Barracuda is embarking on a solo mission: playing bodyguard to the hemophiliac son of a mob boss. First stop: A banana republic whose dictator owes a thing or two to Barracuda. With rebels storming the palace and bullets flying -- where could be safer?
Ennis does try to slide some social commentary into this issue, but it is ill-suited and badly out of place. With the other excesses of the book, what little seriousness he tries to sandwich in is easily overlooked or dismissed. There is a crack at Ronald Reagan that pops up in a conversation between El Presidente and Barracuda, though, which is as funny as it is surreal. Which kind of sums up this issue as a whole. Read Full Review