Review: Deadpool #45

Deadpool #45
Writer:  Daniel Way
Artist:  Salva Espin & Guru eFX

What happens when the recently-deceased chick who was your therapist/stalker has a freezer full of your dismembered body parts?  [Oooh!  Oooooh!  I know!  One of the most bizarre murder cases since Jeffrey Dahmer?] 

Actually, they thaw out and heal back together into an evil twin with two right hands.  Or at least that’s what they do when you’re Deadpool.

For most of the issue, Daniel Way contrasts what the real Deadpool and Evil Deadpool are doing on their journey from England back to the States.  The issue opens with Evil Deadpool hijacking the private jet of an unnamed [and rather douche-y, might I add] billionaire.  Meanwhile, the real Deadpool is hiding in the belly of a freighter and eating dog food.

As Evil Deadpool decides he doesn’t want money as much as he wants to set the billionaire on fire and throw him out of the plane, the real Deadpool is having a crisis of conscience.  It turns out the freighter he is on is full of kidnapped women from Eastern Europe.  Realpool takes out the traffickers as Evilpool kills the jet’s pilots and flight attendant.  You get the idea.  [And teary eyes when you see the “Good travels, daddy” written on one of the pilot’s lunchboxes.]


Sometimes, a new artist can be a jarring switch, but Salva Espin’s début as the book’s artist isn’t too much of a departure from Carlo Barberi.  Way’s 30-issues-and-counting story of Deadpool trying to find a place to belong or figure out how to die continues to feel fresh without backtracking over the same material.  Seeing how dealing with an evil twin of himself makes Wade further explore his conscience as this story arc progresses will be interesting.

[Coming November 16:  Flying-On-Fire-Guy #1!]

Story:  9/10
Art:  9/10 

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Roger Riddell
Roger Riddell
Essentially Peter Parker with all the charm of Wolverine, he's a DC-based B2B journalist who occasionally writes about music and pop culture in his free time. His love for comics, metal, and videogames has also landed him gigs writing for the A.V. Club, Comic Book Resources, and Louisville Magazine. Keep him away from the whiskey, and don't ask him how much he hates the Spider-Man movies unless you're ready to hear about his overarching plot for a six-film series that would put the Dark Knight trilogy to shame.