I grabbed this book off the cuff while I was at the library, browsing. I had just finished ‘Being There’ and needed something to read in transit.
When I flipped through it, I was hoping for something along the lines of ‘Blacksad’, even though it was clear that it wasn’t in the same league at all (seriously, even an echo of ‘Blacksad’ would be quite good… ).
For starters, the art is only so-so. Not just comparatively, but objectively. It gives me the impression of the work of talented, but novice, artists – people still developing their skills. I sincerely hope that they haven’t hit their peak (although, to be fair, the coloring is alright – it’s the best part of the book).
As for the writing, the whole thing was cliché-riddled and déjà-vu – except that it’s on the bottom-end of familiarity. You know how a master can take something well-worn and make art with it? Well, this is not such an example. Heck, even the dialogues suffered; they weren’t realistic OR credible whatsoever.
Basically, ‘L’ennemi’ feels like something that was put together by overgrown 13 year-olds: violence and gratuitous sex wrapped in a lame satanic killer plot – a throw-back to cheesy thriller from the ’80s, really. It’s pretty darned sad, and I have no intention of seeing if it gets better over time.