This was surprisingly not as awful as its interior art suggested it would be. For one, the story actually was interesting and rather well-written and that really saved this comic from being a total train-wreck.
The artist was clearly either someone who had just discovered Blender existed or someone who had decided to make a comic using toy action figures. And whilst it resulted in hideous art, it was less of a distracting eyesore and more like an unexpectedly hilarious inclusion. If you didn’t focus on it too much the ridiculousness of the art sort of infused itself into the story and amplified the humorousness of scenes that probably should’ve been more serious given the delicate topic being explored. And the art was, in some ways, reminiscent of the “it’s so bad, it’s good” attitude adopted around cult classics.
However, the ending was inadequate and very abrupt, as though Rucka didn’t have time to address the consequences of any of the plot points, so he just threw his hands in the air as though to say “oh well, this is the best you’re going to get” and quit whilst he was ahead. If only the story had been a bit longer in order to properly explore the complexities of the topic and more conclusive to round out the story, then it would possibly have been able to surpass the cringy art and earned itself 3.5 stars or, dare I say it, 4 stars.