Monday, August 29, 2005


Warren Ellis hasn't degenerated into a parody of himself, but with the first issue of Jack Cross, he's certainly getting close to franchising. Like McDonalds, there's nothing here that we couldn't get in one of half a dozen other Ellis stories. The result is something that's a little stale and a lot familiar, warmed over by sitting under a heat lamp before it's handed over to the consumer by a sketchy-looking dude in a funny shirt.

Jack Cross is a typical Ellis protagonist: obscenely proficient in antisocial activities, a snappy dresser, bearing at least one addiction that is made to look roguish and cool, and espousing the sort of political opinions formed by listening to the BBC while making coffee in the morning. But bereft of snappy patter, he's just not as cool as they usually turn out -- the last one, Ocean's Nathan Kane, was quite fun -- and that, when combined with the reheated plot, makes this an unremarkable story. We already know what Ellis thinks of American politics and the War on Terror.


Anonymous Kurt said...

You and I are on the same page on this one.

So many people have showered praise on this book that I wonder if they've actually read it or if they just pull out the same stock review for any Ellis book.

Tue Aug 30, 12:12:00 AM EDT  
Blogger Chris said...

Absofrickin' lutely. This is stale, generic spy mush that reeks of a Hollywood pitch. As Kurt pointed out on his blog, Ellis has only Ellis to blame for raising our expectations.

Tue Aug 30, 10:46:00 PM EDT  

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