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Brightest Day: The End of the Road

07/28/2010 E. Peterman 4 comments

Dear Brightest Day:

From the beginning, this was a marriage of convenience. You were the next big thing in event comics; I wanted to remain in the DC loop. I’d already dropped some middling books from my pull list (See ya, Green Lantern!), so I figured there was room for you in my life. Surely, we could work through my event fatigue issues together — especially with Peter Tomasi and Ivan Reis in the mix.

Just make out already.

Unfortunately, there was trouble early on, starting with that frickin’ white lantern in issue #0. I knew you came with some Blackest Night baggage, but I underestimated just how damned sick I was of that whole white light business and the various candy-colored corps. “Hal Jordan again?!” I fumed, prompting my oldest kid to ask what my problem was. And why I was talking to myself.

But then, you quickly appealed to my weakness for doomed lovers Hawkman and Hawkgirl, and Martian Manhunter. You also had that muscular, swaggering art from Reis, who draws a bicep like no one’s business. For a brief, shining moment, I truly believed we were gonna go the distance. I told V. that you were making an effort, but like someone who has heard one too many excuses for a friend’s sketchy lover, she was dubious: “If you say so, girl. I’m dropping it.”

By issue #4, I began to suspect that we just weren’t that into one another. For one thing, Firestorm made himself (themselves?) a little too comfortable, and I couldn’t hear the rest of the book over the sound of Jason and Ronnie’s incessant, tedious bickering. (For the record, Jason’s kind of a dick. I know Ronnie is inadvertently responsible for his girlfriend’s death, but still.) Mera and Aquaman’s issues, which seemed rich with promise, took a turn for the boring. Don’t even get me started on Deadman.

I’m not opposed to a little well-placed gore — I love Secret Six, after all. But when you gleefully began ripping off innocent bystanders’ heads (and limbs), it came across as desperate, and a little cheap. There was just too much going on, and it felt like a pileup of empty sturm and drang that was headed nowhere fast. It’s never a good sign on Wednesday nights when you hear yourself muttering, “I don’t have time for this.”

BD, I’m under no illusion that you need me. Heck, you can have almost any DC reader you want, you handsome, shallow devil. I just think it would be best for me to move on — y’know, see what else is out there before I start to resent the fact that you’re costing me $2.99 every other week. That’s a lot of tall Starbucks café Americanos. I’m sure you understand.

Best regards,
E. Peterman

In Comics, Only the Good Die Young

07/26/2010 Vanessa G. 8 comments

Nimue does not take kindly to impending doom.

As with so many other things that are artistically awesome, they come to an end long before they should. Over at Bleeding Cool, rumor has it that Madame Xanadu will soon meet her demise at Vertigo (winks at Shag for shooting me the link). Whether because of corporate rearranging of characters, low sales, or the creators having other projects they deem priority, this falls under the category of tragic.

I only recently discovered Madame Xanadu. The first trade, “Disenchanted,” was exceptional. When I finished reading it, I immediately re-read it. Amy Reeder’s art is out of this world. She draws Madame Xanadu so beautifully, with ethereal hints of Manga that make her work bright and unique. Matt Wagner’s story is nothing short of brilliant. He depicts a character who is so powerful and ageless, yet internally flawed by deep emotional wounds a thousand years old. Wagner ingeniously weaves in characters like Merlin, The Phantom Stranger, and Morgan Le Fey, which entices the continuity hound in me. The second trade was also very good, albeit quite different. An alternate artist, Michael William Kaluta, added a rugged vibe to the arc. It worked for the time-period of the story. Think Spanish Inquisition and Jack the Ripper. The writing continued to be fanfuckingtastic as we see a more mature Xanadu, settling into who she’s decided to be. So good in fact, I started buying the issues. The most recent arc, beginning at #26 (check my review over at Newsarama), is very promising.

I could sycophantically profess 100 other things I love about this book, but I’ll stop here, as it’s not going to change anything. I’ve learned to accept that when I really, really love a book, it will inevitably get canned. I’m not so completely narcissistic to believe that I’m one of the few who recognize true excellence. But how does a book like Brightest Day (aka the UBER-MEH) continue on while Xanadu must cease? Sales, I’m sure. To that, I say: Advertise the damn book! I’m so over this “It’s not selling” cop-out. If Xanadu got nearly as much ad space as Brightest Day, I bet it would sell. Pardon me, Mr. Wagner, if I’m being presumptuous and assuming it wasn’t your decision. You are a gifted writer; perhaps you decided to move on. I know Ms. Reeder is taking on Batwoman (aka the MEGA-WIN), and covers for Supergirl, which I’m sure will be splendid. But why do the books I love have to go?

Birds of Prey is back, and that’s great. DC previously discontinued that book and let the characters get turned into feminine frailty. Gail Simone is very quickly rectifying that, but it took four years for DC to figure out what a gem they had with Simone and BoP. Amid the hoopla surrounding Wonder Woman, DC claimed her books weren’t selling either, thus justifying the redesign/reboot. Again, perhaps the books would sell if she got even half the ad space as Batman. Issue #600 sold like hotcakes because it was advertised out the wazoo, combined with the gimmick of changing her appearance. Surely, there aren’t that many JMS fans. Sorry.

Vertigo books consistently have solid writing and good art. I’d say that about a third of the books at DC prime are working with that combo. I acknowledge the factor of sheer numbers. Fine. But this cash cow momentum is a ruthless executioner. If the rumor is true, Madame Xanadu is being unjustifiably sent to the guillotine.

