When we last left our chainsaw-welding, scene-chewing heroine she had been 1) violated by demon succubi, 2) saved by a mysterious stranger, 3) attacked by devil dogs and 4) surrounded by a horde of undead who subsequently had their heads explode thanks to the almighty power of
We also learn a little more about the mysterious Mr. Macabre who, as it turns out, isn't quite that complicated of a character as I had hoped. Instead, he fills more a rogue demon kind of role similar to the Violator in McFarlane's Spawn series. He even shapeshifts in a far more hideously grotesque form which is admittedly pretty visually stunning. Nonetheless, besides an unprovoked penis joke and the insinuation that Hell is something of a living organism, his appearance in the issue does little to move the story along.
Lucifer tries to impress Nancy with his best E.T. impersonation... and fails.
A lack of copyediting and a blithely weepy-eyed Lucifer drag the story down a notch from its debut issue. When the script isn't being overly dramatic it fails to understand the concept of singular and plural nouns, often confusing the two and taking you out of the story. On the other hand, the artwork remains as gorgeously grue as before with a highlight reel that includes nasty zombies, gnarled demons, and mangled corpses that have been eviscerated beyond all recognition. There's even a brief cameo by a mad scientist turned psycho slasher(?) and the reanimated meatsuits of Nancy's friends, who are also revealed to have been the victims of the aforementioned scientist/slasher.
I'll admit that this ride was more fun the first time, but I'm still willing to give it another shot with issue #3, though I'm hoping that El Torres' story can keep pace with Ryp's spectacularly lush artwork. Ending a little less anticlimactic than its predecessor, this issue leaves off with Nancy squaring off against her demonic former friends and a stoic, stone-faced Lucifer being tempted by an agent of the Darkness. Here's hoping the not-so-red lord of Hell can grow a pair long enough to keep me from wanting to cut my wrists with his depressing aura of self-loathing and pity.
Is it just me or do the female angels seems more laidback and carefree then the men?