Fingerman gets a little harsher here–Bill O’Riley is the evil superbrain who is killing conservative numbskulls and championing liberals (or Rile O’Biley as he’s known here)–and Fingerman makes some Tom Cruise being gay jokes, which is… dated.
The first issue presented the apocalypse as this walking tour the two main characters would be going on. Instead, Fingerman’s made it into a place where no one would want to hang around too long. It’s uncomfortable, pseudo-goofy humor. A lot of the jokes read like Kevin Smith jokes from “Mallrats,” actually.
And while I’m thinking about it logically–Fingerman has the story set in New York, but why wouldn’t survivors leave New York for more fertile lands to farm? At least go to Central Park.
Writer, artist, colorist and letterer, Bob Fingerman; editor, Scott Dunbier; publisher, IDW Publishing.
I think I laughed during the first issue. I’ve gotten to the point where I think I’m misremembering.
It’s a nap inducing bore too.