What was the point? That's all I could ask myself after, finally, finishing this turgid and aimless read. Since the first issue, this mini-series has fallen flat, and this final volume is no exception.
To be honest, I was hopeful when I saw that Daniel was pulling double duty in this book. I thought that his work in Batman was so-so; although his portraiture is lovely, he is plagued by poor layouts and awkward, painful poses. But, I thought that, perhaps, if he was given free-reign he would flex his artist's eye and put out a nice product. Unfortunately, this isn't the case.
The writing is, frankly, even worse. Can we say "bad video game dialogue?" Not to mention the story. No surprises here, except that there are, well, no surprises. Daniel barely wraps up any of the numerous plot threads he's started, and characters seem to come and go out of nowhere. He fails to resolve the "Gotham in turmoil" theme, and the end result is what everybody has expected all along.
A waste of a comic book. This entire series could have been summed up in the first page of the upcoming Morrison-Quitely series, and it would have been a whole lot better.
