The Worst Dudes

Sam Sugar is a former dirty intergalactic cop.  That “former” only applies to the cop part, as he’s still plenty dirty, doing odd jobs for the superbeing known as the Eternal Empress.  His latest involves tracking down her husband, the Storm King’s, most famous illegitimate offspring:  Intergalactic pop star Zephyr Monsoon.  Why?  Because Zephyr has gone missing after divorcing her big pink pussycat – literally on all three counts – husband Caligula Monomacho, and the Empress wants this girl found before she can besmirch her family’s name any further.  She also has Sam take along her immature godling son, Bang, in the hopes that this will toughen him up some.  While tracking down Cal’s whereabouts is the first stop on catching up with Zephyr, it’s only the start of a journey that’s as raunchy as it is ridiculous.

To wit:  There’s a warning on the cover which lets the reader know that they’re in for a story that has odious language, wanton drug use, willful violence, unabashed lechery, and generally loathsome behavior.  While I’m certainly down for any kind of story that involves all of these things, writer Aubrey Sitterson and artist Tony Gregori, deliver something that will appeal more to actual fifteen-year-olds than those still in touch with their own.  So expect to see this miniseries touch upon a lot of outright crude and crass situations, but only in a way that feels like the creators are going, “Isn’t what we’re doing right now so outrageous?!”  I can respect that kind of thinking, as a story that has a planet jizzing other planets into the galaxy as a creation myth isn’t a complete write-off.  It’s just that the end result is only intermittently entertaining, and simply not on the same level as other stories that strive to be as trashy as possible.