I could not have been more right, no, no, I mean incorrect because what Frank Cho has done here is take a character with serious boob-teaser potential, and given her a mysterious history, an impossible environment, and an all around well-storied first issue.

What?! You ask me. How can this be?

Cho is an excellent artist. His detail is focused into the characters, their movements, their faces. I read a lot of books each week, and many are drawn by excellent artists, but most either lack the ability, or don’t take the time to make faces consistent. Not so with Cho. Each character always looks like the same character no matter how contorted their expression, or even if half their face and their eye-ball is ripped out and sagging toward the floor. This is astounding. In this vein, Cho has left the backgrounds minimalist, and given almost total focus to the action, or lack of action. This gives the book an ominous feel as needed for this first issue.

As origins go, Shanna has a startling one. A group of US Soldiers, who somehow stumble upon a Nazi lab after crash-landing on a remote island, find her along with seven other buxom clones floating peacefully fetal-position in tubes. They are obviously the work of some naughty German engineering which took these beauties to full-term adulthood. What were their dastardly plans? You might be able to think of a few, and I will pause here to say, shame on you.

Naturally, the boys in green start fiddling with the equipment only to have everything go wrong. Now, everything here means: one voluptuous she-devil survives and, by the will of God and the stupidity of man, seven others just as scrumptious die, never to star in their own comic. I mean, it is such a waste. I would have even been okay with Cho saving one or two of them for Michael Turner to draw. Alas, this is not Shanna and Her Company of She-Devils, it is a solo book, so, moistened bints had to fall.

This book is replete with mystery, action, excellent art, classy nudity, and a few dashes of genuinely funny humor. Frank Cho has outdone himself, and we can all be pleased with the result. One more thing: I would be remiss to leave out the colors. Dave Stewart does a superb job of bringing Cho’s pencils and inks to life. The colors are bright and savage, without over emphasis on light and shadow giving the book a classical feel that is definitely proper and deserved. I give this book a raging “hell yeah!” and a proverbial pat on the butt and a “Good game” to the team working on Shanna the She-Devil.