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Prelude to Deadpool Corps #4

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Prelude to Deadpool Corps #4

I’ve been reading a lot of Deadpool comics lately, mostly because there are a lot of Deadpool comics lately, and I try to keep up with the mainstream comics that Marvel pumps out on a weekly basis. And these Deadpool comics do tend to feel pumped out, make no mistake, as if the sausage factory demanded more Deadpool-injected sausages for the spicy sausage lovers who may or may not actually want another Deadpool dose.

If that paragraph doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, it’s probably because of all these damned Deadpool comics I’ve been reading.

But this one isn’t all that bad. In fact, it’s pretty funny. And Victor Gischler seems to understand the essence of a good Deadpool comic. When you’re dealing with the mouthy mercenary, the key is to pack the pages with gags aplenty. Fast, furious, funny. That’s the strategy Gischler employs, and it’s that manic energy that Deadpool thrives on. This penultimate issue of “Prelude to Deadpool Corps” works because it’s a “Gilligan’s Island” meets “The Most Dangerous Game” parody, but it doesn’t stop to linger on those obvious jokes. Instead, it races from one beat to the next, throwing gags at the reader, making with the funny.

Like the other issues of this series, this is about a gathering storm of Deadpools on Multiple Earths. This time, it’s the alternate universe’s Deadpool head that’s brought into the party. So Headpool joins forces with Lady Deadpool, Kidpool, Dogpool, and Mr. Wade Wilson Prime himself. But it’s mostly just an excuse to run around (or fly around, with a helicopter beanie for propulsion) a crazy island, chasing and being chased by weirdos.

The team up doesn’t happen until the end, and Guitar Hero is involved.

Paco Medina moves things along nicely with his exaggerated facial expressions and zany figure drawing — this is yet another of those J. Scott Campbell-looking comics that I’ve talked about in recent months, but it’s a slick example of that kind of style — and there’s no time to worry about the absurdity of this entire series or why any of it matters.

Because it really doesn’t matter. It’s a Deadpool mega-epic. So not mattering is its very purpose. But at least in knows how to have fun.