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Saturday, August 18, 2018

Harley Quinn and Power Girl #1 (2015)


Harley Quinn and Power Girl #1 (August, 2015)
"Extrastellar Exxploitations"
Writers - Amanda Conner, Jimmy Palmiotti & Justin Gray
Artist - Stephane Roux
Colors - Paul Mounts
Letters - John J. Hill
Assistant Editor - Dave Welgosz
Editor - Chris Conroy
Group Editor - Mark Doyle
Cover Price: $3.99

You might be able to tell by the book we're covering today that I was unsuccessful in tracking down those two subsequent issues of Power Girl.  I guess we used up all of our Vartox Week miracles!

I do have a calls into a couple of local comics "warehouses"... and I'm hoping to hear back this weekend.  So, fingers-crossed, we could just be back in the thick of it before long!

For today though, we're jumping through the Flashpoint... through the New-52!... and into that weird and short-lived DCYOU era for our next appearance of Vartox.

For completion's sake though, the main man did make a single panel cameo in Action Comics (vol.2) #15 (2013)... which I'll include here.

From: Action Comics (vol.2) #15 (February, 2013)
Grant Morrison (w) / Brad Walker or Rags Morales (a)
And no, we're also not counting his appearances in those lame-o Channel-52 bits... okay, okay... maybe I'll include a few choice "news reports" down below... I mean, where else are you going to see Vartox in a hot dog costume?  Seriously... 

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We open with Harley and Power Girl being spit out of a portal... which causes Harley to spit out everything she'd eaten the previous day... right on top of a cute little Mister Mind-lookin' critter.  They're in the Sombrero Hat Galaxy, by the way.  They soon run into a creepy little fella who refers to himself Sleezox, the uncrowned and exiled Sexyprince of Valeron.  Oh, it's worth noting, Power Girl is currently an amnesiac... so words like "Valeron" ain't ringing any bells.


After being insulted, Sleezox sics his pet hydra on the ladies... and before long, we go full-blown Bugs Bunny.  Power Girl gets swallowed... Harley hops on one of the heads and pounds on it... Pee Gee bursts out of one of the beast's throats... then, Harley just appears with an arsenal that would make 1991 Cable jealous.  Suddenly I'm feeling really old because... I don't "get" this.  Like, am I supposed to be laughing right now... or just cock my head to the side, smirk, and say "Oh, that Harley...".


After dispatching the dragon, the ladies come across... a giant mustachioed head.  It scans them... and recognizes Power Girl as Kara Zor-L.


I neglected to mention this yesterday, but I'm pretty sure this giant head is a nod to the Zardoz movie.  Take a look:


Here's Sean Connery actually climbing out of the thing.  I mean, it's gotta be a nod, right?  Also... I gotta actually see this movie... I'm guessing I'm missing a lot of references to it.


Anyhoo, the gals climb inside, and it's completely plushed out in 1970's style... as one might expect from Vartox.  Beanbag chairs, lava lamps... we're a disco ball and glowing dance platform away from a swell ol' time.  In fact, the head himself claims it was designed (and scented) based on acquisitions from Vartox's first visit to Earth in 1974.


The giant head then takes Harley and Kara to Vartox... or more accurately toward Vartox.  Ya see, he's currently being held captive by a fella called Oreth Odeox, who wants to rid the galaxy of hedonism.  Vartox promises, however, to get his groove back.


Hey, we already used that line...


Anyhoo... Harley and Pee Gee are shot down while passing the Valeron Moon of... Lustox.  Oh boy.  They run into an acne-addled alien who accuses them of being prostitutes... ya know, outfits that show off their ample curves... and also tight enough to facilitate... um, well, Karflippian toe?  Harley blasts him to cinder.


Which starts a big ol' thing.  They ladies are swarmed by dudes who look like A.I.M. rejects, but Power Girl takes them out with the quickness.  To avoid further scuffles, she then crushes Harley's adorable little death-pistol.


Then... Groovicus Mellow shows up!  Power Girl, being an amnesiac, doesn't remember him.  He recognizes her as the "original" Power Girl... as in, the same one from the pre-Flashpoint DCU... which scratches me where I itch, but... it's a Harley book, who could say how "in continuity" it is.


Then... they are attacked by a space armada.  To be continued... but, not on this blog until I procure the rest of this mini.


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So... Harley Quinn is basically Deadpool now, right?  Ehh, I guess ya go with what works... though, I can't say that I'm a fan.

