Eh; art’s really good, but the dialogue and world are lazy, hardcorer-than-thou (the only centrefold is of a groin being bitten; also “I feel like Rihanna after a quiet night in”). Inevitably, matching gangs of vigilantes and villains form, with the attendant cheap gags (“I’m Insect-Man!”). The bit where they tweet each other is good (and surreally true, á la the last Israel incursion).