This year's proggage is wrapping up in good health, even if every other thing in the universe has gone to shite.
Cover: as non-specific Dredd covers go, this one is lovely and lively.
Dredd: A proper little Dredd tale, sinister and silly in the correct balance, and with really terrific art from Lynch, his best to date. Wyatt uses the three parts well, keeping everything flowing between episodes and yet keeping them self-contained, while still leaving room for a return engagement: not an easy trick. My only regret would be that the baddie didn't have a memorable name - I can't remember it now and I just put the prog down - and it wasn't even mentioned this episode! Something that rhymed with cannibal would have been good... Annabelle Unger, maybe? Desiree Longpig? (Well, you can see why I don't get to write Dredd...).
Flesh: If this had been the first episode of the current run, I'd be reasonably happy: some shooty stuff happens, there's a dinosaur eating people, Pastor Sunday has (hopefully) gone to join the Choir Invisible, even if I'm not even vaguely believing Vegas has been shot off screen. But this is the eighth episode, and for a story that includes a time-travelling T-Rex, Claw Carver and Earl Reagan, and the K/T extinction event itself, it just hasn't been enough.
Hunted: Legacy characters shoved back into the prog, apocalyptic setting, grudge-match standoffs... why this is just like Flesh! Except it isn't - I can see what's going on, it's exciting, I want to see more. A great surprise of a strip, I hope a follow-up is in the works already.
Future Shock: Very enjoyable story, great cheeky designs, clever twist. All horribly familiar, and not just because of the setting.
Savage: A very entertaining slice of utter bollocks, with beautifully-drawn action. No problem with this, every book of Savage has been satisfyingly different from the last, and long may it continue.