There was thrill in it, but from a ‘Let me ruminate on this’ perspective rather than the sheer page-turning enjoyment I was counting on, wherein I’d be gripped by the work immediately. It was an interesting experience, although perhaps not the one I expected or wanted. It all seemed to defy my then understanding of how a page ought to be constructed, being a window of possibility into ‘Well, here’s also how it can be done! How about that?’ It took a bit, but by the time I finished, I’d liked what I read, especially given how different visually it was to so much else that I’d read by that point. Every panel seemed to be jam-packed together far too tight, with a sense of odd claustrophobia, and each page seemed to be so busy, with off-kilter panels, that it made my head-spin.
I remember picking up that very first Judge Dredd Complete Case Files collection, still a fairly new reader. That first jolt of Carlos Ezquerra and Mike McMahon was still a bit too much for my then young senses. Alex Garland and Pete Travis’ film was a tightly constructed story, and a good time. I thought it rather a shame that it didn’t do better commercially, thus being viable for more sequels. I remember seeing the 2012 film adaptation, starring Karl Urban and Olivia Thirlby.
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