That's not to say it's bad... just not for me.  Makes me feel positively ancient to be rolling my eyes more than even slightly curling my lip.  The book we discussed yesterday... now that was funny... and I don't just mean "comicbook" funny... actually funny.  Like, caught off guard where I laughed through my nose kinda funny.  This... this was just wacky Deadpool antics.

We don't get a heckuva lot of Vartox here... and it's starting to feel like he's going to be a one-joke pony at this point.  He's just a polyester Pepe Le Pew.  Could work for a one-off, but I'm not sure I want more more of it than that.  Though, maybe (and hopefully) I'll be proven wrong when I procure the rest of this run.

The art here comes from Stephane Roux... who, I'm guessing was trying to evoke a more "cartoony" style to fit this story... but, I gotta say, I had to check the credits twice.  This looks nothing like his spectacularly gorgeous work from the pre-Flashpoint Zatanna series.

Overall, if modern Harley Quinn is your bag, you're probably going to love this.  If it's not... hell, you still might have a good time here.  All I can say is, it's not my thing... and, in my opinion, it's a step backwards from the pre-Flashpoint Power Girl series when it comes to comedy and characterization.

Now, you might think this is the end of Vartox Week... buuuut, it's not.  I've got a "for Vartox completionists only" pick set up for tomorrow... because, I'm sure by now, we'd all refer to ourselves as "Vartox completionists", right?

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Assortment of rather pot-bellied Vartox features in Channel-52!:


... and, of course, Vartox in a hot dog costume!


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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Green Lantern (vol.5) #41 (2015)


Green Lantern (vol.5) #41 (August, 2015)
"At Odds"
Writer - Robert Venditti
Penciller - Billy Tan
Inker - Mark Irwin
Colorists - Alex Sinclair & Tony Avila
Letterer - Dave Sharpe
Assistant Editor - Andrew Merino
Group Editors - Eddie Berganza & Matt Idelson
Cover Price: $3.99

We took a look at some DCYOU Superman not too long ago... and I lamented the fact that the initiative felt kinda doomed from the get-go.  Too many big changes all at once made it feel as though nothing much mattered.

I'm sure there's a word for it... it's like a bell-curve of engagement... you start off disengaged... then add some stimuli, and engagement rises... however, you reach a point where you get overloaded... and you just stop caring altogether.  That's how DCYOU made me feel.

It's kinda like when I'm looking at my "to read" pile... as it grows, it feels kinda urgent, like I gotta make time to get around to it... but then it hits that "tipping point", and I wind up just filing them all away.

Anyhoo... let's get to it!

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We open at the Gaming Dens of Y'Gaal, somewhere in Sector 3087.  A well-dressed blue alien stands in the arena... ready to face off against a beast referred to as a "Kreeak", very likely because that's the sound it makes.  The creature lunges, only to find itself impaled by an emerald construct sword.  The fix is in!


Or is it?  Well, the bloodthirsty crowd seems to think so, and I suppose that's all that really matters at this point.  Feeling as though the "house" scammed the gamblers, a riot breaks out... and the blue-skinned alien is returned to his cell.  Later, he is joined by the man who put that sword in his hand... the Renegade Green Lantern, Hal Jordan.  Hal looks quite a bit different than he used to... longer hair, longer coat... and a gauntlet in place of his ring.


Hal breaks this alien (named Virgo) out of his cell... the escape route, however, is blocked by a trio of guards led by a Darth Maul-looking fella named Trap.  Despite the new-look, he immediately recognizes Hal... and a fight is on.


Hal eventually gets the better of things, however by this point the rioting patrons have begun to storm the pens.  Hal headbutts Trap, and takes him hostage as he and Virgo attempt to make their escape.


To hasten their egress, Hal uses his gauntlet to open all of the creature cages... allowing them to run free among the rioters.  Hal and the gang then hop on a construct aero-bike, and head off...


... Arriving some time later at Hal's Class III Light Cruiser, Darlene!  This is one sassy ship, who doesn't shy away from talking back to Mr. Jordan.  On board, we see that Hal has locked Trap away in a cell... and learn that he rescued Virgo in order to get payyyyyyed.


They're heading to Ketleth Prime to return the blue prince, however are taking the scenic route through Sector Zero... where we see that the Green Lantern Corps have... vanished!


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Ya know... as overwhelmed as I am by DC's current bi-weekly shipping model, I gotta say, I think I'm a bit spoiled by it.

