In Where Monsters Dwell, writer Garth Ennis returns to Marvel, the publisher of his last great series, Fury Max. Unfortunately, If the debut of Where Monsters Dwell is any indication, we won’t be seeing the same level of writing this time around. The comparison is unfair, Fury was a maxi-series used as a deep mediation on the United States military industrial complex while Monsters really isn’t meant to be anything else besides a fun romp but that is paramount to the books greatest weakness, in spite of the inherent joys of it’s premise and skills of it’s creators most of Monsters seems to fall flat. The jokes don’t hit and the characters just feel cliché. In his greatest moments, Ennis can have sidesplitting humor with deeply rich character work and insightful pathos on the human condition but more and more, it’s starting feel like by isolating the former, the writing can’t stand on itself. Artist and former The Boys collaborator gives a workmanlike effort here, it never goes above and beyond but it never hurts the story either. Much of where Monsters fails is in it’s mechanics, the core of it’s writing doesn’t resonate and that’s disappointing. So much of what’s been enjoyable about Secret Wars is how surprisingly great it’s been in spite of itself. Where Monsters Dwell should have been a layup, maybe Ennis can’t make those anymore.