***SPOILERS AHEAD!!!***
"Preacher" is brilliant and frustrating at the same time. The completely oddball plot involving conspiracies, angels, demons, vampires, possession, and a search for an absconded Yahweh certainly is an entertaining and occasionally stimulating mix of elements, and the three main characters are appealing, deep, and well written. The problems come from Garth Ennis' laziness as a scripter. First, unlike Neal Gaiman, who writes deep complex plots that reflect his erudition and research, Ennis is inclined to just sort of fake his way along and allude to theological and mythological concepts with which he has little familiarity and no motivation to learn more. So we have a story written about a renegade preacher, ancient secret conspiracies, and the politics of Heaven and Hell that is at times cartoonishly simple and at other times obtusely complex. The ultimate effect is not convincing, and the reader soon learns that the plot for any given installment of the series depends more on Ennis' moods than on any coherent storytelling impetus or overarching plotting. Think of it as the "Twin Peaks" of graphic novels, with the creator making stuff up as he goes along. The series is both choppy and ultimately unsatisfying as a result. We have the feeling that a lot of this stuff won't be tied up cogently, and sure enough, a lot of it isn't when all is said and done.
The other big problem with Ennis is his need to pay homage to pop junk culture. The violence, sex, profanity, and generally unpleasant vileness is often chucked into the series for no other point than to stroke the jaded cynicism of "extreme" media fans and to horrify the prudish. We see endless scenes of massacre, torture, and mutilation, which all has its place in art (and comics!) but the gratuitous sense of "let's throw it all on the wall and see how it splatters" is childish and ultimately counterproductive to provoking the supposedly "mature" audience for the series. Beyond the nastiness, we also have the even more serious flaw of most everyone in the world besides our three main protagonists being shallowly dull, vastly unpleasant, or both of the above.
These flaws are readily apparent in the first volume of the series "Gone to Texas". The endless Saint of Killers massacres grow tedious in the extreme. The general tendencies towards bloody slaughter of numerous minor characters makes you feel like you are reading the graphic novelization of some lesser Hollywood action flick. Gunshot wounds are lovingly portrayed as is the peeling off a man's face, the ripping out of some other guy's throat, gay BDSM sex, and our heroine's hand being nailed to a dashboard by a knife. There is little point to all of this other than to "test the limits" of adult graphic novels, and part of being adult of course is avoiding useless and gratuitous acting out. I have a hunch that most chronological adults will find all of this boring and pointless by the end of even this first installment...
Our cast of supporting characters in Volume One is equally wretched. We have the hard as steel redneck Sheriff, his hideously disfigured suicide surviving son, a homophobic Dirty Harry clone with a predictable Dark Secret, his buffoonish incompetent partner, and a serial killer who starts killing folks after he discovers he just enjoys getting away with murder after a traffic hit and run accident. These characters are mostly dull, and their presence in the storyline is either tedious filler (the killer and the cops) or just a misguided attempt at being edgy which just ends up feeling mean-spirited (Arseface). Mocking failed teenage suicides surely cannot be perceived as innovative entertainment.
These tendencies seen here are just writ large in the rest of the series. The supporting cast is no asset being mainly cartoonish stereotypes of idiocy or Pure Eeeevillll, the plot meanders into filler misadventures and pointless "origin" stories, and every perverse and bloody scene the writer and artist can imagine gets written in without any concern for precision, plotting, or subtlety. As a result, this series goes on for way too long, and could easily have lost a third (or more) of its volumes and ended up feeling tighter and better as a result. After paying more than $100 (even at discount) and reading through maybe 1800 pages, you end up with a messy and indulgent hodgepodge of mainly forgettable characters, gratuitous splatter movie set pieces, a bunch of interesting though mainly undeveloped ideas, and more than a few loose ends and unfulfilled expectations.
To me, this seems like a bad deal. If you purchase the Sandman series, you will spend as much and read as many pages but will be introduced to challenging ideas, fascinating characters, and truly mature plotting and thematic development. Ultimately, Preacher will appeal mainly to juvenile male readers who like gross-outs and who do not mind the lazy shortcuts taken in character and plotting by Ennis.
Strengths? Dillon's art is generally good, though his women characters tend to look alike. The series has a certain dark sense of humor that is fun at moments. And mainly our three main characters are likeable and engaging. It's a shame they don't have better scripting to guide them and a real world to interact with...
"Preacher" is like an imaginative B movie that starts off well but then eventually falls victim to its director's immature smarminess, love of gross-outs, and devotion to genre tropes that we've all seen before. The gratuitous efforts at offensiveness, general mono-dimensionality of the cast, and stale efforts at Christian baiting suggests that this is really not meant for adults at all. Like such magazines as Maxim or Heavy Metal, this is really meant for adolescents of all ages who giggle at gunshot wounds, nudity, and profanity. "Preacher" perhaps aspired to be more originally and certainly pretends to be both serious and profound drama at times, but the weight of the evidence is very much against such claims of portentous relevance. This is popcorn for the brain, and kind of stale corn at that.