In reading this issue I just feel like we didn't get quite enough.  Knowing that we had to wait an entire month for the follow-up... I dunno.  It's weird, I never thought about stuff like that before Rebirth.  Once a month comics were always enough... it's just the way it's always been, so I didn't think much of it.  Even as concepts like decompressed storytelling were introduced... and the entirety of the Bendis Avengers, I never felt like the these books needed to be anything more than monthly.

Nowadays when I think of DC's "monthlies", they almost seem like afterthoughts.  Like, their stories don't matter as much as the "flagship" titles... they're a buck more expensive... and it's almost as though they're on-deck for cancellation.

It's interesting to go back... even just a couple of years, and think about what it was like to wait for an entire month.  This isn't Green Lantern-specific or anything, just some thoughts that popped into my head while reading.  Can't really hold them against the book itself... but worth mentioning, if only to get it out of my head.  Oh yeah, one more thing... this is a four-dollar book.  For the amount of story we get... I gotta say, I'm really glad DC decided to "draw the line" one more time.

For the issue itself, it was really quite good.  I actually dig the new-look Hal Jordan here.  Feel like the longer hair and coat suits him... it's different enough to stand out (could even get its own action figure), but not so alien as to look weird.  Plus, seeing Hal in a hood takes me back to his days as the Spectre... which is a neat touch.

Renegade Lantern Hal Jordan rescues a rich alien... and takes a bad alien hostage, setting up an interesting Odd Couple... er, Triad (?) going forward.  Outside of our cliffhanger, that's really about all that goes down.

Now... speaking of the cliffhanger, this is one I was pretty excited for.  Over the past decade-plus, I've grown a bit weary of constant Corps stories.  I came in to the franchise during the Kyle days, where there was no Corps... and the stories were mostly Earth-based.  I miss stories like that... where we're not spending a quarter of each issue "checking in" on Oa, or Mogo... or wherever the hell the Corps is hanging out.

I think that might be one of the highlights of this DCYOU era of Green Lantern... the Corps were off doing their own thing, and Hal got to spend a bit of time on Earth.  Of course, the eventual clash with Parallax was... a bit underwhelming.  Okay, it was really quite awful... but that's a discussion for another day.

Overall, an interesting "first chapter" for this (sadly) short-lived Renegade Green Lantern arc.  Definitely worth checking out.  Venditti gives us many questions... and thankfully, they're all ones I want(ed) to stick around to get the answers for.  Billy Tan's artwork here is really good... despite the "new look", Hal still looks like Hal.

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Sunday, November 12, 2017

Action Comics (vol.2) #41 (2015)


Action Comics (vol.2) #41 (August, 2015)
"Hard Truth, Part One"
Story/Script - Greg Pak
Story/Art -  Aaron Kuder
Colors - Tomeu Morey & Hi-Fi
Letters - Steve Wands
Assistant Editor - Andrew Merino
Group Editor - Eddie Berganza
Cover Price: $3.99

We haven't talked much about DCYOU here on the humble blog.  By the time I took up the digital-pen, the initiative was barely limping to the finish line.

I've mentioned in past discussions of The New-52!, that it felt like DC was pulling something of an "Ultimate Marvel" with their entire line... but, I gotta say... these books never felt more "Ultimate" than they did during DCYOU.  In their attempt to look "with it", it seemed as though DC went further and further out of their way to prove just how out of touch they really were.

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We open with a de-powered, beaten, buzz-cutted, bare-chested... and rather chilly Superman shambling out of an Alaskan field onto a highway.  He makes his way to a convenience store to buy a shirt... and burrito.  He notices that a Superman-logo t-shirt is on clearance, likely a result of the big secret coming out.  Wha--?  Clark eats a burrito, actually satiating his hunger for the first time ever.


Outside, he approaches a pair of friendly-looking Alaskans and offers to buy their motorcycle.  The incredulous fella tells him it'll cost him eight-hundred bucks... and is shocked to find that our man is able to peel that much off with ease.


Clark drives away, when a bunch of young rubelettes from inside recognize him as Superman.  The goobers give chase, and lucky for them, their target hasn't gone far... just across the street to a Motel.  They proceed to jump the former Man of Steel... but get their clocks cleaned for their trouble.


At this point, Superman realizes he just might've outstayed his welcome in the near-Arctic... so he hops on the motorbike and putt putts his way back to the east coast.  Along the way, he eats some corn!  He also comments on how his life has been ruined since his secret was made public.  Fired from The Daily Planet and sued by all sorts of folks.


