So…that happened. The completist in me had to buy this final issue, but I honestly couldn’t give you a reason why I picked it up other than that. Sure, the Romita art is always great to look at despite his oddly cubic heads, but to what end? What began in the first Kick-Ass series as a supposedly realistic look at superheroism devolved in the second series into an almost neverending parade of how fucked up people can be. Whether it’s rape, murder, or simply a dog biting into a crotch, Millar seemed to delight in showcasing inhumanity without motivation. There were no heroes to root for, and the villains were no more than straw men. Millar seems to think that being ultra-violent makes his work more meaningful or edgy or something. It wasn’t edgy. It wasn’t adult. It was just unpleasant.