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MEN OF WAR #3

“Last Clip”

Written by Ivan Brandon

Drawn by Tom Derenick

Colored by Matt Wilson

Cover by Viktor Kalvachev

 

NAVY SEALs Human Shields Part 3 of 3

Written by Jonathan Vankin

Drawn by Phil Winslade

Colored by Thomas Chu

 

Review by Brad Jones

 

This might have been my most anticipated issue of any series – since reading the first page of Men of War #1, I’ve wanted nothing but to employ our “three strikes” rule and quit reading these books, and fortunately, with three of the most meandering, meaningless books I’ve yet to read, I can close the digital cover of my MoW journey forever.

What made this issue all the greater, is how spectacularly this series implodes in Issue #3. The first half – usually the “better” of the two halves – is a “last stand” kind of story, where a group of soldiers is surrounded and on the verge of death until one of their privates goes all Captain Atom and explodes. Not a single name is spoken out loud throughout the entire piece, so you’re left looking at indiscernible soldier #1 or #7 the whole time. I liken this ironically titled “Last Clip” to a Michael Bay shot of pre; utter nonsensical explosions without a drop of substance or sense of plot.

The final NAVY SEALs (AMEN!) story is just like the preceding two, as if written by a five-year-old playing with a few GI Joes. The most trite and ridiculous of dialogue is aided and abetted in this issue by a reveal of a baby born during a hostage crisis. For real. In my brain, these characters walk around without knees and kind of bob left-to-right from the shoulders and are more akin to a Ken doll than a living, breathing soldier. I give props to Vankin for making a living writing comic books, but I can’t choke on any more plastic from this terrible product.

VERDICT

Perhaps my harshest criticism yet of this book is one I’ve felt since the very beginning; that this book feels more like someone trying to fulfill a quota than the exploration of art and character. Not every book needs to be Batman: Year One, but a little intelligence, character development, story continuity and a couple of other colors added to the bleakest artistic pallet ever could have made a book I wasn’t particularly thrilled to read in the first place into one that would be inarguably well-produced.

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