O time, suspend your flight! 1

I have eight years and Tanguy and Laverdure are my heroes. Johnny sings the generic soap opera on television, Albert Uderzo and Jean-Michel Charlier make me hover, I'll be a fighter pilot!

It is much later and I just finished the last album of "new" Tanguy and Laverdure adventures Tanguy has a paper mache mine and Ernest Laverdure like a madman, it is far from the hero of my childhood.

If graphically aircraft designs are quite successful (and aerodrome views or Ariane launch base in French Guyana), seeking to Fernandez (badly) imitated Francis Bergèse visually characters gives us quite repulsive (Laverdure is a caricature of Sonny Tuckson Buck Danny, who is already not lace originally). The worst is reached with the drawings of women (very barren) that look like bodybuilders on steroids horrible topspin trowel by a cosmetic surgeon misogynist. It is far from delicious female portraits of Albert Uderzo in the sixties (the beautiful Mirage spy on the East or Falbala in Asterix).

The scenario is a pale copy of Objectif Lune, with grotesque gang that wants to divert the rocket. The rest is the military-travelogue in Guyana (little history on the Cayenne penal colony, totally inappropriate) with a learned assembly of rednecks absolute mediocrity.

If you are not a historical fan of the series and that you are not too demanding, this album can still suit you, otherwise turn on the afterburners and flee to winging toward greener pastures.

And if Amuur
Comes to pass
Is friendship
Who wins tuujuurs.