Spreading the Love (and Capes)

07/24/2010 E. Peterman 5 comments

Love and Capes: Do You Want to Know a Secret? Vol. 1
Writer/Artist: Thomas F. Zahler

Superheroes aren’t having much fun these days. While there’s some great work being done in the capes-and-cowls genre, it’s often so relentlessly grim that fans seeking lighthearted reading might as well head straight to the kids’ section of the comics shop (and I often do).

You should be reading this.

Thank goodness for Thomas F. Zahler’s Love and Capes, a funny, smartly written — and, yes, lighthearted — series about the intersection of heroics and romance. Bookstore owner Abby learns that her mild-mannered accountant boyfriend, Mark, is also a superhero known to Deco City as The Crusader. After he reveals his true identity, Abby experiences the perks (15-minute flights to Maui) and perils (picnics interrupted by crises) of dating a member of the cape community.

It’s appropriate that Love and Capes is billed as a “heroically super situation comedy,” because the quick banter and likable cast give it the feel of an especially good TV show. Zahler makes good use of the familiar: The Crusader is clearly a Superman analog, and his best friend, Paul, aka Darkblade, stands in for a certain serious billionaire who fights crime at night. Most of the derring-do takes place off of the page, so even when we see these two at work, they’re rarely talking shop. In one of the book’s many funny panels, Darkblade — while dangling a bad guy over a rooftop — tells Mark that his ill-timed request for relationship advice is “seriously killing my creature-of-the night vibe.”

Amazonia: Trouble in high heels.

Like all newly smitten, cute couples, Mark and Abby are just this side of annoying. (In this first volume, Mark’s only noticeable flaw is that he’s a tad jealous of Arachnerd, a web-slinger who is at the center of a blockbuster film franchise.) Zahler spices things up considerably by introducing Amazonia, an Angelina Jolie/Wonder Woman hybrid who happens to be The Crusader’s ex-girlfriend. How intimidating is she? In one of the book’s many funny panels, Abby’s sister, Charlotte puts it this way: “Amazonia? Whoa. I’d do her.”

Speaking of Charlotte, her tart asides and single-gal perspective bring a lot of wit to Love & Capes. She’s an utterly charming second banana — a Rhoda Morgenstern to Abby’s Mary Tyler Moore (Cue readers born after 1980 saying, “Who?” in unison).

This book has such genuine, across-the-board appeal, and I was bummed to hear two LCS owners — both fans of the series — say they couldn’t interest enough readers to justify stocking the single issues. People, where is the love? The next time I hear a fellow comic lover complaining about the Big Two offerings on his or her pull list, I’m going to ask (in a slightly judgmental tone) why that person isn’t reading Love and Capes, among other things.

Do yourself a favor and check out the first two trade volumes, or head over to the Love and Capes website for a taste of the series. It’s mighty good.

Comic Judgment: Superman, Superstar

Superman #701
Writer: J. Michael Straczynski
Artists: Eddy Barrows, Rod Reis (colors) and J.P. Mayer (ink)
Cover: John Cassaday and David Baron
Letters: John J. Hill

There’s nothing new about the similarities between Superman and a certain carpenter from Nazareth, but in some stories, the parallels are neon-sign obvious. Shortly after watching Superman Returns — in which Kal-El even rises from his hospital deathbed after a few days (three?) — my brother asked, “Are we sure this isn’t a movie about Jesus?”

Writer J. Michael Straczynski is an atheist, but he has spoken of Superman in biblical (or, depending on your point of view, mythological) terms. In JMS’ highly anticipated Superman debut, the Man of Steel comes across the way I’ve often imagined Jesus might: captivating, earnest, the tiniest bit smug. He doesn’t carry much in the way of cash or material possessions, and he walks a lot. Wherever he goes, people pepper him with questions, try his patience and practically dare him to use his powers. Sound familiar?

Literally down to Earth, Superman is on a sort of fact-finding stroll through America, telling one journalist, “I’m not flying because I’m walking.” (As a former newspaper reporter, I thought the pack of hero-chasing journalists seemed gratuitously dim, especially considering Clark Kent’s line of work. But maybe they were TMZ types.)

The best moments in this issue are the smallest, like when Superman checks the funds in his cape pocket before ordering a cheese steak sandwich, or when star-struck residents react as if a caped Zac Efron were in their presence. It’s not every day that you see a metahuman celebrity in Philly, and I was charmed by Eddy Barrows’ scenes of grinning, gobsmacked citizens.

Unfortunately, the effort to make Superman “relevant” is all too obvious at times, and the book begins to strain under the weight of its own message. There’s a deeply goofy segment involving some drug dealers who appear to have stepped right out of New Jack City, and Supes has one too many Preachy McPreachypants moments. By the end, I found myself wishing Original Batman were around to bust the guy’s chops. However, despite these stumbles and my lack of any deep investment in Superman (the character or the comic), JMS has laid out an interesting premise — one that makes me want to stick around for at least one more stop on Kal-El’s tour.

Keeping it Ill with Artist John ‘Roc’ Upchurch

If you follow this blog, chances are that you read a ton of comics and can name your favorite writers and artists. E. and I talk about ours all the time, and many of our preferred illustrators are well known and probably working for the big two. But there are so many undiscovered artists out there who are just as good, if not better than your mainstream people. One in particular goes by the name Roc, and he is the shit.

