BATMAN #39 — Jill Thompson supplies a truly ominous Harley
Quinn variant this month. Okay, I’m sorry, but reading the phrase “AND THE
DOCTOR WHO” in the fourth panel of the second page triggered an idea for the
best mash-up ever, the Dark Knight as the ultimate Companion for The Doctor. I
mean, think about it. In comic form, it would be swell, but what if they could
get an anthology mini-series of that thing on the picture show tube? Any living
Doctor or Batman. Kilmer & Tennant. Keaton & Eccleston. It almost doesn’t
even matter what any other aspect of the conflict or show is, just putting
those people together in that context would be fucking thunder. So, I spent
like twenty minutes just staring off into space before finishing that fourth
panel. So, why should this write-up be any different? But, well then! I love
Batman’s resolution to the Court of Owls guy launching off on a
monologue/tirade. And but doesn’t that Talon he meets on the next page just
look like the bad guy out of BATTLING BOY. Definitely some Pope flavor on that
business, there. Batman’s retort to his death sentence struck me kind of funny.
“Dude, we’re all going to die. I know that. But not today.” (ß not an actual quote,
but still). I love the anecdote about teenage Dick Grayson joking about it not
being a weekend until his mentor’s heart stopped at least twice. Terrific bit. And
I’m sorry to sound like an old guy, but I really hate the retcon that
compresses the whole 75-year timeline and suddenly Bruce was thirteen when he
fell down the cave instead of having already been an orphan for five years.
Thas not cool, man. The attempted Mooresque juxtaposition of Bruce’s caption to
Julia that it keeps getting worse opposite Joker saying it keeps getting better
and better is forced and quite a dip from what I expect from Snyder on this
book. As opposed to Joker’s wordplay with lumber/lumbar and chords/cord. Even
though that seems more Eddie Nygma’s purview. This is a terrific set-up,
though, all hands on deck vs the Joker with the big conclusion looming.
Linguistic quibbles notwithstanding, this is another beautifully staged issue
of a run by creators who are still finding a way to escalate the stakes and
quality three and a half years in. Very impressive.
And wow, that backup is certainly one way to pay off a
long-simmering sub-plot. Very EC Comics. Quality work.
SECRET ORIGINS #10 — That . . . did not clear up a great
deal where Barbara Gordon is concerned. Which I’m all right with. I wasn’t
looking for all the answers just doled out. The answer is in that deal about
the last recorded memory being the second brain scan. I suspect that the whole
“Oracle is back” deal is just a red herring and all we’re dealing with is a
sentient algorithm that Barbara wrote that now thinks it actually is its
creator and is going to be a really terrific nemesis just any minute now. Solid
art from Irene Koh just even barely hanging with the greatness we’ve come to
expect from Stewart doing layouts for Tarr.
So, of course I bought this one just for the Batgirl story,
but the Jurgens/Chen Firestorm was solid, even though I’ve never really cared
that much about the character and just got hammered with some strong work
featuring him over on that new THE FLASH show. I have been wondering about old
Sean Chen; it’s been years now since he showed up to help Hickman knock that
DARK REIGN mini out of the park at the start of his FF run. Same deal with
Christy Marx and Stjepan Seijic on that Poison Ivy origin. Never even heard of
those two, but they did a good job. I definitely flinched at the $4.99 cover
price but feel all right about the purchase, even though it will definitely
take a name creator I care about to bring me back. Solid work, SECRET ORIGINS.
GOTHAM ACADEMY #5 — Oh wow, I absolutely did not get that
that loveable blue monster who showed up at the end of last issue was Croc.
Killer no more! What a sweet Gotham Academy filter we have here. And but that’s
a pretty intriguing first-page fact about Olive’s mom being in Arkham. Though it
certainly is about to time to start dropping this sort of thing. You’ve got to
love Maps wrecking it for the final beat on that first page. And we get Maps’s
real name a few pages later. Revelations abound. And her happy little face when
Olive asks Kyle to the dance! This book really knocks out all the beats one by
one. Even before mentioning the basilisk. That’s almost like bringing up a
patronus, man. And but what a hell of a last page, man. This book is really up
and firing on all cylinders now.