Arriving back in Metropolis, Clark is surprised to see that a block leading to his old neighborhood has been quarantined.  The officers tell him to "turn it around", before one recognizes him as Superman.  They draw their guns on him... until a stand-down order comes across on the walkies.  Further, they're told to allow him to pass.


The next two pages feature a rather unfortunate Twix ad with a creepy humanoid synthetic robot... or something.  In the slim bits of the page that actually feature comics, Superman is reacquainted with a very Bohemian-looking (and apologetic) Jimmy Olsen.  Clark tells him he doesn't blame him for what happened.


Jim brings him around the corner, where it's a party in Kentville!  I guess Clarksville was already taken.  Anyhoo, this is Clark's old neighborhood... and a place where Superman is still celebrated as a hero.  Women still love him, kids aren't scared of him... it's a pretty nice place, if you're Superman.


While Superman play-wrestles with some kids we're introduced to a short-lived L.L. in his life, Lee Lambert of the Fire Brigade.  I remember feeling like this was kind of forced... and a couple of years later... yeah, it still kinda feels that way.


As they flirt each other up, an emergency call comes over Lee's radio.  Without much thinking, Clark rushes into action.  It takes him a bit longer to get to his destination... plus, he's gotta be a bit more creative about the path he takes.  Remember, he's somewhat depowered at present.  He finally arrives to confront this Gozer-looking creature.  After wrapping his cape around his fist, he socks the shadow-beast.


Off to the side, an officer passes the information along to... somebody.  He notes that, while depowered, Superman is still much stronger than a normal human.


With Superman occupied for awhile, the order is given to... burn down Kentville!


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This isn't a bad issue... nor is it a bad story.  To me it's not really a Superman story... but that's okay... I doubt very highly that it was written for me either.

It feels like over the past few comics-reading generations (if that's even a "thing" anymore) we've written off concepts as "silly"... among them, the secret identity.  Not sure why all of a sudden we're too cool for that... but, here we are letting just about the biggest cat out of the bag.  I thought it was a bad idea than... and still do today.  I've gone on at length in the past... it's just one of those genies you can never fully put back in the bottle.  Sure, you can wipe memories of the people inside the books... but, we readers now know how such a thing would pan out.  We know how everyone would react.  There's no putting that away.

There's also this ridiculous (at least to me) notion that superheroes need to be relatable.  Superman's supposed to be... young and cool?  Hell, how many comicbook readers are (or ever were) young and cool?  This smacks of rattling the chains of an audience that doesn't exist.  I look at this cover... and it's a nice cover... but I think to myself, would a "young person" even give this a second look?  And, let's say they do... what happens when they look to the left and see that it costs four-dollars?  I don't think it matters how "relatable" the character is at that point... they probably have a better use for their four-and-change.

Not really sure where this rant is going... I probably ought to reel it in.  Well, maybe a bit more.  I know I've mentioned this... either here or on the podcast, but I have a theory that most kids picture Superman as being their father's age when they start reading.  I don't ever recall wanting Superman to be "my" age (or God forbid, younger)... for that, we had Superboy!  This "look" they're going for here would make for a really good Superboy!  But... it's not Superboy.  Thankfully, post-Rebirth, it's not Superman either.

With that disjointed ramble out of the way, let's talk story.  Superman's been outed and depowered... but how?  Well, ya gotta pony up another four-bucks a month for that, kemo sabe.  It's all well and good though... working our way through a mystery isn't a bad thing.  His homecoming is... odd.  He meets a new L.L. who I have a sneaking suspicion was supposed to become a love interest had DCYOU panned out the way DC hoped.  Then he fights a shadow-beast.  The story gets Superman where he needs to be, so I can't fault it.  It flew by, while at the same time didn't feel decompressed... which is a testament to the creative team.

Speaking of the creative team... this Aaron Kuder is pretty phenomenal!  Just wonderful work here.  From beating up baddies to eating an ear of corn... this was a very pretty book to look at.  I wasn't sold on his Bohemian-Jimmy, but whattayagonnado?

Before we call it a day, a bit more on DCYOU, since I'm not sure if we'll be talking about it again anytime soon.  I remember when the solicits came out, a lot of eyebrows were raised (mine included).  It seemed like DC was using a shotgun to look for an audience.  Everything had this kind of "pinch" of relevancy... but, there was an undercurrent of non-commitment.  It was easy to look at the upcoming books and know which ones were going to be supported... and which ones were going to get the ol' Marvel "they were always meant to be miniseries" line of bullcrap two-months down the line.