John “Roc’ Upchurch hails from “a little gutter” in Philadelphia called Hunting Park. Named after his father, who inspired him to become an artist, Roc began his career as a video game concept artist in Georgia. He graduated to freelance work in almost every industry, and he’s now an illustrator of whatever you can imagine. His tools of the trade are pencil, paper and Photoshop. He can do concept art, comics, storyboards and pretty much any commission assignment you throw his way. When our friends saw the fabulous Vanessa G. and E. Peterman avatars Roc created for Girls Gone Geek, they pretty much lost their minds. We certainly did.

As a writer, I visualize stories and the characters I’d love to write about. One such character was brought to life by Roc’s hand, and his dope-ass illustration was even more beautiful than I had imagined. He’s done tons of commissions for others, and they’re all rock-star stunning. Simply put, this is a man whose work deserves to be discovered many times over.

The phenomenally talented John “Roc” Upchurch took time out of his busy, working artist’s schedule for the following interview.

G3: When did you first realize you could draw? Growing up, were you the kid everyone bumrushed for drawings of superheroes and aliens?

Roc: I realized I could draw early on. I use to watch my dad draw when I was around 3 years old, and I’d try to copy everything he did. In school, everybody would ask me for drawings. Girls usually wanted portraits of themselves, and guys wanted graffiti. I admit I learned pretty quick how to use my talents to get attention from girls. Good times.

G3: Who are your artistic influences?

Roc: My influences change constantly. When I was younger, I was influenced by a lot of artists in animation like Chuck Jones and Jim Davis, and cartoons like Thundercats, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Disney stuff. When I got into comics, it became about Jim Lee, Whilce Portacio, Todd McFarlane and Rob Liefeld. Then I got into painters like Rembrandt, Michelangelo (who didn’t consider himself a painter), Norman Rockwell, Frazetta and Brom.

G3: Did you have any formal art education? If so, where?

Roc: I went to the Art Institute of Atlanta for computer animation.

G3: How would you describe your style, and how has it evolved?

Roc: I guess my style has always been comic book-ish. It’s always been somewhere in between cartoon and realism. Before I got into digital color, I always used color pencils, so that was definitely a big change. Other than my drawing pencils, I rarely use any traditional media —other than the crayons with my kids.

G3: You obviously have an appreciation for the female form, and you do curvy and sexy extremely well — at all sizes. Is that a conscious decision to show a range of body types, or does it just depend on your mood or what the character calls for?

Roc: With personal art, I think it depends on my mood. I usually lean towards a more voluptuous figure, but every now and then I’ll throw in a skinny chick — still curvy, but skinny.

G3: Please describe for us your working methods. How do you develop your work?

Roc: When working on a commissioned piece, I start by gathering as much info and references on the subject as possible. I soak it up and begin sketching really loose thumbnails to get a feel for the character(s). After that, I begin to rough out the layout/composition in Photoshop. I want the art to flow and guide the eye in the way I want. It doesn’t always work out, though. After I get that working, I decide what my color palette is going to be by sloppily throwing down colors over the rough layout —colors that I believe work well together and work for the mood/tone of the piece. Once all that is out of the way, I pencil the whole thing with a 2h and finish with a darker lead like 2b. Then I just paint it up in Photoshop.

G3: As an artist, what do you think your strengths are? What is your favorite thing to draw, or what are some of your favorite pieces that you’ve done?

Roc: My strengths? I’ve never really thought about it. I’m always focusing on my weaknesses. But I would have to say it’s creating characters with “character,” meaning that when you look at a character you can immediately visualize a story: What they do, what they sound like, what they like and don’t like, where they’re from — things like that. I think that’s really important when creating a character. There needs to be a visual personality and things people can identify with. I don’t really have a favorite piece of art. I’m never satisfied with my work, so once I’m onto the next one I rarely look back. Going by my audience, I would say pinup-type shots are the most popular. Go figure. But the art I like the most is the rough, quick warmup stuff. Something about the freedom and uninhibited messiness of it is attractive to me.

G3: Do you read comics? If so, what are you reading? Who are your favorite characters and why?

Roc: I try to keep up with comics, but honestly, I haven’t read anything in a while. The last things I read were Umbrella Academy and Streets of Gotham stuff. My favorite characters were always the darker, slightly off dudes like Batman, Daredevil and Hellboy. I also love Conan. I thought (Kurt) Busiek’s Take on Conan was amazing, as well as Cary Nord’s art. I never liked soft hero types like Superman, but one of my favorite books is Birthright by Mark Waid and Leinil Yu. I still think that book is phenomenal.

G3: What’s your dream assignment?

Roc: My dream assignment is one of my own. I have some stories in me that I need to get out. I have worlds in me that can’t wait to be seen. My dream is to have those see reality and have people hear these stories, experience these worlds and, hopefully, take something positive from them that can inspire something in their own lives.

G3: Are there any upcoming projects that you’d like to tell us about? What lies ahead for you?

Roc: Right now I’m working on a million different projects. It’s mostly comic work that I can’t talk about yet. The book Deep Blue will be wrapping up soon, and there a few more books coming after that. I’m also working on my own projects in my free time (about five minutes a week), so I hope to have something fresh soon. I figure if I just cut out sleep altogether, I’ll have more time to create, so we’ll see how that goes.

Roc’s first two issues of his book Deep Blue (created by Bragi Schut Jr. and Lewis Fenton) are on sale HERE. You can find Roc at deviantART and on his blog. Until next time, “Keep it ill!”

