This is the official comics adaptaion of the 1989 Punisher movie starring Lundgren as Frank Castle, a man out for revenge on the criminal underworld that murdered his family.
Devoid of anything resembling frills, the Punisher Movie adaptation is straightforward to the point of mind-numbing mediocrity. Strongly generic, The Punisher here becomes a third-rate, watered down albeit pro-gun version his DC counterpart, Batman. Sped up at every level, quality suffers accordingly as the accelerometer drives this tale faster than a more properly germinated would take time to.
Everything that makes The Punisher great becomes shorn off here due to the comic’s favor of excessive velocity and shoddy craftsmanship. As such, the origin tale is presented just as quickly as the plot takes off. With 5 years post-ostensible death elapsed in the blink of a page, typical mafia shit takes off not too long after the Namesake has been born (curiously off camera here).
In either case, the value here is purely historical. And perhaps all the more important, as a retroactive testament to Garth Ennis’ stellar rebirth of this classically revarnished character. In fact, disdain this crap, just jump to Ginger boy’s run.