I mentioned during the preamble that DC seemed rather out of touch throughout this era.  This was the year of Convergence and DCYOU... now, when was the last time any of us thought about either of those things?  I mean, even looking at some of the ads placed in these books... a Grayson ad with "You don't know dick" as a tagline... a Justice League of America (by Bryan Hitch) ad that uses the buzzword "widescreen" as a selling point.  Widescreen comics?  That was a big deal in the late 1990's... fifteen years before these books!  What the hell was going on?

Okay, okay... I'm done.  Apologies for the rantiness today... I guess sometimes it just happens.  Even with all my gobbledy-gook, I still think this is a fairly decent story... even if I don't like it as a Superman story.  At this point, it might be worth a pull just for the novelty (and the amazing art).

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Superman (vol.3) #42 (2015)


Superman (vol.3) #42 (September, 2015)
"Before Truth, Part 2"
Writer - Gene Luen Yang
Penciller - John Romita, Jr.
Inker - Klaus Janson
Colorists - Dean White, Wil Quintana & Tomeu Morey
Letterer - Rob Leigh
Assistant Editor - Andrew Marino
Group Editor - Eddie Berganza
Cover Price: $3.99

DCYou... remember that?  Me neither.

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We open on the outskirts of Metropolis where Clark, Jimmy, Lois and Condesa are collecting themselves following Clark having been shot.  Oughta mention, this was around the time he discovered his Solar Flare power, which would leave him powerless for 24-hours following use... and boy oh boy did he use it... like every issue.  The group is suddenly ambushed by a group of Techno Ninjas... which Clark just thrashes his way through.



When the techno-dust settles, Lois finally confronts Clark.  She's noticed things ever since he... and Superman... arrived in Metropolis.  He isn't terribly keen on continuing the conversation, and pulls away... unfortunately for him, she won't let go... and his clothes tear.  Welp, that's underwhelming.



Lois is surprised, and rather ticked that he'd been keeping this from her.  She's even less pleased to learn that he'd already let Jimmy in on his secret (a few issues earlier).  And, wouldja look at that, Condesa also knows!  Ya see, she worked with Hordr_Root, who has been sending our man some threatening text messages of late.  Hordr_Root?  Have I said "underwhelming" yet?



Condesa also mentions a top secret campus where Hordr_Root and his, er... followers? students? employees? work.  They need to wear  strange techno facewear in order to enter, as these diet-Dr. Doom masks will serve as their identification cards.  Condesa speaks some binary techno-babble into the mask to program it... is there anything she can't do?  The answer to that is... sigh, probably not.  Oh, she's also flirting with Jimmy, I should probably mention that.



Anyhoo, the gang masks up and waits for a campus-bound bus... which, it would appear, travels the road less traveled.



Along the way, Clark tries to continue his chat with Lois... who despite choosing to sit right next to him, isn't in the mood to talk.  She says that she no longer thinks of him as a friend... or partner.  Condesa tells them to shut their yaps as they're just about to arrive.



After touching down, Clark, the gang, and the entire Hordr_Horde are addressed by a giant holographic image of Hordr_Root.  We learn that their ultimate goal is to "remake the world".  What an original idea!



It isn't long before Clark and company are found out for their bogus facial apparati.  They find themselves surrounded by some armored types... maybe robots, who knows.  Anyhoo, Clark grabs Jimmy and Lois and super-speeds them to safety.  He didn't choose to leave Condesa behind... she had wandered off.  He brings them to a building, and punches a hole in the wall revealing something pretty interesting...



The trio are then greeted by the man himself, Hordr_Root (which hasn't become any less annoying to type).  He brings with him both Condesa and... an offer.  He claims that everything he'd put Clark/Superman through these past few weeks were just a test to see if he was Horde material... and wouldn'tcha know it, he passed!  Clark tells him to pound sand, and a fight with Hordr_Security is on.



While he fights the bots, Superman calls out to Jimmy and Lois, imploring them to chase Hordr_Root, and try to make all of the other employees leave the Hordr_Plex.  Jimmy happens across Condesa (which I keep trying to spell with two S's) and she easily puts him in a hammerlock and presses him, face first, into a wall.  She whispers in his ear that her IQ is 150, and she scored 1580 on her SATs... okay, no she didn't... but she does tell him that she's not really with Hordr_Root, she just sided with him to protect a secret of her own... probably something to do with her perfection.