BATMAN ETERNAL #47 — More terrific art, this time from Juan
Ferreyra. That first double-page spread is a hell of a layout. On the dialogue
front, I don’t care what the context is, Alfred saying, “Yes. I heard as much
before I fell asleep,” just scans wrong. I do dig that cross-section show of
whatever Batplane he’s got up in the air there on Page 7, panel 4. It’s cool to
see the sidekick montage, but I question the usage of the old amusement park
for Batgirl. I mean, how many times since September 2011 have we brought up THE
KILLING JOKE on-panel? More than since the turn of the century at least, right?
Let’s move on. And Hush has some new ally who’s still off-panel and let him
back out again. I’m certainly sorry that happened. It is about time to put this
one to bed.
FUTURES END #43 — Andy McDonald? Seems like he’s been all
right on interiors a time or two before now. His style in this opening scene
skews a bit too indie for my tastes to depict a big
Superman-fighting-giant-Brainiac-in-New-York situation. And New York?!? That’s
just confusing. Shouldn’t the FF or Avengers be all over that? I had to chuckle
at Azzarello’s trademark wordplay on that first page with Tim and Plastique,
the “ass--” “hol’ up” thing. That is the first time I’ve seen in this one so
far that some straight 100-BULLETS-type dialogue showed up. The Lois/Superman
interaction is pretty damn boilerplate, particularly given what should be the
collective firepower of this writing crew. And then, wow, we’re going to waste
half a page with more Dick (Grayson) jokes? That is some pretty weak shit. I
will say that old Andy McDonald did a good job with that one page where Terry
and Plastique kiss. Other than that, man, this was a pretty serious dip all
around, exactly what you don’t want to see as we ramp up into the home stretch.
CHEW #46—Well, if that isn’t the most precious little gummy
D-Bag on the cover, then I don’t know what my name is. Layman/Guillory are kind
enough to give us at least four more pages of greatness with that opening scene
before reality has to set in. Which I understand is a pretty relative term
where this book is concerned, but you take my meaning. This issue manages to
tell another entertaining done-in-one case and still push everything forward
with that huge moment at the end that then just totally doesn’t happen. Which
just makes a guy heartsick. Layman is such a bastard. He’s laughing at all of
us. He wants to drink our tears.
THE WICKED + THE DIVINE #8 — This one holds up the momentum
from last month and ups the ante by having our girl trip balls for most of the
issue, which looked like a pretty solid representation to me. Better than I can
convey, at any rate! Gillen’s still doing all right with it, but it’s
McKelvie/Wilson who are carrying this thing on their shoulder, particularly the
acid portion of the program, naturally. I tell you what, though, that PHONOGRAM
on the inside back cover straight up gave me goosebumps. Hopefully, August will
roll around soonish so that I can just give this book a fair shake on its own
merits and quit bitching that it’s keeping McKelvie from drawing the book that
God put him on the Earth to draw.
ODY-C #3 — The captions and art blend together in this one
more effectively than what’s gone before. Not that it needed help, but the
language here flows together with the images in a more seamless manner. Was
Fraction using second person before now? That decision recalls seventies
Goodwin and O’Neil Batman comics as much as Homer and really just works. This
issue also does a little bit better job of wedding science fiction to Greek
myth. That is one fearsome Cyclops of Kylos. I was already hoping this would be
the call, but I’m pleased that Fraction decided not to fully resolve this in a
single issue. I mean, the Cyclops just needs more time on-panel, right? Pretty
clever inversion of the old “no man” gag, too. The deal with this issue is that
they’re already really hitting their groove and settling in, here. You can’t
see all the heavy lifting going on, which wasn’t necessarily the case when we
were getting blasted in the face with all that insanity of the first two
issues. Christian Ward’s art, those colors, you can’t really call them
understated by they’re a little bit dialed down this time? Not so bombastic as
what we’ve seen. This issue, at least. It’s nice to see them find their stride
and start to pace it out a little bit, here. It’s going to be a pretty long
trip, I betcha.
