While "Sabretooth: The Dead Don’t Talk" doesn’t feature much of Logan, his brief presence in the beginning serves as an effective narrative gateway. The story begins when Wolverine, on one of his many wanderings, stumbles into an old bar and notices a vintage photograph that seems to depict his long-time nemesis, Sabretooth, lurking in New York at the turn of the 20th century. This triggers a compelling flashback that reimagines the gritty underbelly of old Manhattan, introducing us to Mad Dog Murphy—a brutal gang boss—and a fictionalized Marvel history of superpowered gangs battling for dominance in the Lower East Side.
The storytelling is taut and engaging, with a tight pace and a pulpy, violent edge. I read the floppies with my kid, which may not have been the wisest choice—this comic is unapologetically graphic, with beheadings, gut-spilling brawls, and a ferocious tone that pulls no punches. That said, it delivers the kind of visceral action you’d expect from a story starring Sabretooth. Art is servicable in some parts but memorably detailed and engaging in others. It is mixed bag. My kid did remark on some of the gory bits.
While I was initially let down by Wolverine’s minimal involvement, it makes sense given that this is Sabretooth’s spotlight. What stood out most was the effort to humanize Victor Creed—offering glimpses of a romantic relationship and personal ambitions that give depth beyond the usual savage villain persona.
The climax falters a bit with the underdeveloped new villain The Crocodilian, who felt more like a placeholder than a true nemesis. He was very interesting and could have been a spiritual ancestor to the famous Lizard of Spidey fame, but the story is gripping overall, and I imagine it’ll read even better as a collected trade paperback.