Back in the monitor room, Lois clocks Hordr_Root in the head with a metal pipe.  He goes down like a sack'a potatahs, and his mask shatters.  It would appear that Root is no more than a child... go figure.  As Lois grabs him by the collar, he digitizes and vanishes, claiming that this body is just a "node".



Elsewhere, Condesa has led Jimmy to the holographic PA system, so his freckly face can take to the skies above the campus and issue a warning.



In the monitor room, the robots are proving to be rather difficult for Superman to take down... and so, this being a DCYou era book, he resorts to the, say it with me... Super Flare.  Toldja it was like every issue.  Even Jimmy says "Oh no... again?!"



The issue wraps with Condesa getting the flying bus started as Lois and Jimmy load Clark's naked, powerless backside on board.



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Sooooo... hmm.  I do believe I said "underwhelming" a few times during that synopsis.

Now, let's take this discussion piecemeal.  There's a bit to dig through here... we've got the story, the threat, the cast, and the reveal.

Let's start with the reveal.  Like I said, underwhelming.  This entire story is the systematic removal of the secret identity.  Many people, myself included point to the New-52! as DC aping Image in the 1990's.  If you were to ask me, I'd say DCYou is DC aping Marvel around the turn of the century... the Bill Jemas days.  Where things like "secret identities" were just those "comic booky" things that forty year olds who live in their parents' basements cared about.  So many things they were throwing at the wall in hopes that something... anything would stick.

I can't imagine where DC saw this going... and I have a difficult time thinking that Rebirth was already in the works at this point.  Despite claims to the contrary, I still feel that DC licks their finger and holds it up to see which way the wind's blowing on a regular basis... which fuels a bit of my trepidation and affects my level of commitment with the organization's wares.

Keeping with the reveal, let's talk creative team.  Nothing against Gene Yang or JRJR... I've liked most everything Yang has written, and I remain a staunch Romita Jr. supporter, I feel this storyline... being a (would'a/could'a/should'a) DC Universe-altering one, it should have been left to a more seasoned DC Comics storytelling combination... and not a fella writing his third or fourth DC Comic, and one of the biggest and most identifiable Marvel artists of all time.  It just made me feel that DC wasn't making a big enough deal out of something which, in my opinion, should have been huge.  I mean, we're talking almost eighty years of secret identity being flushed away here.

Speaking of flushed away... I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this here.  I know I've said this a few times, but can't recall if it was here or social media or a podcast or something... there is that bit about not being able to put any genies back in the bottle.  I mean, not completely, anyway.  As of this writing, the secret identity is "back", in that nobody knows Clark and Superman are one in the same... but that doesn't change the fact that we have already read the story in which they did!  We know how Perry, Lex, and the world at large react to learning the secret.  This wasn't meant to be a "What if...?" story or "Imaginary Story" (and I don't subscribe to Alan Moore's "... aren't the all?" line of thinking).  These reactions and the stories that sprung from them were supposed to be the real deal.  It kinda takes any oomph out of any future secret identity-centric stories... and weakens the concept of secret identity as a whole.  Who knows... maybe it's just me.

I think back to Spider-Man's big reveal during Civil War (aka, the book that cured me of my Marvel-Zombitude).  We saw how the world reacted to it... we say Jonah's frustration, anger, and feelings of betrayal... we dealt with all that, we digested it.  So, when Brand New Day happened, they tried putting that genie back in the lamp... but, if you ask me... they couldn't.  We already know how people, good, bad, and indifferent are going to react to the reveal... so, it's not a story we'll be "cautiously looking forward to" ever again.

Back to the issue itself... Hordr_Root.  He's not a bad idea for a villain... I actually quite like the concept.  I don't think he should've been the catalyst behind the reveal... but, then again, a lotta folks thought Doomsday shouldn't have been the one to kill him back in 1992.  I will say however, I'm a bit "over" heroes coming across a bank of monitors which show all of their secrets.  Seems like we're going to that well a bit too often these days.

Let's talk Condesa.  Wow... when they got on the bus, I was half expecting it to break down as they were passing a high school football game... so she could score the winning touchdown, then repair the rig.

Overall... the story isn't a bad one... if we take all the reveal nonsense out of the equation.  I purposely didn't reread the one where Lois sends the magical worldwide "tweet of revelation", because I didn't want my brain to leak out of my ear... but this issue... underwhelming, but not offensively so.

If you wanna read about the first, real, and only marginally less underwhelming "Lois finds out" issue, feel free to check out my coverage by clickin' the cover below:



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