THE MULTIVERSITY: THUNDERWORLD ADVENTURES #1 — Of course, I
was looking forward to the return of Morrison/Quitely the most when some of
these were announced (and typing that, I realize that I don’t actually know
some of the remaining creative teams for THE MULTIVERSITY; Jim Lee was recently
announced on the next book after the handbook, I believe, and that certainly
looks like Frazer Irving art on all those terrifying Frazer-Irving-looking
characters in the ads this week, but I’m not sure who’s left; I assume Reis
will be returning for #2 a la JHWIII in SEVEN SOLDIERS?). But a reasonably
close second was regular Morrison collaborator (SEAGUY, BATMAN AND ROBIN) Cameron
Stewart on this Marvel Family riff. And what a riff it is! Why can’t this just
be a book or an eight-issue mini, at least? I keep wanting that to happen. We
open with some self-aware narration by a Wizard Shazam who seems a bit more
meta-aware than usual, but that isn’t enough to hold off Dr. Sivana’s
technological Rock of Eternity. Sivana soon has his three kids all powered up
and down in the middle of Fawcett City, and Stewart’s economical lines convey
the action perfectly, not too fussy, just bold fluid superhero dynamism. This is
easily the most straight-ahead of the THE MULTIVERSITY issues so far. I think
it’s the first one in which the ULTRA COMICS issue doesn’t make an appearance
with Sivana instead getting the idea to form basically a Sivana Corps from the
S.O.S. issue starring pulp Doc Fate and all those yahoos. I’ve been finally
working my way through a reread of Moore’s MIRACLEMAN to get caught up on the
Marvel reprints, so this was a cool juxtaposition. I guess the fact that I was
doing that along with this following PAX made me expect this to be more of a
commentary on the MIRACLEMAN run than it turned out to be, but I suppose
Morrison drew the line at making more than one of these essentially a cover
version of Eighties Moore work. “All of this was my idea.” I love the slightly
updated redesign on the Lieutenant Marvels reporting for duty. Cap hitting the
multiversal subway station has got to be the double-page splash of the week,
what a gorgeous piece of pop art. Well, Stewart is certainly giving old JHWIII
a run for his money, anyway. I have to tell you, though, given the way that every
single one of these issues has ended, I was a pretty concerned reader once it
was Black Sivana time. But what a stunning sentiment at the end. I won’t spoil
it for anyone, but I really loved the last three pages on this about as much as
any ending I’ve read lately, particularly the way that it blasts through all of
your preconceptions that everything about this series so far has taught you to
have. Absolutely terrific.
BEST OF WEEK: BATMAN AND ROBIN #37 — And now, that is how
you do THAT. Tomasi/Gleason/Gray/Kalisz /Mangual bring eighteen months’ worth
of narrative to a payoff that is heartfelt, action-packed, gripping, earned,
and even manages to maintain its suspense despite this industry’s short-sighted
and stupid proclivity to ruin almost any significant plot twist three months
ahead of time. Every beat of this, every page does exactly what it’s supposed
to do and then goes the distance past that point. This holds true on a
narrative level from every single collaborator. The scripted beats fall right
where they should. The layouts are dynamic and do indeed crackle. The finishes
provide an ideal contrast between light and dark, and then the colors throw the
entire climax into sharp relief as the words carry the reader effortlessly
along the way. This is the first time since the reboot that Darkseid has
projected the weight, menace, and intrinsic danger that Kirby embedded in his
DNA almost half a century ago now. It’s hard not to just run through this thing
page by page, panel by panel, and explain why this entire thing is perfect,
from the Giffen “The Great Darkness Saga” homage on the first page to Ace
growling on the next page followed by Darkseid’s pitch-perfect line about the
Mother Box while crushing it before the monster payoff of that double-page
splash. Really, the shock of that page-turn to Pages Four and Five is as close
a thing as I’ve seen to original “Fourth World” material as I can recall in a
long time, the breathless sense of dynamism and anything being possible as the
action seems about to leap off of the page and into this very set of
“three-dimensional spatial coordinates.” On Page Six and then again on Page
Nine, Gleason does a terrific job capturing the depth of Barbara’s panic at the
thought of being stranded on Apokolips through just her eyes. Terrific fakeout
on Page Seven, I really did think it was going to be that easy. But of course,
Bruce has to work for it quite a bit more than that. Another stunning splash on
Page Eight. Terrific escalation in the fight between Batman and Darkseid until
that perfect blast on Page Fourteen that leaves the scalded Bat-shadow from the
