Another issue where I’m enjoying everything. Dredd is old-school big dumb action flick territory, in a knowing sense, not least with Dredd’s cheesy DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? shtick. Fun. Diaboliks deftly continues its particular line of horror. Pandora still hasn’t grabbed me to the extent the one-offs did, but it’s breezy and, frankly, well-placed in this current run. Scarlet Traces ramped things up further: tense and superb. The Out: I love that you don’t know what’s coming, that it’s different, that it’s fresh, and that it has a female protagonist in a comic that’s usually—although not right now—full of blokes.
Scarlet Traces > The Out > Pandora > Dredd > Diaboliks. But, again, everything here is well beyond the Whatevs Wall of Doom. 5/5, Thargy Boy.