Mister Terrific #4A comic review article by: Ray Tate
This issue of Mister Terrific feels like a placeholder. Interdimensional jumbo shrimp known as the Kryl capture our hero and run him through abduction clichés--minus the anal probe, thankfully.
Chain, Chain, Chain...
The Kryl are would be conquerors, but I don't know... going forward with your universal domination plans just because you nab an athletic science hero seems a little short-sighted to me. I don't know why the alien crustaceans focus on Mister Terrific's memories when they should be directing their attention to his knowledge of the planet. It's a lot like capturing Jack Harkness and delving into his love-life when the alien kidnappers should be looking for any signs of a wandering champion in a blue box. Likewise, maybe the Kryl should be seeing what's in a shade of blue and red this season.
Windmills of the Mind
After they've probed Mister Terrific, the Kryl do something incredibly stupid and throw him in the tank. I suppose you can chalk this up to arrogance or ignorance. The Daleks used to put the Doctor in cells once. They learned their lessons. Perhaps so will the Kryl. In jail, Mr. Terrific makes enemies and allies and ultimately dopes out a means of escape and revolt.
That's the Sound of the Men Working On the Chain Gang
Though writer Eric Wallace sells the technobabble explanation for a force field as well as Mister Terrific's fairplay way of egress, he oddly has Mr. T credit Newton for the technique. In fact, Newton hadn't an inkling about quantum physics. His forte lay in the macroscopic, not subatomic.
Ray Tate's first online work appeared in 1994 for Knotted. He has had a short story, "Spider Without a Web," published in 1995 for the magazine evernight and earned a degree in Biology from the University of Pittsburgh. Since 1995, Ray self-published The Pick of the Brown Bag on various usenet groups, where he reviewed comic books, Doctor Who novels, movies and occasionally music. Circa 2000, he contributed his reviews to Silver Bullet Comic Books (later Comics Bulletin) and became its senior reviewer. Ray Tate would like to think that he's young at heart. Of course, we all know better.