A stupidly violent thriller served by infantile imagery is in the air. A vulgar simplistic story of the kind that wants to be a homage to the great classics of US cinema. All this is very indigestible. Not very original, the authors have appropriated mechanisms of the tandem-Risso Azzarello (100 Bullets) for "make" their album. I regret the absence of Jordi Bernet (Torpedo) or Joe Kubert (Jew Gangster) in this type of story.