I don't actually remember whether I read this in December or January, but whatever. I have now reread it three times, and it continues to be baffling in its incompetence and incomprehensibility, both the art and the writing.
I have massive issues with Millar's writing on the first two series, but I have to admit he can put together a coherent and even thrilling storyline, even if I hate the atmosphere of his world and a good three-quarters of the characters. This is not even jumping the shark. It is being digested by the shark. It is shark shit.