Long Odds really stinks. All the right bits and pieces are there for a good story but they just don’t come together. Likewise the illustration at times has good composition but suffers from being a bit stiff.
It starts off OK enough. There’s an introduction to brewing class tension as Sam Clark is involved in commando officer cadet training and fails to pass. His friend Peter Hyde suspects it is because Sam Clark is the son of an engine driver. A watch goes missing under mysterious circumstances, the mission to take the airfield almost goes wrong, trust is lost and then regained, heroic self sacrifice is offered, a deathbed confession is rendered and the troubled are laid to rest.
Sounds good? Except that the class tension doesn’t develop, no suspicion is laid around the missing watch, the airfield mission is an overwhelming success and apart from Clark’s final confession there’s no hint in the story that Clark is a troubled soul.
And this is the trouble with Long Odds there’s ample opportunity for consequential angst but it never gets a chance to develop.
It has an excellent cover though. Also when the commandos get into trouble they really take a beating.
Oh yes…there’s not an arrrrghhh to be seen.
This party would be a lot better with girls. When are the girls turning up?
Instant death? Is that the same as instant coffee?
Caution. Commandos at work.
When, suddenly, I spied them. I saw a pair of pale green pants with nobody inside them!
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I'm not happy! My short ink and paper life is about to be snuffed out by a poor story line.
Bad guys! They don't like showing their faces.
Poor blighter. He didn't even get the chance to say Arrgghhh!
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