Mars Attacks Judge Dredd Compilation (2014) – Review

Ooh, Juicy.

I’d like to start off by stating that Mars Attacks is one of my favourite films. I love Judge Dredd aswell. A crossover between the two, however, seems like a strange, mismatched monstrosity of an idea, the very thought of which sickens me to the very core. But it works, deliciously.

There aren’t many notable characters from the Mars Attacks “universe” but the miscellaneous martians are very entertaining, especially when they’re getting faces pounded in by a Judge. This leads me to the other side, The Judges. Obviously, there are series mainstays such as Dredd or Anderson. However, the battle rages out of Mega City One, introducing Judges from around the world. The Judges from Brit Cit are a caricature of British stereotypes, upholding their ever important manners in the heat of war. Also the delectable Don Travolta cannot go without mention, working every piece of his dialogue into one of even more delectable John Travolta’s movies. No connection at all. AT ALL.

Spoilers in this paragraph. This is what your parents warned you about.

The story opens with The Mega City Mafia holding their monthly meeting. The dons are interrupted by Crusty Smalls, son of the deceased godfather Bulgine Smalls, with a mysterious enforcer. When Dredd and Anderson intervene, they are lead on a noir-esque adventure throughout Mega City One, encountering a variety of characters along the way. Climaxing on a full scale invasion during which Judges from around the world, including those of Brit Cit what, what, are fending off the martian invasion, even working with the perps on some occasions.

No more spoilers! You’re safe, for now.

Before I read this, I hadn’t really heard of Greg Staples. Rest assured I have now and I will be sure not to forget the bold colours and subtle pencil drawn details which I now simply adore. Being behind the stunning art of each of the covers of this mini series has elevated him to being one my most highly regarded artists, along with Dave McKean and Mike Mignola. The art of John McCrea which fills the pages, however, is a stark contrast from that of Staples, utilising bold shadows and sharp, angular lines that makes the action seem that much more intense. The artwork itself is gory and graphic, combating the bright, cheerful colours, making the collection seem edgy and gritty, albeit in an almost satrical way, echoing the work of John Romita Jr.

88/100

On the whole this is a fine addition to any comic, film, happiness loving persons library. A selection of orgasm inducing artwork paired with a dry, dark humour let down only by a slightly predictable story.

Lots of hugs, kisses and lacerations,

Uncle Milo