Internet, I'm writing to you today to tell you that Barb Wire is complete dreck. And this is just depressing, a terrible thing, because of course it is dreck, that's not even interesting news. I would like to be able to tell you that there's something worth redemption here, that there was a reason I pulled up the crap-of-all-crap from the depths of Shitty Old Comics, that there's something salvageable in this utterly mediocre garbage.
But there is not, and it's not even worth saying there is not. This is an pointless and boring conclusion. I'll tell you, I still think Barb Wire was/is an interesting idea, a sort of cyberpunk-noir-adventure thing with a ruined city, streetgangs controlled by rampaging metahumans, and a bounty hunter who's just trying to keep her bar in business, whose best friend is a zombie cyborg and whose bartender destroys city blocks with his mind.
That is all just weird enough, and just open-ended enough, for me to see something good -- whatever made Robocop good, and Escape From New York good, and Mad Max good, is buried somewhere in Barb Wire. But the characters are depthless, the stories are repetitive, the art is garish, and there's just not a sense that anyone involved had a sense of the kind of atmosphere the book needed in order to survive.
The art, at least, gets an upgrade toward the end of the volume -- but this is also when they started drawing Barb as Pam Anderson, complete with bondage leather and overprimped hair. I'm telling you, this concept could not catch a break.
And so it is terribly, terribly, nauseatingly bad comicbooking that runs through Barb Wire. Even saying so makes me feel like I'm kicking a dog with no teeth. I feel terrible just calling it out -- but what total shit this is.