Friday Favorite: Agent 355

There are plenty of reasons to be evangelical about Brian K. Vaughan’s Y: The Last Man — a haunting storyline in which almost every male on Earth drops dead, pages of nail-biting drama, sharp humor … and a monkey. It’s like a groundbreaking HBO show in print, with great illustrations (Pia Guerra). But of all the reasons I love this story, it’s the character of secret Agent 355 who tops the list. (Spoilers are ahead.)

Comics have come a long way in the diversity department, but even now, Agent 355  represents something uncommon in the genre: a smart, formidable black female character who is much more than a sidekick, and whose ethnicity informs who she is without defining her. Plus, she can knock you the %$@* out without breaking a sweat. If the world is coming to an end, this is a woman you want on your side.

A member of the Culper Ring, a covert operations group, Agent 355 winds up as the guardian of slacker Yorick Brown — presumably the world’s only living man. She’s a bit of a mystery throughout, and we never even learn her real name. But as time passes, we see a complex and even vulnerable young woman — at least, when she doesn’t have to kill folks, something she takes no joy in doing. Early on, Yorick is surprised to see Agent 355 doing mundane things like … knitting.  When her backstory finally emerges, it packs one hell of a punch.

It’s no small thing that Vaughn avoids the traps of ignoring race completely or beating readers over the head with it. It’s certainly present in the dynamic among Yorick, Agent 355 and geneticist Dr. Allison Mann, an Asian woman who changed her last name (as in Mann’s Chinese Theatre) to piss off her scientist parents. For example, when Yorick asks 355 why she insists on maneuvering at night while they’re in Boston, she points out that (duh) they happen to be in the Southie neighborhood, and she’s not white.

Yorick: “You seriously think that’s still an issue?”

Agent 355: “Why, because this is the twenty-first century … or because all of the men are dead? Either way, my answer is yes.

A whole lot of crazy stuff goes down in Y: The Last Man, but its heart and soul is the bond between Agent 355 and Yorick. As we’ve stated previously, this book contains one of the most romantic (and ultimately heart-wrenching) moments in comics, ever. And thanks to Vaughn and Guerra’s excellent teamwork, Yorick isn’t the only one who fell hard for this beautiful, badass and thoroughly awesome secret agent.

G3 Guest Essay: DC’s Legacy of Legacies

07/14/2010 E. Peterman 6 comments

V. and I feel like proud parents with the posting of today’s guest essay from our fellow fangirl, Jenn. She’s the brains behind Dirty Blonde & Nerdy, where she writes about her adventures in geek. Jenn was also one of our earliest readers, and it warmed our jaded little hearts to learn that Girls Gone Geek had helped guide her as a newbie in the often overwhelming world of comic-book reading. Seriously; we had a moment. (Me to V: “Dude, she’s like our Padawan!”) Anyway, we enjoyed the heck out of her essay on DC’s throwback strategy, and we think you will, too. Take it away, Jenn!

WHYYYYYY!!???? Oh. Right. Darkseid.

There have been quite a few shake-ups in the DC comicverse in recent years. It’s been a pretty intimidating time for anyone to follow, especially for someone just diving into the fun. We had the Crisis siblings: Identity, Infinite, and Final; Bruce Wayne is now sleuthing up to his inevitable return after his supposed death, the Justice League has a new Big Three, if one at all, with a table full of new faces, and the big to-do with Blackest Night led directly to Brightest Day. And, of course, there is the new Wonder Woman run/temporary costume. DC has had its hands buried deep in the cradle of its characters and titles, and the editorial powers have been stirring things around for a while.

Let me make it clear that I have absolutely no problem with that. At all. I love nothing more than when someone takes the plunge and dares to do something different, outside the box, and makes people mad or excited about the idea. It garners plenty of attention, a necessity in any entertainment business. But an “A” for effort doesn’t really count. Success doesn’t ride on the back of good intentions and certainly not on the shoulders of half-assed executions.

Before anyone gets fired up about their own concern (or thinks I’m here to spit fire on everything) let me narrow the playing field to one development in particular that has me wondering what exactly is going through the heads of the officials: DC’s regression to older heroes, the step backwards from the supposed legacy appeal. I don’t get it. A legacy doesn’t work backwards; it’s a namesake passed down to the one who earned the title. For example: Wally West became The Flash after Barry Allen. Bart Allen became Kid Flash after he grew up a bit and left the name Impulse behind. The names became mantels. Now they don’t mean anything because they’ve been revoked, rearranged, removed, whatever.

This problem doesn’t touch just The Flash’s so-called legacy, and it doesn’t stop merely with old guys coming back and retaking their titles. For some, the bigger issue is that a bunch of old white guys are coming back to retake their titles.

Ryan Choi, we hardly knew ye.

The Atom. Ok, Ray Palmer is back, so they discard the replacement Ryan Choi by killing him off, which apparently is the quick and easy way to write off a character (which is also very lame). But, oh crap, that means they killed the guy with a different ethnicity to make room for a white guy.

Boom. Now you’ve got racial issues.

I think that’s ridiculous. If DC wants to revert back to the older heroes, then yeah, it’s gonna look like a whitewash because those characters were created in a long-ago age. Was it an intentional slam against the racially diverse characters added over the past few years? I don’t think so. I hope not. Maybe I’m being far too optimistic in my pessimism, but that result only sprang from the decision they made.

Adding to the confusion, we have Dick Grayson under the cowl when we know Bruce is due back in a few months. I know, I know. Someone needs to be Batman while Bruce was gone. Gotham still needs Batman. Bruce couldn’t ever really be dead because no one else is really Batman. Here the legacy doesn’t work. It can’t work, and it never will work no matter how many times someone else temporarily has their face behind that mask. Those boots — among others like Wonder Woman and Superman — are just too big to be properly filled permanently.

