Good well-matured prog under a spectacular cover.
Guatemala was always going to be a hard act to follow, and so far this Dredd isn't doing it for me, unlike all of the Carroll droid's other Dredds this past year. There are a lot of well-worn elements vying for space here and I hope Mike has some plan for twisting them into something fresh before the end. I'd draw particular attention to the obstructive receptionist - the Judges have been in power for what, 60 years now, and yet every other story has some flunky telling Dredd their boss is too busy to be disturbed like they were dealing with a visit from Columbo and not a violent all-powerful fascist. The iso-cubes must be overflowing with office temps.
Hope is bloody outstanding this week, visually and viscerally powerful. If I was the publishing-division-previously-known-as-Vertigo I'd be grabbing those two boys and shackling them into one mother of an exclusive contract.
Reeks in Space continues to be terrific, doing what it does best and ladling one dollop of high-concept crazy on top of on another. Has Mills found a second Hicklenton with whom he can wreak madness on the world?
Brink is sublime. I'm almost sorry to see a certain name make an appearance, I think I could happily have followed Bridge just navigating the ins and outs of ass-covering in the HSD for several months more.
While nothing less than terrifc, Deadworld this week gives me pause. Ava Eastwood is so blatantly the Dredd figure of this blighted bizarro world that it makes me reappraise the idea of Death as Dredd's opposite/alternative/evolution in a way nothing since Young Death has. If Deadworld can boast its own quasi-righteous lawgiving fossils who is Death's actual MC-1 equivalent? Is he really the twisted ideologue he presents himself as, or is he just another power-mad creep?