The Running Man meets Guardians of the Galaxy, complete with a human sized rabbit, an exiled green lantern, a plant with sentient seeds, a detective with a robot assistant programmed with the personality of his dead ex-wife, and various other wayward individuals. And all of it is an indictment of reality television, or, more accurately, faux-reality entertainment. Or something. Honestly, in the last issue or two I kind of lost the plot. There's lots of running around, lots of double and triple crosses, and lots of people living and dying. It just gets kind of run together at the end, which is unfortunate because the early story is strong (and surprisingly funny), even if there are a few more character cameos than strictly necessary (Blue Beetle especially seems wasted here). The art is good, and there's a secondary story involving Larfleeze that's worth a couple laughs as well (namely his assistant Stargrave, whose droll commentary and cynical outlook saves the day on numerous occasions - like an interstellar Jeeves). But the main story feels rushed at the end, like it was cancelled too soon. DC space stories have that tendency, unfortunately. There have been some great ones, but they're usually brief burnouts. Threshold felt like it was on the threshold of something strong, but it got pulled back at the brink.