SAVAGE SWORD OF CRIMINAL — I’m such a zombie for everything
that Brubaker/Phillips put out that it took me a couple of pages to get into
the jailhouse section of this issue before realizing, Oh fuck, this is
CRIMINAL, not INCOGNITO or FATALE or THE FADE OUT or whatever the hell else
they made up to do last week, this is the original shit, man. I didn’t read
SLEEPER when it was coming out, so this was my introduction to all things
Brubaker/Phillips. And this one is still just the absolute best, man. This is a
tantalizing glimpse into the life of Teeg Lawless, who did a short stretch of
time in ’76, managing not to get shanked while also bringing us along on the
sequential adventures of a Conan analogue. You can tell that everybody involved
is just having a ball; the creators’ passion for the project is readily apparent.
Nothing monumental happens, this one is just another tale of someone trying to
get by the best he can with all of his wits deployed to help him through. The
Phillips painted cover a la Frazetta on the oversized edition is the only version
of this that you need in your life. Good fun, all around. Hope we don’t have to
wait this many years again before the next installment of this excellent
series.
LOW #6 — Jesus, Remender! You just don’t care, do you? Fella
is making a hard charge for that hill that Whedon and Martin have claimed and
that Kirkman keeps trying for every few years. The result, though, is genuinely
shocking material. I certainly didn’t see that one coming. Greg Tocchini
continues to turn in absolute painted glory. Glad I hung with this one for the
first arc and will certainly be picking it back up in June when the next one
gets going.
UNCANNY AVENGERS #002 — I cared a liiiiiittle bit more about
this one? I don’t know. I’m going to hang with it for a little while longer,
but I don’t care about too much of the ensemble, really for none of the new
additions (why the fuck does everyone keep trying to make Brother Voodoo a
thing? If it isn’t Fred Hembeck doing it, let’s leave the Drumm brothers back
in the seventies where they belong). And it’s not like I’m not picking up
enough Marvels. This one’s right on the line for me.
NEW AVENGERS #030 — Um. This one is kind of a downer. I used
to rag on Bendis as much as anybody when he would just drop an issue of
straight talking-head exposition, but Hickman substantially mitigates that
tactic here by having good old Hank Pym narrate the death of All the Fucking
Celestials with all the Kirby-level insanity that such a thing implies, both
artistically and conceptually. I wasn’t that onboard with Dalibor Talajic
initially. He comes across as a bit rougher and flatter than even Kev Walker,
who I did not find to be a suitable alternate to Deodato’s insane and almost
painterly photo-realism. But dude opens up the can of crackle when it counts,
man. Dear Lord. This issue is basically nothing but exposition set-up for all
the crazy shit Hickman is about to ramp it all up to yet again in a couple of
months, and yet by the end, when Hank says, “I went mad. Lost in the fireworks
of universal genocide,” we’re all like, “Well, of course you did. That’s the
only reaction that even makes sense after all of that.” Good hustle, everybody.
Even with that major downer ending.
ALL-NEW X-MEN #038 — I completely ignored all of the other
Black Vortex tie-ins and just went in to this cold as a regular reader of
nothing but this title, and let me tell you, that recap page made for some
entertaining reading. Glad to have Sorrentino still in the mix with Bendis
here, this is singular artistic work. Given the cliffhanger, I’m a little bit
tempted to jump on board with all of the other tie-ins, but I think it will be
just as much fun to let everybody run around and keep fucking shit up for
another little while, and I’ll just check back in next month.
S.H.I.E.L.D. #003 — I’m still issue-by-issue with this, but
if you pass up a book with Davis/Farmer/Wilson on interiors, you’re just a damn
fool, never even mind that you were even considering giving Waid a miss in the
first place. No surprise, Spidey is Coulson’s best wingman yet, and this romp
through Stephen Strange’s Village manse is great fun from the get-go. Between
the art, setting, and characterization, there’s a kind of timeless quality to
these pages. The coloring obviously brands it as modern, but if these were
newsprint pages with nothing but flats, this could easily be a product of the
eighties or late seventies, even. Given the subject matter, it feels the least
bit odd to say, but yeah, again, this one’s just nothing but good fun.
