Written by Jed Mackay
Art by Allesandro Vitti
Published by Marvel Comics
I doubt anyone is lukewarm on The Taskmaster.
It’s a love it or hate it proposition.
Using innate “photographic reflexes,” Tony Masters can replicate any action he witnesses, no matter the complexity.
Combine these skills with an arsenal of deadly facsimile weapons and you get a guy who trains henchmen and contracts himself out as a mercenary for hire.
It’s either lame – he can do what other people can do – or bad ass – he can do anything.
I say it’s bad ass.
What I didn’t expect was for it to be funny.
Things must be tough on The Taskmaster these days because he’s making a living on the golf circuit (competing against Bullseye!) as a hero for hire in the most literal sense. Some rich dues hire these two masters of accuracy to win a golf tournament.
It’s clever and funny and, of course, is only an absurd set up for the real story: Maria Hill (of S.H.I.E.L.D.) has been murdered and The Taskmaster is the suspect.
Enter Nick Fury and the unlikely partnership on which most comic book yarns are based.
In order to find the true killer there is a mystery to be solved that requires The Taskmaster’s unique set of skills. It’s a pretty clever set up which I won’t spoil here, and it projects a story that will likely be globe-hopping and full of stealth and some high-level ass kicking.
As our hero says, “ain’t we got fun”
- I’ve never seen a superhero flee in a golf cart before.
- The Taskmaster is sometimes cribbing a little too much from the Deadpool handbook for antiheroes for my taste.
- “She made enemies like Frank Castle makes corpses.” Groan.