The Losers vol. 4 review

    In previous reviews of The Losers, I’ve pointed out that the series is tailor-made for a
    film adaptation.  It’s a big-budget
    action movie on paper, with smart storytelling and strong characterizations by
    Andy Diggle and killer action cinematography by artist Jock.  It’s an unholy mixture of The A-Team, Oceans
    Eleven, James Cameron, Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino that barely needs
    to be changed to be successful on screen. 
    And apparently Hollywood has realized this, as Diggle & Jock’s
    magnum opus was recently optioned by Warner Brothers.  Just like Sin City, The Losers is a good candidate to become a far bigger film than it
    ever was a comic, something that’s both a tremendous accomplishment and a huge
    disappointment.

     Diggle has made The
    Losers
    about more that just government conspiracies and terrorist
    plots.  He’s brought paranoid
    conspiracies into the 21st century by focusing on the one thing both terrorists
    and corrupt government officials need: Money. 
    Close Quarters opens with The
    Losers
    travelling to London with a goal more suited to a team of
    accountants than special forces operatives: They’re following the money they
    know belongs to the government operative known only as Max.  They stake out Cayman Credit Internationale,
    the bank owned by Max, in hopes of learning something about their target.  Instead, they find CIA operative Marvin
    Stegler, who is also hunting Max despite the recent death of his supervisor in
    an unlikely boating accident.

     When a familiar face shows up to collect some of Max’s
    money, The Losers set off to the
    Azores, where Diggle further complicates the plot with a rusty oil tanker, a
    Russian submarine, and two very delicate US Navy shipments. It’s here that the
    book really blows wide open as Diggle and Jock unleash their particular brand
    of stylish violence upon the audience. 
    It’s nasty and brutal, but even the most pacifistic reader can’t help
    but marvel at the style with which it’s conveyed.

     Ben Oliver, who illustrates the first half of Close Quarters,
    is a good stylistic fit for The Losers.
    His dark, sketchy figures suit the mood of the book, and the particularly
    story, almost perfectly, and on a quick flip through the book one might not
    even notice that it’s not the work of regular series artist Jock.  Unfortunately, Oliver lacks Jock’s
    superlative storytelling skills.  At
    times, Oliver’s work is too dark, and his characters become indistinct.  Stegler seems particularly ill-defined, and
    Jensen isn’t recognizable enough even though he’s supposed to be under cover.  The normally excellent colouring doesn’t help
    – Pooch’s skin tone varies at one point, leaving one to question whether it’s
    him or the white man he’s pursuing we’re meant to be following.

     Oliver’s action sequences are pretty good, but they suffer
    from one major factor: He has to share the book with Jock.  When Jock returns for the second half of the
    book, he bring with him the dynamic and explosive style Losers readers are
    accustomed to.  Action sequences jump off
    the page – Jock breaks out more “wow!” moments than just about any
    artist in comics – and his characters always remain distinct and identifiable,
    even when they’re skydiving and mostly visible in silhouette. As much credit as
    Diggle deserves for his smart scripts and twisting plots, Jock is just as, if
    not more, responsible for the book’s success. 
    As good as the fill-in artists have been, it’s not hard to feel that if
    it’s not Jock, it just isn’t The Losers.

     The disappointing part about The Losers‘ potential transition to the screen is how criminally
    ignored the book is in its own medium. 
    While I can accept that my other favourite books, like Street Angel, Desolation
    Jones
    or Scott Pilgrim, may have their particular niches, The Losers is a book with mass appeal if ever there was one.  While it’s a smart book, it’s by no means
    academic or highbrow: For all its strengths and plot twists, The Losers is ultimately a book about a
    special forces team blowing stuff up getting into shootouts while hunting down
    a rogue CIA operative.  There’s no such
    thing as a book that truly everyone will enjoy, but how often does one really
    hear comic book fans saying “No, I don’t really like action sequences; I
    prefer more introspective and contemplative books”?

     As much as I love The
    Losers
    – it’s unquestionably one of the top books on the market right now –
    one wonders if it’s not the metaphorical canary in the coal mine: If the
    majority of comic fans ignore a book like this and leave its discovery to
    Hollywood executives, what does that say about the medium? For as much as The Losers thrills me by showing off
    exactly what a comic is capable of, it depresses me that the majority of
    readers will never even consider reading it. 
    Thankfully, the upcoming film adaptation, combined with what seems to be
    an accelerated trade program for the book, give hope that some day, The Losers will find the audience it
    deserves.