DAREDEVIL #013 — More quality from the Waid/Samnee/Wilson
machine. That’s one hell of a cover. A diverting done-in-one conflict with a
twist that was not difficult to anticipate but Kirsten pumping her fist at
getting her own arch-enemy was charming and worth the cover price all on its
own. Also, the Page Six and Twenty splashes in this issue were particularly
good, though I’m not sure anything tops that first page. Beautiful rendering,
Kirby panel layout, nothing can go wrong.
FANTASTIC FOUR #543 — The around-the-world hijinx keep
raining down, it’s basically all hands on deck even if they might be off-panel,
and our first family is finally gloriously reunited now that Reed’s got his
pluck back. Kirk/Kesel/Aburtov continue to throw down complete A-list game,
capturing basically everybody in the Marvel Universe who isn’t an X-Man (or I
guess we have to count the Guardians now, too, suddenly). I mean, Alpha Flight
gets a shot in the montage before we head over to Rick “Sleepwalker” Sheridan
to save the day, leading up to the Heroes Reborn Avengers assembling, with that
A still missing from Cap’s head, even, no doubt infuriating true patriots from
coast to coast. Bentley-23 and his daddy steal the show in terms of emotional
content this time out, though; this was a relationship that Hickman set into
play but didn’t have time to pay off before concluding his run, but Robinson
does very nice work with them here. I’m all strapped in and ready for two more
issues of Clobberin’ Time.
DARTH VADER #002 — Oh dear, someone misspelled Kieron
Gillen’s name in the opening crawl credits. He probably doesn’t mind that much.
The dynamic between Vader and Tagge is an interesting one and solid casting on
Gillen’s part. I really dig the Death Star being called Tarkin’s Folly after
the fact, not sure if that’s a new thing, but I’ve never heard it before. [Sidenote:
does Darth Vader benefit more than any other character in comic book form from
another media? Meaning, when I’ve got James Earl Jones delivering these lines
in my head, is there any other character who gets more of a bump from a
non-comic-book source? Hearing Kevin Conroy deliver Batman’s lines might be the
only thing that comes close.] Oh man, though, Grand General Tagge, do not cast
yourself as the wielder of Vader as lightsaber in your metaphor. That line
immediately cuts Tagge’s life expectancy to whatever issue ends this arc, #4,
#5, whenever. Remember when trades used to always be six issues long, for the
most part? Oh, Marvel. Funny how even the Rebel station has that vertical ring
around it when it blows up. Maybe that should just be a Death Star thing, kind
of a special deal? I found this one a little bit more compelling than last
issue. Vader certainly makes one hell of a protagonist. It’s kind of fun to
root against those Rebel scum.
SPIDER-GWEN #001 — A pretty solid first issue after the
glorious perfection of her debut a few months ago. Hard times have naturally
already fallen upon Gwen and The Mary Janes (and pretty much every other secret
identity analogue, what an ignominious fate for the ever-lovin’ Ben Grimm;
though it is somehow gratifying to see old Frank Castle still punishing). Robbi
Rodriguez and Rico Renzi provide more dynamic interiors, dialing up the Ditko
while still evoking enough Pope to keep the kinetic energy flowing. Jason
Latour hits the right beats. The Heisen-bird pun took me out of it, but then
the Marlo quote with all the graffiti won me back over (especially that “turrble
comics” one). And then the ANCHORMAN quote. I don’t know, I can see the
argument that in this information-saturated society, any plugged-in teenager is
going to be thinking in pop-culture quotes. That’s inherently logical, but the
effect is that they take me out of the story and reduce my role as a reader
from being actively engaged in what’s happening on-panel to instead just
playing spot-the-reference. Maybe I’ll get the hang of the rhythm. Overall,
this was a terrific first outing. It really almost suffers from that sophomore
slump of most #2s after their first issue left us breathless and jaw-dropped.
It didn’t quiiiiiite capture the magic lightning in a bottle just the same that
second time, but that might not even be possible. I’m certainly glad and
grateful that this book exists and wish it a long life.