Perhaps most aggravating of all is the poor characterization of Slade's son Jericho. Gone is the complex, tortured father/son dynamic. In its place is a cold, unfeeling Jericho who feels unnecessarily villainous. Between his one-note portrayal and the generally perfunctory nature of the script, there's just no reason to care about anything that unfolds here. The artwork is solid, at least, but hardly stylish enough to spice up this story. Read Full Review