A review by crowyhead
Filthy Rich by Víctor Santos, Brian Azzarello

1.0

This was kind of a big blech. It's clear that Azzarello was going for a Frank Miller-esque noir thing here, and I suppose he succeeded, but not in a way that I found enjoyable. Not only was the story itself both misogynistic and kind of boring, but Victor Santos's art just didn't do it for me this time around. Usually I enjoy his use of light and shadow, but this time everything was just too distorted for my tastes. Basically, this book exemplifies everything that occasionally bothers me about Azzarello, but that normally I can overlook because the storytelling is good. Not so in this case.