2 out of 5
Dan Slott, as a humor writer, is very much of the “see what sticks” school. He populates a page with a high ratio of visual and verbal gags, and it undeniably creates a general sense of mirth. His revitalizing of the GLA – latching on to the then-event of Avengers Disassembled, which saw the group disbanded and thus allowed the Milwaukee offshoot to make a claim for the title – is fun to flip through, with buoyant art from Paul Pelletier and colorist Wil Quintana and that sense of comedy, but there’s one main problem: Dan Slott is not that funny.
Well, that’s unfair: he’s situationally funny. When he has a plot-first drive, such as on She Hulk, it can help to keep his jokes narrowed to something contextual. I wouldn’t say I’d ever found him laugh out loud funny, but I definitely didn’t mind reading that book. GLA, meanwhile, is yuks first. Unmoored, Dan executes a lot of randomness (with a seeming intention to offend as well), and while PSAs from Squirrel girl and Monkey Joe and title pages formed out of various bodily fluids may given off the impression of ha ha, none of it really lands too well.
When he gets down to actually telling the story, though – fleshing out Mr. Impossible’s tragic interactions with Deathurge; the core plot of the series in which the team searches for a new member – the humor surrounding that stuff has that same Hulky casual enjoyability. But the temptation to make GLA more of a rolling sequence of gags won out, leaving us with off-beat jokes for the majority of the read, and baiting humor that just kinda seems desperate.