Just recently, I was straining to think if there had been anything Geoff Johns had done that I thought rated anything less than superb.  It's only lately that I've gotten some candidates for an answer in Faces of Evil: Solomon Grundy, which was pretty meh, and this book.  Then again, I don't really think the fault here lays with Johns.  In my eyes, he's working an uphill battle by trying to get me interested in the Legion of Superheroes.  You had might as well call me Uninterested Lad, because it just isn't going to happen.  Though the parts with characters I care about (Prime, Ion, Superman, and a certain you-know-who at the end, even if I would have rather seen them come back as anything but the kid version) are very enjoyable to read, I find myself struggling to get through any portion of these issues that are Legion-heavy.  It's not that I think they're not well-done.  If I was a Legion fan, I'd probably have some pretty tight pants right now.  But from where I sit, taking a team that makes the Justice Society look minuscule by comparison, multiplying that number by three and expecting me to identify, care, or even follow (despite that each word balloon in this issue features character names both mentioned and reiterated) is categorically insane.  Believe it or not, I mean that in a good way.  I respect the man for trying, and he even got a smirk or two out of me thanks to bickering Brainiacs.  The small moments, and the rather beautiful and quite detailed art, may be all that saves Lo3W from me thinking it to be the albatross around Johns' neck... but then again, it's still early.