It’s really something wonderful and sadly all too rare in comic books: it uses the genre to tell a story and get across a point that really wouldn’t work as well in other media. It’s not just a story in a comic book, it’s a story using a comic book to its fullest potential
Deadly Class has always been something that I’ve depended on to deliver the quirky, dark and funny crime drama that it promises, so imagine my surprise when it managed to bore me.
So the story of issue 12 plays out in a rather logical turn of events: Marcus turns up with head of decapitated son, Father is a bit miffed, face painted brother riding a motorbike and carrying a knife throwing maniac give chase and violence ensues. This is all very Deadly Class.
It’s back to school for Marcus after barely surviving a cartel kill-squad. But he’s about to discover that even hardened teenage assassins aren’t immune to the ravages of broken hearts and breakup notes.
Deadly Class is preparing to wrap up its second arc with not so much a bang but more of a nuclear strike. Issue 11 finds Deadly Class with its head firmly lodged in a big pile of drugs and its refusing to come up for air until it can speak to the magical goblins which it believes secretly run the world.
Not many things can mix fart jokes with crime thriller but Deadly Class #10 takes a pop at it anyway. Marcus tries to get his personal life in order and at the same time, settle a score with an old enemy.
“We are dragged back to Marcus’ attempt to bring down his nemesis, while at the same time, deciding which girl he wants to give his awkward teenage love to, oh and there’s a bit where they go to a rock concert. I mean, of course there’s a bit where they go to a concert. That’s what people did in the 80s; they plotted murder, then they went to a concert and moshed. Ask your mum.”
Deadly Class #8 tells the story of Marcus Lopez, a social misfit who finds himself at King’s Dominion High School for the Deadly Arts which specialises in training their students to become the most dangerous killers the world has ever known.
Deadly Class #7 opens to the introduction of a new set of killers in grotesque fashion. The pacing is very quick and Craig’s artwork takes enough panels to draw out the feeling of dread as the hapless victim is preyed upon by his female attacker and her slack-jawed back up.