Writers: Greg Pak and Fred Van Lente
Artist: Ricardo Lopez Ortiz
Colorist: Frank D’Armata
Letterer: VC’s Joe Caramagna
Cover Artist: Rahzzah
Weapon X usually isn’t my cup of tea.
At least, I never believed it was. After all, the name screams ‘Ultra-Testosterone-Driven-Violence’, and while I’m as into the violence as much as the next comic enthusiast, Weapon X just didn’t grab me the way most other titles related to the X-Men did.
So imagine my surprise, upon picking up this issue, that I actually, legitimately didn’t know what I was talking about. A classic instance of “don’t judge a book by its cover.”
Or in this case, a comic by its title.
In the last issue, Logan cites his ailing health as a reason for ceding field leadership of Team Weapon X to Sabertooth. On their first mission without him, the team goes to Siberia to hunt down Omega Red–who is apparently a mutant-serial-killer-turned-super-soldier. Instead of killing him, they end up teaming up with him to attack the Mothercarrier.
The Mothercarrier is a Helicarrier owned by S.I.C.K.L.E., and while they’re dealing with this, they also have to deal with Warpath, who was sent to stop them from making a murder-fest-mess.
So that’s fun.
Warpath and Sabertooth spend most of this issue beating the hell out of each other while the rest of their team handles the Helicarrier itself, which is apparently hovering somewhere over St. Petersburg, Russia. They deal with this and what looks like the Kremlin’s version of The Avengers, all the while dodging around Warpath and Sabertooth’s battle. The battle which, hilariously, makes a cameo in every scene of the comic in steadily escalating levels of violence.
Suffice to say, I was not expecting Weapon X to be so funny. It was everything it’s promised to be–violent, brutal, and unapologetically driven by these things. But the humor is woven into that tapestry with a great deal of skill (which we can only attribute to the amazing Greg Pak and Fred Van Lente).
While the artwork is lovely, I do have to say it doesn’t do a good job of giving the reader a sense of location. While we know that it’s all taking place on a massive Hellicarrier above St. Petersburg and that there’s a great deal of fighting going on, the individual locations of the characters aren’t clear. That could be by design–as a means of illustrating the chaos of the moment–but if that is the intention, intermingled with the individual conversations and witty quips, it doesn’t quite hit the mark.