DC Comics, 20 pages, $ 2.99
Voodoo certainly looks nice, thanks to Sami Basri’s art. There’s cheesecake, but Mr. Basri is not your average cheesecake artist—he can do regular-looking people (and women) in regular clothing, too. And for a superhero book, at least, a strip-club setting is reasonably original.
That said, the art also looks a little stiff here and there, unfortunately. Mainly, that’s because there are too many characters with glass-eyed porn stares, but also because Basri tends to omit backgrounds.
In a rather more significant drawback to the story, the plot only works thanks to the phenomenal stupidity of its characters. If you’re a super-secret agent trailing who you believe to be a dangerous space alien in disguise, it doesn’t seem like such a great idea to confront her alone, in a dark back room, and allow her to tie your hands to the seat.
You know, there’s a sort of minimum effort I expect from my entertainment, and if you think this cuts it, then please go back to the 1990s and stay there.
There’s a nice, trashy, titillating horror story in there somewhere, maybe, but the book is far too tame—and lame—to come even close to that sort of thrill. And in any case, the line and color art are both far too neat-looking to convince anyone of anything nasty, and far too sterile and anti-septic to look genuinely erotic.
The creators guide you safely from page to page, to be fair, but ultimately, this book ends up being neither fish nor fowl.