Jill Thompson does fill-in for Millar’s attack on, let’s see, both the English upperclass and on Scottish parents.
It involves an elite dining club; the members have to eat whatever is put on their plate to keep in good standing. Can’t really spoil the big surprise, since Millar does a whole bait and switch for seven pages to hide it, but the salad course is an old Swamp Thing head.
Even though it’s horrifying, it’s a lovely little story about a boy and his dog–Millar dedicates it to a past pooch. It also gives him a chance to show off outside the comic’s regular constraints. He gets to be weird and funny but still show some heart without figuring out how to make it tie majorly into Swamp Thing.
Thompson’s art is fine. There’s nothing particularly good about it; the regular artists would’ve handled things just as well.
Swamp Dog; writer, Mark Millar; artist, Jill Thompson; colorist, Tatjana Wood; letterer, Richard Starkings; editor, Stuart Moore; publisher, Vertigo.