Frenemy Of The State

A kind-hearted version of Paris Hilton with a troubled past and distant Mommy gets recruited by the CIA and pulls off ludicrous ops, “Alias”-style, under the guise of jet setting. Replete with pop culture references to “American Idol”, “TMZ”, social networking, and European fashion.

Think of it as a teenage-attempt at a Saturday-morning James Bond cartoon, with a good bit of girl power mixed in.

What’s truly amazing about this series? How about that it takes no less than THREE people to write it. Geeeez.

The art is passable and OK cartoony, but sorely short on establishing or contextual shots, given the assumed settings of mansions, palaces, high-rise and rooftop escapes, etc. Readers are just left guessing on the whereabouts, with a ton of 3/4 headshots, and boring outfits. For a comic that refuses to let you forget how “cool” it is, all the girls wear the same v-neck t-shirts, simple jewelry, or sun dresses. Every guy wears the same suit. The colors change, so that’s a plus, and thank GOODness there is a colorist, or there wouldn’t even be shadows.

So, just in case you haven’t gotten enough entertainment from LiLo hijinks in the news, you can dish $4 an ish to find out what she might be doing in her offtime, if she were a U.S. spy. No thanks.