Gary Frank’s art, when combined with Geoff Johns, usually depicts immeasurable success. Here, while I expected to be wowed a la JMS/Shane Davis, I felt both creators either hustled down or held back on their delivery because it feels a bit lackluster. Maybe if Nolan’s films were absent from my mind, I could see Johns’ book as fashionable but this dark, bleak and dreary output, steeped in reality, seems a bit too
