Second from the series that takes a flash back into the life and times of running with the penitent work of John Doe from the film of the same name. Ralph Tedesco and Joe Tyler working the sin right here as Doe goes this time for a lawyer, evil sickness they are.

Straight off the back of a loose fingernail and format smacks up a dry scalpel that is hard to ignore. From the easy to read saddle stitch of the first, this concoction down the spine, where the glue is ripe, makes taking in the art and indeed the mass of words on pages in the crack, no fun at all. Can't really read this comic when the motion swerves toward the middle of the spread. Peering into the mind of Doe hits the block when the shadows are all too real.

For show, it's a good rock at bringing in another level to reading a comic, yet this clearly can't be the case. Who in their right mind publishes a comic that makes reading it a challenge in the simplest task of opening the pages themselve.

Notes in a ledger, with the run down crazed ramblings suffer for this binding fact. Shining through, Doe is one twisted soul, the collection of clipppings and his mind are comforting in a strange "this is wrong" way.