Insane fact before I start: this book, starring a woman wearing what appears to be a necktie stretched over her entire body, passes the Bechdel test. Many times. The majority of the speaking characters in this book are relatively fleshed-out women, even though Vampirella is a character invented in the 60s as a way for teenage boys to legally buy porn. Which, y'know, fine, but this book made me want to update the Bechdel test to:
1. Two women with names
2. Talking to each other
3. About something besides a man
4. While like, not wearing bonkers clothes designed by 12-year-old boys
Anyway, this wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My curiosity was peaked simply by the fact that this was co-written by Grant Morrison, one of my all-time favorite comics writers, and there are some pretty big, wild vampire-killing ideas in here, along with a few (mostly failed) attempts to make Vampirella less of a sex object and more of a badass superheroine. Unfortunately, they never fully move away from this. Even with Amanda Conner's toned-down artwork in the first story, it's still a little much.
As another limiting factor, this book was also co-written by Mark Millar, the king of provocation for provocation's sake, and a guy who goes back to the same shallow well of "shocking" ideas in every single thing he ever writes (incest, perverse religious imagery, etc.). I wonder what this series would've looked like if Morrison was writing it alone.
All that said, the over-the-top action and villains do feel genuinely fresh, kind of like if Blade was filtered through Pulp Fiction or something. It's heavy on back-and-forth dialogue and plays with time travel in a weird way, and I just kept thinking "I wish this wasn't so uncomfortable to read!" Oh well.
In any case, there is no reason to read old Vampirella (though I hear the reboot by Kate Leth is pretty good), even if you love the writers. It's just too exploitative to let its ideas shine through.