Making fun of Gugliotta’s art seems like a low blow. There’s so much to mock about Mister Terrific, Gugliotta’s actually not high on the list. Oh, there’s some bad art, but he’s improving in some ways. Instead of drawing Mister Terrific like a white guy, he’s at least going through the motions with keeping the hair accurate. The same—accuracy—can’t be said for Gugliotta’s approach to Karen Starr, but maybe inker Faucher decided to draw her head tilted in physiologically impossible ways.
No, the real fun making is reserved for writer Wallace, who somehow manages to be worse than I remembered him. Wallace loves expository dialogue—I’m not sure there’s a single line without it in here—and his attempt at fusing a feel good superhero (the public adores him!) with science fails.
I miss the first issue’s reverse racism, but Mister Terrific shows some xenophobia, which almost compensates.
