Killing Girl
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Comic Summary: What if the Mafia had their own secret service...? Sara doesn't remember her real name. What she does know is that she traded away misery as a former prostitute and became a world-class killing machine. When a routine hit goes sour, Sara makes a shocking discovery: Suppressed memories, haunting her since childhood, are in fact TRUE! And her REAL family, presumed dead, may actually still be alive. She begins to wonder about her life that could have been. Is it too late to reclaim her humanity? No one has ever retired from the Cosa Nostra secret service and lived.
Codes: JUN071882
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$2.99$2.39- Release Date:
- August 1, 2007
- In Stock?
- Yes!
- Contains content intended for mature readers
- Genre:
- Action/Adventure
- Pages:
- 32
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Customer Reviews
Frank Espinosa is a freaking national treasure.
His art...man. This guy is amazing. There's a little bit of Darwyn Cooke via Will Eisner, to start, but it doesn't nearly end there. Not that he's light years beyond those greats; he just goes in a completely different direction. His line work is just the beginning, because it's with his colors that Espinosa makes his pages explode, all splashes of lights and darks and reds and yellows that suggest speed, fantasy, endless action. His character design, meanwhile, is descended straight from Chester Gould and Dick Tracy--Hammerhead and Prune Face would be right at home in Espinosa's visual world.
It's a good thing Espinosa is so talented, because in the hands of a more conventional artist, this script by Glen Brunswick would be pure trash. It aims for the blunt hyper-reality of classic pulps, but instead comes off like it's trying way too hard to sound "edgy" and "fierce." There's also the cheap male fantasy of the nineteen-year-old knockout who's been beaten into submission by the mob and now is an expert killer--sounds like low-end fan fiction to me.
In Espinosa's hands, however, the pulp elements are drawn out, and the exploitation is downplayed. If guest cover artist Frank Cho had drawn the book, his penchant for pin-up girls and ass shots would have absolutely torpedoed the script's best intentions. As it stands, it's Espinosa who makes this title sing in any way whatsoever--it's one comic where the creator and writer just seems along for the ride.
2 pts.