I’ve never been a fan of the Power Rangers, in any of their incarnations. I’ve believe the TV show is juvenile and has low production values. But in fairness, it’s not much different from the live action super-hero shows I watched as a child in the 1970s – Shazam!, for example.

But in this storyline, I don’t mind their team-up with the Justice League so much. As I read, I just mentally insert a generic super-hero team from another universe. They could be the Space Sentinels (look it up) or the Herculoids.

What gives this book credibility is the Justice League itself. These are the archetype heroes in their best form: Superman, the boy scout who will risk defeat to rescue a robot; Batman, the strategist who wouldn’t; Diana, the ambassador. And that authenticity of character is what makes an unpalatable idea an unqualified success. These are the heroes we admire, not the Man of Steel on screen we rail against. Tom Taylor needs to be writing more Justice League. Perhaps a film.

The artwork is stellar, though not heavily detailed, but I’m okay for the most part. There are a couple of instances where it seemed something was left out, perhaps the penciler expected the inker to finish it. But that can be fixed for the trade. Some artists will meticulously delineate every leaf on every tree, every shard of glass, every brick in a wall. As someone who graduated from art school, I’m here to tell you, that’s not talent; it’s merely patience.

Rating: 6/10