STORY: 4/5
Ennis injects a ton of Irish culture into the second volume of Max Comics Punisher. There’s a segment towards the end of the book where a British Vietnam veteran and Secret Service agent interrogates a captured Peter Cooley, member of the Provisional I.R.A. Within this heated conversation, we are showered with a barrage of vague statements on the animosity between the British and the Irish. History, wartime jargon, whatever you want to call it. This comic would probably be a great read for political enthusiasts, especially those knowledgeable on the history of Irish/British conflict. I, an unknowledgeable person, was out of my depth, and unwilling (at the time) to spend what time it would take to research the history and the terms. What I can say positively about Ennis’ writing here, is that I appreciate that he doesn’t hold our hand. I appreciate that he utilizes his understanding of his culture and the wartime history involved to craft an authentic conversation. It was very well-written, but I simply couldn’t follow it, and that’s okay!
About the plot, I thought the conclusion was mostly predictable, more so than many of Garth Ennis’ joints. Nevertheless, I found Kitchen Irish to be a fun tale of multiple gangs chasing after the same tail. The last leg of the comic is the strongest, while the beginning spends much time building up to an explosive conclusion. There are many pieces at play here, and the board needs to be set. Once things pop off and the pieces start shooting at each other, it’s a blast. I thoroughly enjoyed the characters Garth Ennis wrote here. He’s definitely got a knack for writing despicable antagonists, especially ones with physical deformities!
I was satisfied with the conclusion of this Punisher tale, however, there was a plot thread left astray, that of a young child who witnesses something horrifying. I needed to know that he would be okay, but this was simply forgotten?
ART: 3.5/5
Line-work duties are assigned to Leandro Fernandez in volume Two. I thought he did a great job. It’s nothing remarkable, but works wonderfully in the storytelling department. Lots of widescreen panels and black boarders, keeping things cinematic. I’m reminded of Jacen Burrows. He does well with expressions, though all the young characters are devoid of definition, sometimes leaving them looking puffy in the face.
The Tim Bradstreet covers continue to be hit and miss for me.