Posted by: on April 8, 2007
I really need to look at calendars more often. It’s Easter already? Where’s my egg?
52 WEEK FORTY-EIGHT: If Richard Corben and Phil Jiminez had a baby, it would be Darick Robertson’s art in this issue, which manages to jump back and forth over the line that separates looking rushed and particularly stylized. We’re in the rather rushed end-run of the series, now, and it’s coming more into focus that things aren’t going to really come to a complete conclusion in the next four issues -Intergang may be trying to turn Gotham City into Apokolips (It’s the fire pits that gave it away, even though commentators over at Doug Wolk’s blog think that they’re actually Lazarus Pits), but I can’t see any way for that plot to even be properly introduced never mind completed, considering the other plots that still have to be dealt with. Unlike Hibbs, I’m not so happy about the idea of Batwoman dying this issue, if only it feels like the character never really transcended the hype surrounding her sexuality and debut in the New York Times. I mean, sure, it explains why we’ve not seen the character outside of this series, but still, it’s a waste of whatever potential was in there in the first place. Okay, but at this point, I don’t want to see characters dying and issues spent entirely on one plotline anymore.
DANGER GIRL: BODYSHOTS #1: It’s Alias meets Charlie’s Angels, and curiously enjoyable in a trashy kind of way. I’ve avoided Danger Girl until this series, mostly because I didn’t really see the point, but… Eh. It’s fun, if you set your sights low enough, and always interesting to see a creator-owned book continue without any input from said creator.
THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST #4: By this point, the co-writing team of Ed Brubaker and Matt Fraction has shifted more towards a Fraction-esque direction – When airships crash into mythical cities and men in top hats emerge with guns, you start to wonder whether Matt’s taking more of a lead in plotting, or whether Ed has started to be infected by his writing partner. Balancing expositionary introduction of the Iron Fist history with kung-fu and shootin’ action and corporate takeovers, this continues to be much more enjoyable than it has any right to be. Good, even as I’m not the biggest fan of the Steel Serpent.
JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #7: I’m such a sap. I really shouldn’t enjoy this; the individual scenes don’t work, I don’t buy half of the character development, but… I kind of dig the new Hall of Justice/Watchtower headquarters. I’m happy that Dinah gets to be the chair of the team in this new setup. And even as the “fate decided the team” theme voiced by the characters mirrors the first three issues of Bendis’ New Avengers too much for my liking, I have to admit that this seemed surprisingly Good to me. I’m sure that everyone else may find it somewhat less impressive, but, feh. This completely sucked up to my DC fanboyishness, and won me over.
OMEGA FLIGHT #1: Again with the slow build! Only two of the characters on the cover appear inside this way-too-self-conscious first issue of a series that shows surprisingly clearly that whoever decided that this shouldn’t be an ongoing book after all made the right decision. Bri had it right, pointing out that this book is far too American-centric for a Canadian team. When the whole concept seems to be “American supervillains are invading Canada, so American superheroes have to save the Canadians,” there’s something weirdly patronizing going on. But why am I surprised? Crap.
SUPERMAN #661: As much as I enjoy Kurt Busiek’s one-shots, I have to admit, I’m pretty much done with fill-ins by now. It’s not that I’m desperate to get back to the ongoing Camelot Falls arc (Although I am, and it’s interesting that the four months of filler on Action Comics is getting such bad press, but the four months of fill-in skip by without commentary on this title; Maybe because regular writer Busiek has been on the book all along?), but there’s something almost weightless, in a way, about this issue; a feeling that no-one, not even the creators, really cared about it that much. It’s enjoyable enough, but there’s something very Eh about the whole thing.
Coming up either tomorrow or Tuesday, we’ll see if I can get my thoughts about the Savage Tales relaunch to amount to more than just “It’s not Ron Mars, whoever spellchecks the Dynamite books…”