Suicide Squad, Volume 1: The Black Vault by Rob Williams

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Time to round up the last iteration of Suicide Squad. And Mr. Williams deserves credit for balancing the story arcs that came before with a fresh “rebirth” of the story. No lengthy introductions of the original team, merely glimpses of their various quirks and traits. I respect his decisions – and his talent in pulling the right strings for the readers.

Of course, I’m also approaching this series installation from a position of two movies under my belt. And that (unfortunately, I know) tinges things. For instance, June Moone as a graphic designer? How the hell does that make sense? Where does a freelancer come across a bad-tempered interdimensional diety? (And can you point me in that direction) Always the risk you take when you arrive on the “literary” scene following Hollywood’s interpretation.

All told, everything kicks off nicely. Short, though. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the extra glimpses into the team members, but as they stand outside of the plot, it’s strange. Not enough material to drive things forward, Mr. Williams? Or too much creative energy? I guess I’ll see.

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