emblem’s blast on the wall with only the Darkseid silhouette. But, all that was
only preamble. This issue is so incredible that Batman in Hellbat armor vs
Darkseid is merely the opening act! The climactic sequence of this book might
be the most gripping that I read all year long. Bruce roars into the cave with
less than four minutes before his armor overloads and only that amount of time
to save his son with a sliver of the Chaos Shard in a nail-biting sequence
illustrated to perfection by Gleason/Gray/Kalisz. And even though DC and even
some of the book’s creators themselves spoiled the outcome two months ago by
pasting next month’s solicits all over everything, that last scene plays out to
perfection and really just about broke me down. It was the callback shot that
really did it, that same shot of the father/son embrace at the end of #14 that
they used to just batter us into submission already once with the shot of Bruce
holding Damian’s lifeless body at the end of #18. This was the best possible
way to bring him back imaginable. The looks on Barbara and Alfred and Tim’s faces
threaten to steal the show, but nothing can trump the smile on Bruce’s face as
he scores the biggest win of his entire tortured and really quite sad life
coupled with the momentum of the son hurling himself toward his father, arms
clasped around him. 2/27/13 is a day that will forever live in infamy in my
heart, and I have always vehemently argued that to undo that death would
cheapen the story and its impact upon the reader. I am so happy to have been
proven wrong. Maybe the best is still yet to come. Which is an amazing thing to
feel in the caves beneath Wayne Manor as opposed to soaring high above the
skyscrapers of Metropolis.
BATMAN #37 — Snyder/Capullo carry on the good fun with the
rampant Joker virus here. The opening page is a great callback to #17 or
whatever that issue of DEATH OF THE FAMILY was that opened with one of the best
Joker splashes in all of time and space. Snyder working in the line “My kids
both had their tonsils out the day before that roof collapse,” into Gordon’s
Gotham Pres recap is the dialogue that we deserve. That whole page between
them, really. I also dig Alfred calling this Joker’s masterpiece; that is a
pretty nifty way to substantially up the stakes with a single panel. But then,
there’s that crazy twist on Page Ten. Capullo drops a bit of sleight-of-hand
genius in Panel Five, I straight up thought that that face was ash falling from
Gordon’s cigarette on my first pass through, but then the next panel sent me
doubling right back. That face! And the line about the Gordon kids’ tonsils
slams right back into an almost-immediate payoff. This is not the kind of thing
you pull off in the first or second year of a continuous run, Wednesday Night
Faithful! These men complete each other’s sentences now, in their own homes,
without even realizing that their collaborators are also uttering apparently
disjointed phrases aloud. And but what a double-scene finale. You know, I
appreciate an eight-page backup as much as the next fella. Especially in this
day and age of Merry Marvel $3.99 Twenty-Pagers. But following up the feature
presentation with anything at all is almost disrespectful, no matter how good
the backup is. Yow.
BATMAN ETERNAL #37 — This is another moving-things-along
issue that doesn’t really hold up too well as a single. Andrea Mutti’s art
looks a bit rushed and is a dip from the Fabok sickness that I’m still
recovering from that happened just a couple of weeks back. I don’t really care
about the haunting of Batwing or Scarecrow’s merry band as of yet. It is of
course interesting to see Selina bat Bruce around like a kitty-cat with her
toy. Here’s hoping next week has some more meat in it.
FUTURES END #33 — Now, that is a goddamn cover. Ryan Sook
murders it every week, but come on now. Lopresti shows up to deliver even more
thunder. I was certainly sad when we cut away from The Atom encountering the
true face of Father Time, was hoping this would be another single-setting issue
where all kinds of shit goes down like has been happening. So, is Father Time
kin to Mister Mind by way of Lovecraft, or what is the deal here? Cole’s
reaction to Fifty-Sue commandeering the call is priceless. Who knew he was so
great at sitcom beats? We need an odd-couple book starring him and Azzarello’s
Orion, as blasphemous as that sounds. For someone whose sole purpose in this
timeline is exterminating that Brother Eye, old Terry is falling down on the
job pretty hard and not even blinded by sex. The expository conversation
between Madison & Jason on their first page is just the worst. “As you
know, Madison, I can’t feel the wind rushing through your hair. That’s why we
need to be flying to Columbia now, Madison. That’s what’s making the wind
rush.” And Doctor Polaris should in no way be a cliffhanger, we’ve seen that
coming all along. That is pretty limp. All told, though, this issue was better
than the BE this week, can’t help but compare them.