I suppose “half-assed executions” is a little harsh, but this is a nice hole that the folks at DC wrote themselves into. How can one character have a legacy when others who have interacted with that character never age? Retcon the Failsafe? (I think that could be a comic itself.) Change who worked with whom back in the good ol’ days to make sure the aging problem doesn’t interfere? That’s great. They’re probably going to do it sooner or later anyway.

You just can’t please everyone. This fact has proven itself tenfold since I’ve been in the DC fandom. Not everyone is going to approach a new direction with grace and a sensible sense of judgment rather than instantaneous maniacal fan-frothing. But it’s kind of strange that the new faces of DC Universe are taking us backwards instead of moving forwards.

Friday Favorite: Alice

07/09/2010 Vanessa G. 1 comment

Some of the best characters are villains, and one of my favorite villains is Alice. That is, Kate Kane’s thought-to-be-dead twin sister Elizabeth, who was actually kidnapped in childhood and tortured by terrorists, eventually becoming the Religion of Crime’s High Madame.

Her alternate personality is a beautifully twisted version of Alice Pleasance Liddell of Wonderland fame. Fans of Greg Rucka’s Detective Comics/Batwoman run were all set for an entire Alice story arc. I know I was. Alas, her tragic origin story was cut short by Rucka’s abrupt departure from DC. We were robbed, damn it. ROBBED! What we did get of her left me jonesin’ for more. The last time we saw Alice was at the end of the “Elegy” story, when she fell into the ocean after a fistfight on a plane with her sis. Her body was never found. Rucka stated he had her origin story planned and was ready to write. I hope that one day he will grace us (and DC) with said story. In the mean time, I hope all other writers keep their hands off of this amazing character.

JH Williams‘s phenomenal rendering of Alice was interesting and unique. You could tell by looking at her that she was clearly insane, yet the design and colors were were still so pretty. His concept of Alice made for some of the best cover art I’ve ever seen. While the character was only half featured on some of the covers of Detective Comics, the art was clearly designed to foreshadow her presence in the story and her connection to Kate. Fans will have to wait and see if we’ll ever get another look at Alice. In the meantime, I may have to keep the dream alive with the coolest cosplay costume EVER.

New Spidey: What Say Ye?

07/06/2010 E. Peterman 4 comments

Alas, the movement to cast Donald Glover as the next big-screen Spider-Man fell short, though not for lack of trying. V. and I were among the many “Community” fans who thought it would have been a stroke of genius to have Glover play everynerd/superhero Peter Parker in the forthcoming reboot. However, British actor Andrew Garfield has nabbed the role. OK, fine. He’s certainly got the traditional Peter Parker-y look, and though I have yet to see Garfield in anything, legitimate sources say that he is funny (something a young Spider-Man should be) and talented. That’s a good sign.

I hope the Glover campaign wasn’t completely for naught, though. Maybe the studio will at least offer him a juicy supporting role, or perhaps he’ll now be a serious contender to play another movie hero. The main argument against his casting was that a black Spider-Man might confuse people, but I don’t see how. Young, brilliant man bitten by radioactive spider. Develops super powers. Puts on tights. Fights crime. Where’s the confusion?

What’s your take on Garfield’s casting? Who should play Mary Jane? Aunt Mae? (Helen Mirren in the house!) Do you even care about this franchise?

Fangirls Deafen Community with Newsarama-Related Screeching

07/05/2010 Vanessa G. 6 comments

For E. Peterman and me, Girls Gone Geek is a labor of love. We love comics. We love writing. We love writing about comics. It’s how we roll. So when Newsarama(!) invited us to join the Best Shots Review team, we may have shattered a few windows with our squeals of joy. If your dog experienced hearing loss last Monday, well, our bad. We are thrilled beyond words, which is saying a lot. We don’t excite easily.

Girls Gone Geek will remain very much alive and well, and now you’ll be able to find our fangirl commentary in more than one place. E. and I jumped in headfirst, and our first articles will be posted for your viewing pleasure TODAY! To read our inaugural reviews of Wonder Woman #600, Green Lantern #55, Madame Xanadu #24, JSA #40 and much more, go here. You can also find us, and the rest of the Newsarama Best Shots team here.

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The Amazing Art of Wonder Woman #600

07/03/2010 Vanessa G. 2 comments

Images are ™ and © DC Comics, unless otherwise noted here.

G3 Review: Batman Beyond #1

07/01/2010 Vanessa G. 4 comments

Cover art by Dustin Nguyen

Batman Beyond #1
Writer: Adam Beechen
Pencils: Ryan Benjamin
Inks: John Stanisci
Colors: David Baron
June 30, 2010
DC Comics

I was stoked when DC announced the six-part mini for Batman Beyond. The cartoon is second only to Avatar: The Last Airbender in my book. I watched the animated series religiously, and I even had a giant Batman Beyond poster hanging over my bed.

The concept of a young man taking over the cowl under the tutelage of Bruce “Silver Fox” Wayne is genius, and it’s executed quite well in this first issue. Bruce is, of course, so obsessive that no amount of old age will keep him from protecting Gotham. He’d have to cease to exist (notice I didn’t say “die”), and even then, he’d probably still have some contingency AI Batman to run shit. For now, we’ve got Terry McGinnis.

