"Frank Cho draws women the way women should be drawn." Yes. I said that, and a truer statement -- be it sexist -- has never been uttered. Nor will it. Ever. Cho has taped into the male mind, identified the perfectly voluptuous comic book heroine from those neutrons, and presents her here -- in vivid color and (thankfully) few clothes -- in SHANNA, THE SHE-DEVIL.
Now, about the story ...
There are a few a major hiccups here:
A group of military commandos serving an undeclared nation on an unspecified mission [apparently] crash on an unidentified island in the middle of nowhere. On the island, they find a deserted bunker [apparently] set up by the Nazis before the end of World War II where the nefarious scientists were [apparently] interested in recreating various species of dinosaurs AND engineering an Aryan race of blonde, voluptuous super soldiers. Think ABC TV's LOST -- without the pesky character-defining flashback -- coupled with Michael Crichton's JURASSIC PARK and you get the idea.
Ignore the fact that some of the decisions these soldiers make don't make sense. For example: why would you ignore the safety of staying in a secure and deserted Nazi military bunker in favor of setting up camp in the wild of an island virtually overrun with velociraptors? Ignore the fact that no real satisfying explanation for the why, when, how, or where are ever really ponied up -- at least, not satisfyingly -- for the characters, events, and situations. Even ignore the fact that this first installment doesn't really even bring the whole affair to a satisfying conclusion. SHANNA, THE SHE-DEVIL is about SHANNA, THE SHE-DEVIL, and nobody -- I mean nobody -- can put a pencil to paper and create a creature more lovely, more inspiring, more adventurous, more vivid, and more primal than Frank Cho.
This book is about the lady, and this lady ain't no tramp.