FABLES #147 — This felt a bit like filler for the next-to-next-to-next-to-last-issue.
I’m sure the tradewaiters won’t mind because they’ll just barrel on through to
the actual Happily Ever After, but this entire thing does nothing but jump back
and forth between two conflicts and then refuses to resolve one of them, with
the other one never really being in doubt either. The pages are, as usual,
gorgeous, but it feels funny for Willingham to drop the hammer the way he did
back in #144 or 145 and then just hit the coast for this month. This is mitigated
somewhat by the fairly ingenious conceit of resolving the various fates of such
a crowded ensemble with these backups that have been running in this arc, and
this month’s “The Last Story of Beauty and The Beast” is certainly no
exception. Here’s to nothing but thunder for the final three issues of this
fantastic long-running series.
WYTCHES #3 — I dug this one all right, but it kind of left
me cold in a way that the first two didn’t, and I’m not sure why. There wasn’t
enough escalation, perhaps. I maybe shouldn’t hold this one to the same
standard as THE WAKE, but then again, all we’re doing is trading out Murphy for
Jock, so it’s not like the talent isn’t still ridiculously stacked. I’m sure
that it’s intentional and a reflection of the dad’s descent into some kind of
panic-driven fever-dream madness, but the absolutely disjointed way that those
last few scenes hit on the final four pages put me off. There’s nothing to grab
hold of, from a narrative point of view, at least as far as is apparent in this
installment. I assume that’s really Sailor there on the last page and that the
wytch really has her, but this is the first time all issue that we’ve seen her
in 2014, unless you count when she just popped up a couple pages before that,
but then the jump-cut on the following page made it seem like that was just her
dad hallucinating, so then I’m inclined to think this is just another
hallucination, though I doubt it is. There’s no real sense of purchase here in
a way that never happened in THE WAKE, no matter how over-the-top balls-out
fantastic events got. The art remains immaculate, of course. Hollingsworth’s
hand-painted spatters do so much work creating a sense of dread throughout the
atmosphere, even back in good old 2011. This is still quality but hoping for a
bit of a bump next time.
ZERO #13 — Okay, this, maybe I’d be better served with the
trades after all. I think that this is only the second time that I’ve actually
heard of an artist before he or she showed up on this book, but I was a huge
fan of Ponticelli’s back on Lemire’s cancelled FRANKENSTEIN, AGENT OF
S.H.A.D.E. book, so was already all dialed in for the panelwork, but this thing
doesn’t pull its weight for me as a self-contained reading experience. There’s
a big fight and a lot of blood and a few Fuck Yous, but there’s no emotional heft,
nothing to make me care about any of it.
THE WICKED + THE DIVINE #6 — I still adore the art. But I
also still can’t quite get dialed into caring about these people. McKelvie’s
diagram of the bedroom was good fun and recalled YOUNG AVENGERS shenanigans.
But our heroine’s decision to bravely get on Twitter and start shilling for con
love is not the stuff that dreams are made of, at least not the ones that float
through this head. Bring back PHONOGRAM: THE IMMATERIAL GIRL. Please.
EAST OF WEST: THE WORLD — I am glad that they released this
thing, not a moment too soon. Hickman’s canny enough not to bail on the
sequentials entirely, so we get six pages from Dragotta/Martin telling the tale
of those cute li’l horsemen roping themselves a new bronco before we get to the
meat of the book, some cold, hard, and sharp Hickman graphics, son, detailing
all those things that you always kind of wondered about those territories what
used to be these great United States but were always too distracted by all of
the eye-popping insanity erupting from these pages every month to actually
articulate. Things like year of independence or geographic area or population
or GDP or currency or a really handy little bar graph letting you know just how
much military or political strength or political stability or long-term
viability that The Confederacy or the great fallen of Republic of Texas has
(spoilers: not very damn much for the latter). It’s all really quite fascinating
and a great way to get your hooks into this insane world just a little bit more
firmly.
