Enter the world of The Darkness, a mysterious and violent power bestowed upon one Jackie Estacada, ruthless mafia hitman and dedicated ladies' man, whose dark gift maneuvers him to the center of an epic struggle between hellish forces of cosmic proportions. The Darkness gives Jackie the means to revenge his uncle's attempted assassination, and in a whirlwind of addictively vivid illustrations an engrossing panorama of grab-you-by-the-throat-and-won't-let-go story and pure eye candy artwork, bending your optic nerves into staring O's of captivated astonishment, is unleashed.
Now, just so we get a few things straightened out here. The writing is OK, but it's not Alan Moore. Still, it's sleek and hip enough to make the characters--if not leap off the page then at least walk and talk in a way that's in tune with the flow of the story. Speaking of which: the story is fine, a real grabber, as I already mentioned, but it's not very original. You get the blend of mafia crime story and horror fantasy yarn, with lots of cliches and overused concepts thrown in--that's where Alan Moore could have worked his magic, I suppose. YET--and that's a BIG YET: the story, despite it's somehow unoriginal components, is assembled in a way that makes it utterly irresistible.
The book's strong point, of course, is the artwork. The visuals are nothing short of breathtaking. Every page is a revelation of color, shape and iconicity. What themes are neglected or unfairly shortchanged in the storytelling of the written narrative receive abundant compensation through the dramatic scope of the drawings. The style is phenomenally American: from the sinister, shadow-haunted cityscapes of New York in all its resplendent grittiness to the looming spectacle of the Statue of Liberty suddenly sporting the grotesquely leering scowl of The Darkness, this book has it all. Elegance and brutality stirred into a heady, high-voltage hybrid of unparalleled dimensions. Tony Lower East Side clubs and dimly lighted parking garages, skimpily clad alleged models with imposing busts sipping martinis in the former while hapless enemies of the Franchetti family greenlit for assassination meet their bloody demise in the latter, for example by getting crushed to a pulp by a blood-red Lamborghini going at them full throttle, Jackie Estacada, the Darkness himself, behind the wheel. Then there are the villains and monsters, populating a lavishly Gothic sphere replete with swords and sorcery and lasciviously outfitted babes. Horror, crime and sex. The perfect fuel for testosterone-run engines, eh?
This, ladies and gentlemen, is The Darkness: an undisputed highlight in the world of comics, rich in cultural analogy and engrossing scenery, whether that be the images in general or the gorgeous females that populate the book in particular. And we're talking drop-dead gorgeous here, which goes for the entire creative effort, of course. Inventive take on the whole "powers of darkness" genre (if there is such a genre).
Buy it. Read it. SAVOR it.
Command the Darkness (and pay its price). Jackie Estacada can't wait to make your acquaintance.