By Rick Remender (writer), Tony Moore (artist), Dan Brown (colorist)
Hell. Fucking. Yeah!
I’ll tell you what, when it comes to my comics I only ask for the following: I either want to be inspired, surprised, or entertained. Much to my delight, when it comes to Punisher #11, Meatloaf knew what the hell he was talking about when he said that two out of three ain’t bad, because this issue is the beginning of what I think will be one of the most outrageous and entertaining storylines Marvel’s cranked out all year. Before we talk about it though, for those of you who haven’t been following the title I want you to go back and read The List: Punisher one shot and come back.
Okay, did you read it? Messed up, right? This issue picks up shortly afterwards, with an elite Japanese, monster-hunting squad killing the fauna of Monster Island for unknown reasons. Elsewhere, in the old Morlock Tunnels under New York, an equally elite monster squad consisting of a mummy, a creature possibly from a black lagoon, the Werewolf by Night, and Morbius the Living Vampire implore Frank to use his keen strategic mind to protect Marvel’s monster community from their ruthless assailants. Frankly, that’s all I want to say about the plot. To reveal anymore than that would be to give away some serious entertainment value, and I love you far too much to do something so cruel and spiteful.
This iteration of Punisher has been largely hit or miss for me. I enjoyed the first arc of stories, and then quickly lost interest afterwards. This storyline however hooked me in a big way, mostly because it was so absolutely and delightfully absurd that it left me grinning like a mad bastard; I want my comics to surprise me like this more often. I want them to leave me wanting more. It doesn’t happen nearly as much as I want it to though, and that’s a shame, but this issue, holy crap, this issue was too freaking off the wall not to enjoy. If Remender and Moore can keep up the weirdness, we’re in for some good times.