I wanted to like Vietnamerica more than I did. Tran has an engaging art style, even in the black and white of the advance copy, and his family story is compelling. While all the pieces are there the story fails to come together in an effortless manner. Vietnamerica is more of a steady push than a heady sweep. It's easy to lose track of the narrative in the back and forth pace of the story, making it feel more forced than the best works of this genre. All the standard elements are here, the complicated father, the unappreciative son, the underlying theme that they can never understand each other until they do. Certainly the story of Vietnamese emigration is underserved in graphic form. For me, the emotional connection to Tran's family didn't take hold. I was interested in what happened but not mesmerized by it. I don't know if this was because of the slightly disjointed nature of the telling or if it was that Tran himself didn't have much interest in the tale until the end. There is a lot to recommend Vietnamerica, but it doesn't rise above it's format.