Peniche wields a decidedly different style than regular Phantom artist Silvestre Szilagyi. Peniche's characters are, there's no other way to describe it, fleshier. The flesh seems to literally move. The Phantom's skin and costume squeezes with a snarl. His muscle coils and uncoils when he moves, and when he hits, the power of his fists actually distorts the punching bag's face. Ripples form from the skull imprint. Peniche is also a master of foreshortening, and this just gives the book a greater cinematic feel to accompany the beat of the jungle drums that you hear as the Phantom takes down a boatload of modern day scum. Read Full Review
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