Terry is a likable kid who has a great sense of humor. When he takes off that mask, he’s got a little Tim Drake action going on (winks at E.) His character is true to form with quippy comebacks and a young man’s attitude laced with tinge of snark reserved for Bruce. BW seems to be keeping the task bar skyscraper-high, but he doesn’t quite trust Terry … completely.

Bruce: “I don’t like relying on anyone.”
Terry: “Yeah? Including me?”
Bruce: “You’ve done well enough. So far.”
Terry: “Alert the vid-crews and data-streamers! Bruce Wayne just gave me a mili-kudo!”

Mili-kudo. Teehee.

Given BW’s control-freak tendencies (and staying true to the ’toon), he’s got a com-link to Terry … Oracle style. The banter that ensues between them highlights the well-paced action of this issue perfectly. Longtime DC readers get a few nuggets of villains past, and an aged Amanda Waller. Yup, The Wall. Epic win, folks.

Mega-kudos for Ryan Benjamin’s art. It is simple and clean as an ode to the cartoon, but the artist’s lines display depth and emotion. The actions scenes work well and are made to pop with the futuristic background detail. I don’t think colorist David Baron used more than three or four shades in any given panel, but it complemented the pencils and the overall tone of the book.

It’s a story balanced with progression of plot, and there’s just enough exposition of continuity that anyone could pick it up and enjoy. Since DC is so desperate to attract new readers, they should be marketing the hell out of this book. Batman Beyond could be just the reader bait the company needs.

Juicy story. Good art. Buy it.

Wonder Woman’s Wardrobe Malfunction

Messing with a classic is ballsy, but doing so successfully requires finesse. Do it right, and you get something like the “Star Trek” movie reboot. Misstep, and you’ve got New Coke. It is not for the faint of heart —or the clumsy.

This brings us to Wonder Woman’s new costume, which you can see today in its full glory with the debut of issue #600. As this is being written, V. and I have yet to read new Wondy writer J. Michael Stracynzski’s first issue, so we can’t comment on the story. The outfit, redesigned by none other than Jim Lee, is another story.

Here’s what we like: The old-school top is fine, and the gloves are hot in an I-will-beat-you-down-in-an-alley kind of way.

What don’t we like? Let’s start with the boots, which pissed us off mightily. If you’re going to put Diana in black leggings, why not let her keep some version of her iconic, red kicks? As V. put it, it’s all about the fucking boots, and the mall footwear with golden frippery isn’t going to cut it. And we like biker chick chic as much as anyone, but the star-spangled blue jacket looks like a Black Canary ripoff. And a choker? No. Seriously, no.

Wonder Woman’s new clothes aren’t terrible or offensive; but they are disappointingly generic and dated. As one person wrote on the DCU blog: “Looks like she’s just changed for happy hour after work. In 1996.”

JMS outlines the ideas behind the costume redesign in an extensive interview with Comic Book Resources, but I’m not sure I buy them. For starters, why does a superhero costume have to be practical? In all my years of reading “Wonder Woman” comics — the good and the bad — I’ve never wondered how she fights “without all her parts popping out” or where she keeps her keys. It’s a suspension of disbelief thing. Couldn’t she just keep some recognizable version of her costume underneath contemporary street clothes, like Spider-Man?

It’s not that we’re anti-change, but we think an amazing heroine ought to have an amazing costume. Reboot or no, Wonder Woman is a classic who should be distinguishable from, say, Donna Troy. Paging Christian Siriano!

You Should Be Reading … Alien Loves Predator

When the final obituary of the printed newspaper is written, I’d like to see the analysis go beyond the usual suspects of greedy stockholders, Internet competition and shrinking ad revenue. I want some enterprising pundit to blame the rotting dinosaur carcass that is the newspaper comics page.

WAY funnier than "Hagar the Horrible."

Some papers do a better job than others, but even those that print good strips like Zits or Get Fuzzy continue to prop up dreck like Garfield and Hagar the Horrible. Does anyone find these even mildly entertaining? At least The Family Circus is so unfunny that it has taken on a kind of screw-you punk rock aura, but the daily comics page — at least in my hometown paper — is essentially a wasteland.

Friends have turned me on to a number of worthwhile web-only comics, but I found Bernie Hou’s frequently hilarious Alien Loves Predator the old-fashioned way — by mindlessly surfing the Internets. The premise: Alien (Abe) and Predator (Preston) are roommates in New York, where they try speed dating, argue on the subway, apartment hunt among crack dealers, and occasionally hang out with Jesus. The weekly strip, which Hou posts on Wednesdays, is truly inspired, and you don’t have to be a NYC dweller to appreciate it.

It bugs me that a genuinely funny, clever strip like Alien Loves Predator would never make it in a mainstream newspaper. For starters, cranky 89-year-olds — the ones who call managing editors to complain — wouldn’t get it. The use of a Jesus action figure alone would light up switchboards like the Fourth of July. (Personally, I think a recurring Jesus cameo in Shoe would rule.) And since no one under 35 reads dead-tree newspapers anymore (so we are told), it wouldn’t connect with the readers most likely to appreciate it.

That’s unfortunate, but Hou appears to have built a loyal, appreciative readership since launching the comic in 2004. Any strip that name-checks Abe Vigoda and crosses Starbucks with M.C. Escher deserves some love, so do yourself a favor and check it out.

Comic Blast From the Past: Hip Hop Heaven

Don't act like you didn't own a flannel shirt.

Few things in pop culture withstand the passage of time unscathed, and comic books are no exception. Like gauchos, Jheri curls or LFO’s brief musical career, things that seem perfectly reasonable in their moment look entirely different a decade or two later.

