own.
Nick Bradshaw’s art is too much like original creator Campbell. It just looks like the former didn’t do as good a job as he had in the past. Having art that resembles someone like
If you’re a Danger Girl fan then by all means pick this book up, you’ll love it. But if you’re unfamiliar, look elsewhere cause this isn’t where you want to start.
Dante’ Maddox can only take so many lame spy clichés