Egads that’s bad.
I was all set to say nice things about the art, but then Candelario’s inks made that one impossible.
It’s a terribly written comic book. Besides having a really stupid plot, it’s just got the most atrocious dialogue imaginable.
As a sequel to Robocop 2, it’s somewhat interesting–and it does flesh out Lewis’s character more than the movies ever did, giving her a gambling addict ex-husband, which seems really weak for her character and not anything one would believe in anything but a licensed comic book. I think whoever oversaw Marvel’s treatment of the characters napped through this script review (at the time, I think Orion was going out of business, so maybe the liaison was busy).
It’s a painfully bad comic book, worse than any of the previous ones in fact. It might be the worst issue overall.
I really miss Alan Grant’s writing.
Private Lives; writer, Simon Furman; penciller, Lee Sullivan; inker, Harry Candelario; colorist, Gregory Wright; letterer, Ken Lopez; editor, Rob Tokar; publisher, Marvel Comics.