In terms of sheer wackiness, nothing will ever top Spire’s 1970s series of Christian-themed Archie comics, which must be seen to be believed. But Hip Hop Heaven, a comic that I collected briefly in the early ’90s, is somewhere in the top five. I had forgotten all about it until I unearthed issue #2 during a recent housecleaning fit. I’m glad I held onto it, because as with Archie’s One Way, people wouldn’t believe Hip Hop Heaven (Boomtown Productions) existed without hard evidence.

In its defense, Hip Hop Heaven used issue #2 to make the case for safe sex in the post-AIDS era — a worthy goal. Milestone Comics launched around 1993, so at the time, it wasn’t exactly common to see several black characters playing pivotal roles in a single comic book. I bought it for that reason, and I was excited to see something different and indie on the shelves.

Almost 20 years later, Hip Hop Heaven reads as a comic very much of its era, one working awfully hard for the credibility. (No love without a glove? Really?) I graduated from a predominantly black university around the time it was published, and I don’t remember conducting conversations with quite as much … flair as female protagonists Coco and Feather:

There’s a preachy message about Korean-made sneakers, complete with a “What Would Martin/Malcolm Do?” splash panel, and an oh-so-’90s discussion about hairstyles and heritage:

Still, creator Craig Rex Perry’s art had a fun, vibrant style — and as much as I’d like to, I can’t deny that he captured the fashion and hairdos of the time. I’ve given away/recycled/donated a lot of comics over the years, but there must be a reason I haven’t parted with Hip Hop Heaven. It’s certainly easier to explain than Archie’s Sonshine.

This Week in Comics FTW

06/25/2010 Vanessa G. 4 comments

Maybe I had low expectations, but I was surprised by just how good my comics were this week. Everything I pulled was a page-turner with top-notch art.

Green Lantern Corps #49
Writer: Tony Bedard
Pencils: Ardian Syaf
Inks: Vicente Cifuentes
Colors: Randy Mayor w/ Gabe Eltaeb

My love of the Green Lantern books began with the Sinestro Corps War, a great story arc that got me invested in the characters. I was ever so curious to see where the War of Light would lead, and, well, here we are at Brightest Day (aka the Über Meh). I dropped BD from my pull list, and with the writer Peter Tomasi’s departure, I was going to drop GLC, too. This issue has officially changed my mind. Kudos to Ardian Syaf, who is really getting better with his pencils. His powerful facial details impressed me (although thumbs down on Natu’s Wolverine-inspired hairdo). The story was fast-paced with a tinge of suspense. You knew that the Alpha Lanterns were up to some craziness after last issue, but Boodika resorting to maniplulation and trickery … that was unexpected. Now I’m dying to know how they came under the control of Cyborg Superman. I guess it’s a robot thing.

The Return of Bruce Wayne #3
Writer: Grant Morrison
Pencils: Yanick Paquette
Inks: Michel Lacombe
Colors: Nathan Fairbairn

I’ve come to really enjoy Grant Morrison’s writing. Perhaps it’s my background in philosophy, but I like meta-stories and annotations. I don’t mind working for it with Grant’s stories, because the payoff is often worth it (wildly convoluted, but interesting). After issue #2, I thought I might have to “work for it” yet again. But in comes #3, blazing with clarity and lovely little continuity nuggets tying GM’s obscure references together. I have an idea of where this story is going, and while that could very well change in an instant, I am excited. Grant is a reference junkie; it’s how he rolls. Being that I am one of the two people who LIKED Final Crisis, that makes the references in RoBW even better. Yanick Paquette’s art was a pleasure, especially the background details and his pouty-lipped rendering of Wondy.

Zatanna #2
Writer: Paul Dini
Pencils: Stephane Roux
Inks: Karl Story, Stephane Roux
Colors: John Kalisz

I saved the best for last. I LOVED this issue. Dini’s Zatanna is so damn likeable. As ridiculous as this may sound — she is a magician and all — I could relate to her! After a huge performance, going head-to-head with a mega-sorcerer, and teleporting in to help the JLA, Z. was pooped. The scene of her plopping face-first into bed was perfect! PERFECT! It humanized her, and I found it to be endearing. The most impressive (and powerful) thing about Zatanna though, is her ability to think fast. You’d have to have a quick mind to rattle off words backwards under pressure. It’s harder than you think folks; I’ve tried it. Another highlight of this story is Brother Night. He is creepy10, horror-movie scary. But the shining stars of issue #2 are the flawlessly executed, beautifully drawn splash pages of Zatanna’s dreams/nightmares. If you aren’t reading this comic, what the hell are you waiting for?

Bigby Wolf v. Wolverine

06/24/2010 Vanessa G. 2 comments
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Birds of Prey #2: White Witch, Crazy Bitch

06/16/2010 Vanessa G. 6 comments

The million dollar question: Who is White Canary!? Well, we still don’t know. It’s okay though, this issue was excellent.

Jumping right back into the action from issue #1, Black Canary and Huntress face off with White Canary who is serving the Birds some serious whoop ass. Black Canary manages to get a few licks in. Maybe a few licks too many as she responds emotionally to what seems to be some major hater vibes coming off of this new enemy.

Hell hath no fury like a Canary scorned.

Back up comes not a second too soon in the form of Hawk, Dove and Zinda. White Canary immediately launches Hawk into a brick wall, and makes him bleed. Apparently that’s kind of a big deal. Meanwhile, Oracle is watching as Black Canary is being framed as a murderer on live TV, and not a minute later, major law enforcement shows up to the scene in the alley to arrest Dinah. Being arrested was so not on the agenda.

