A perfect setting for the titular Parker, a two-fisted master crook nagged by sentiment but raced well beyond moral qualms; he’ll stop at nothing to destroy the people who ripped off his take and put him in jail. It’s lean, cruel storytelling, keenly pitched as a ‘62 period piece so as to better soak in paperback brutishness. Don’t bother checking the fridge - there’s exactly one semi-major female character in this thing that doesn’t get smacked, punched or lifted to her toes by her hair, and she winds up scrambling undressed out of the room as Parker prepares to shed some Judas blood.
— Aesthetic Autopsies - comiXology
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