That said, the distance between Fawkes' descriptions and Haun's art can be laughably distracting. Though the text might declare that 'the London skyline ... and all the towers are sitting wrong', the art itself shows no sign of any city whatsoever. (Whatever it might mean to have a skyline that's 'sitting wrong' thereby passes without explanation.) Indeed, Haun's work shows nothing of any of the surrounding environment at all during the fight scenes that make up the majority of the book. Similarly, the artist often seems determined to avoid depicting Constantine's emotions as the text describes. Though the captions on the comic's splash page insist that 'pain' is 'rippling' through Constantine's frame, the art shows the book's title character with an expression that fuses impassiveness with intimidation. It's a degree of confusion that suggests the book was created Marvel-style, or that DC's now infamous process of editorial rewriting is to blame.
But whatever the situation, the fact is that Haun's art often seems to be carrying but a fraction of the weight that it should.
Most bafflingly, Haun constantly chooses the least appropriate page and panel designs. There are more than a few examples of this, and they're often linked to his apparently compulsive use of the page-wide horizontal panel. If the comic's opening and profoundly uninteresting scene of four beer glasses seems particularly poorly drawn, the choice of a letterbox frame to host the lack of action is equally problematic. Squeezing what's essentially a still life featuring tall pint glasses into a narrow close-up using a letterbox frame almost inevitably inspires confusion and tedium. It's a problem made all the worse by the demands of battle scenes.
On page 3, the same choice of panel is used to depict Constantine's arm being grabbed and crushed by a mysterious, never-explained and soon-to-be-destroyed monstrous attacker. In order to accommodate the action in such a constrained form, Haun's forced to have the top of Constantine's head facing the reader and dominating the eye. The result is that the character's agony is effectively obscured, while the conflict itself is only obtusely shown. (Far more effective to show the creature towering over Constantine, but there's no space to show anything but its arm.) Elsewhere, major events are confined to relatively small frames while secondary matters are given far more space. Haun even seems blithe about ignoring the conventions of camera angles, as where characters suffering terrible pain are inexplicably shown from a low angle, a preference that, confusingly, accentuates their size and strength.
The artist even conspires against himself to unwittingly ensure that the book's climactic scene makes little sense at all. In it, Wotan is to be shown being ripped apart while attempting to use Constantine's body as an escape portal from Earth-2. Inexplicably failing to realise that there might now be several John Constantines on the planet, the fiendish and yet obviously none-too-bright Wotan ends up passing through two bodies instead of one and being torn 'right down the middle'. Confusing in itself, and with more than just the single flaw in its logic, it's a scene that would surely pose a considerable challenge to even the most experienced and able illustrator. Dividing the page vertically into a pair of highly irregular rectangles allows Haun to present two simultaneously occurring events side-by-side, but the page-long frames threaten to leave too little width and far too much depth for clarity. Lost for an angle that would allow him to show characters, action and context clearly, Haun opts for spectacular, yet bewildering, mid-shots.
For all the dynamic potential of the page's layout, the result is a design that almost entirely obscures the intended cathartic dismemberment of Wotan. Even with the exposition in the captions, the scene lacks the immediacy that a satisfying shock demands. It's a confusion made all the worse by the decision to show the supervillain's undivided head at the bottom of the second frame. What a strange way of being torn in two that must have been, to leave the face so perfectly intact. With effort, the scene can be made to make some kind of sense. But by then, its potential for grim pleasure has long since been exhausted. This ongoing clash between Haun's obvious potential and his persistently counterproductive storytelling leaves the book feeling both perversely underwhelming and exhausting. Combined with Fawkes' script, it makes for a quietly bewildering and thoroughly disappointing experience.
Surely Hellblazer's John Constantine would look upon 'Half A Chance' with as much favour as an all-ages, anger-burying, retro-Balearic dance medley of Anarchy In The UK, White Riot and Smells Like Teen Spirit. If Fawkes and Haun's tale is in any way typical of the book, then Constantine as a Nu52 product was put together with the stupidest of intentions; to skim off a safely insipid simulacrum of Hellblazer's cool while stripping out everything that was edgy, uncomfortable and thought-provoking about the title. At the very least, such a grubbing high concept would require far more competent storytelling in order to mask its fundamental flaws than is on display here. The possibility that John Constantine might be made to work as a grumpy, hipster-for-the-kids take on Doctor Strange hasn't been disproved by Fawkes and Haun's work. But it will take a far smarter reframing of the character than this to truly prosper in today's market, let alone break out to the wider audience that Constantine was seemingly designed to entice.
For four years, Colin Smith's Too Busy Thinking About My Comics provided some of the most thought-provoking and enjoyable writing about comics on the internet, taking in everything from the fundamentals of the Fantastic Four to the question of aliens as second class citizens. Colin is busy with other projects - a book on Mark Millar due next year and regular writings at Sequart - but the archive remains. Devour it. Wondering what he's making of DC's New 52, I suggested Colin review a random title, and Constantine #18 is it.