FANTASTIC FOUR #014 — What an off-kilter way to open the
issue! Stellar art, as always, but I couldn’t believe that that wasn’t Victor
with his face blurred out. Robinson got me. It’s a pretty ballsy retcon to just
introduce a new fella who is not only responsible for all of the trouble since
this latest run began but whose influence dates all the way back to the halcyon
days of The King himself, but it plays pretty well here, all things considered.
That’s a gorgeous double-page splash of all the panels from the past 54 years
of FF glory. You have got to love Peter and powerless Johnny swinging around
trying to get to the bottom of things. Hickman’s run implied this as well, but
I can’t believe Marvel doesn’t just give those guys their own book. You know
Slott would write it on the side in a heartbeat. I do think that last shot
would have been better served without dialogue, or at least with less dialogue
than seven syllables’ worth. Since I’m now searching for total verisimilitude
in the dialogue of scenes featuring an invisible, force-field-wielding woman
and her rock-skinned companion squaring off against a winged embodiment of the
American ideal and the King of Atlantis. But this should be a solid home-stretch
here from these guys, I’m thinking. Glad they’re bringing back the original
numbering, I really felt like an asshole buying FANTASTIC FOUR #004 in 2014,
you know?
ALL-NEW X-MEN #034 — I never got onboard with Millar’s
ULTIMATE X-MEN situation, but it’s interesting enough to see how this Jean
interacts with the Teen Jean we’ve come to know and love (and swoon over). Just
Jeans hugging! I’m thinking Teen Hank alone with Victor Van Damme
or-whatever-Ellis-named-him is a reasonably dangerous combination. The Bendis
Express rides on!
AVENGERS·X-MEN: AXIS #8 — Well, now it’s
certainly getting down to it. And Yu is on hand for increased cup size. I mean,
that splash of Doom and Brother Voodoo teleporting in to take out Wanda, you
just want to scream at Daniel: “Be careful, you can’t handle the weight, you’ll
never stay aloft!” Only Wanda knows how. But as much shit as I love giving the
guy, Yu has certainly come a long way, I couldn’t believe how clean those lines
on Spider-Man were in the opening scene, very appropriate to the character
before returning to his more signature scratchier style that’s more appropriate
with Thor cleaving a nice little piece out of Apocalypse. It’s funny now, while
this is all hitting the fan, to think about how this sounded in pitch. “It’s
like AVENGERS VS X-MEN. But different!” I mean, barely. These are all solid
beats moving everything into place for the big finale. You can’t get more old
school vs new than Old Man Steve in armor supporting the weight of White
Onslaught Skull and telling Evil Captain Falcon to fuck off. That requires some
shifting about.
ANNIHILIATOR #4 — It’s getting crazier and more manic by the
page! Of course, we need a new character to bounce these two guys off of, enter
Luna Kozma just in time for a high-speed chase to avoid hails of bullets. I
suspect Morrison is seeding this thing with more self-aware ADAPTATION-style
meta-moments than is immediately apparent on the first couple reads. The
screenplay segments are certainly getting even further out than they were
before. The color scheme is interesting while Ray is sleeping; Nomax turns on
the television and the static blue and purple tones are a match for what’s
happening with the screenplay pages. Everything’s bleeding together. This is a
dark and mean little story that certainly doesn’t make you feel better about
the world, but I can’t look away from the whole evil mess, the wreckage of it
all.
SANDMAN: OVERTURE #4 — Well, this certainly goes to another
strange place while J.H. Williams III continues to give the appearance of
evoking the furthest, most fluid regions of dreamspace right there on the page
where you can see them shimmer. What a great narrative beat to have the first
five pages take place in the gutters of a page late in #3. Only in SANDMAN is
that kind of thing not only not cheating but kind of intrinsically expected and
appreciated. As terrific as the series has been so far, it has admittedly been
a great deal of set-up and folks walking around uttering perfect Gaiman dialogue,
so it is nice to see a bit of actual confrontation breaking out here. The story
about the cat-creature that was the annulet gave me déjà vu, and I can’t figure
out if it’s just the whole deal with Rose Walker from way back in THE DOLL’S
HOUSE being a dream vortex or something else. I should have probably reread the
original series before this one came out. Ha, I probably have another year to
knock it out before this sequel gets done. At least a year! At any rate, this
is certainly worth the wait. JHWIII is operating at such a high level at this
point that he really has no peer, and I can’t think of anyone who is better
suited to not only navigate but depict the winding ways of Morpheus’s doomed
journey than him.