THIS is Gail's Black Canary

Things go from bad to worse. Upon realizing that they’ve been thoroughly set up, Dinah points the finger at White Canary. Her response: “One of you will die every hour for the next six hours. You choose. Or I will.” Cut to Oracle getting a com from an inconsolable Creote. They were attacked by a woman because of their affiliation with the Birds, and now Savant is dead. Creote is devastated, and kills himself while Oracle is listening.

It's never good when Russian bodyguards start snotting themselves.

Back in the alley, the whole crew happens upon a TV set up for their viewing pleasure. The Action 8 news is on with “breaking coverage” of Black Canary’s messy breakup with Ollie, a wildly distorted version of her almost adoption of Sin, and her identity. Dinah is brought to her knees while White Canary watches from a rooftop above.

Even after all THAT, the high impact moment of the issue is at the end. Oracle realizes that she’s become complacent over the past five years, letting the machines do her work. Whoever this enemy is, s/he is using the grid against the Birds. Oracle dries her tears and reminds herself that SHE IS THE GRID, it exists because she allows it to, and she enacts what can only be the ultimate cyber command “Data Womb Code, Omniscient.” I’m pretty sure that means “IT’S ON!”

The art was fantastic, Ed Benes and Adriana Melo are beyond belief talented. Both artists have a lushness to their pencils – expressive eyes and pillowy lips. Still, their respective styles have some distinct differences. It is quite obvious where Ed’s pencils end and Adriana’s start. REEEMIIIX! Melo makes up for the abrupt shift in art with her up-close face panels and the beautiful splash page of Oracle.

Major props to Gail for immediately addressing some continuity issues that were created after she left the book, like the huge, gaping hot-mess that was the Sin story arc. And I’ve always loved Creote and Savant, but the characters fell to the wayside without Gail’s pen. It’s sad that they met their end, but it’s a memorable scene that tied that loose end right on up. It reminds me that Gail loves these characters as much, if not more, than the fans do. I am certain she will keep on serving up excellence in the form of Birds of Prey for as long as they let her. At least we hope so.

Birds of Prey #2
Writer: Gail Simone
Pencillers: Ed Benes & Adriana Melo
Inkers: Ed Benes & Mariah Benes
Colors: Nei Ruffino
DC
Released: June 16, 2010

Donald Glover for Spider-Man!

06/13/2010 E. Peterman 9 comments

No joke. We can see it.

The hilarious NBC sitcom “Community” is on a short list of things we love as much as reading comic books. So cast member Donald Glover — aka junior college jock, Troy — had G3 at biblioteca when he began campaigning for the Peter Parker role in the forthcoming “Spider-Man” film reboot. Glover is a gem on a show filled with them, and the studio would be smart to take his interest seriously. The fact that he’s African American isn’t an obstacle — it’s an opportunity to breathe new life into a movie franchise that’s grown a little tired. Here’s why putting Glover in red and blue tights makes perfect sense:

Filmgoers need a reason to care.
The last movie in the Tobey Maguire-led trilogy was released just three years ago, so when news of a reboot began circling a few months ago, even hardcore geeks were asking, “Why?” Spider-Man hasn’t been gone long enough for us to miss him, and there’s a big cloud of been-there-done-that hanging over this idea. Casting someone unexpected — like a nonwhite actor — would certainly heighten filmgoers’ interest, and you could do worse than a guy on a critically acclaimed TV show.

Glover’s a good actor.
When you can hold your own in a scene with Chevy Chase, you’re obviously doing something right. Comedic acting is harder than it looks, and Glover’s take on Troy, a less-than-brilliant former high school football star, is endearing and frequently LOL funny. He’s handsome but accessible in that boy-next-door way, and Glover could easily amp up the intelligence to play reluctant superhero Peter Parker. He’d be awfully cute in glasses, not to mention the suit.

Spidey is familiar enough to re-imagine.
With three very recent live-action movies on DVD shelves, Spider-Man is well known to the general public — so familiar that taking him in a direction shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Besides …

Kids don’t care that much.
On an Around Comics podcast several months ago, one of the panelists mentioned that his nephew, who is white, had this reaction to Ryan Reynolds’ casting as Green Lantern: “Green Lantern’s white now? Aw, man.” This kid had grown up on the Justice League Cartoon Network series, in which the resident Green Lantern is a black man, John Stewart. I could be wrong, but the racial freak-outs — at least as far as entertainment goes — seem to be more of an adult specialty.

Peter is an outsider.
Peter Parker’s origin story is full of teen-outsider angst, and take it from me: Few things are more ‘outside’ than a black, adolescent geek. Glover could take that aspect of Parker’s life in a whole ’nother direction.

While we’re on this topic, can the filmmakers please cast a better Mary Jane this time around? It would be cool for the studio to cast a talented, non-white performer in that role, too, but that (unfortunately) might be asking too much. If so, I hereby nominate cute-as-a-button Alison Brie, another fabulous “Community” cast member. She and Glover have such good chemistry, and in her recurring role on “Mad Men,” she’s proven that she can do drama as well as comedy. Bring on the Clairol #44 red hair coloring, and it’s a wrap. Hollywood, you’re welcome!

Friday Favorite: Tim Drake Wayne

06/11/2010 E. Peterman 7 comments

Despite the fact that they all run around in silly costumes, some caped characters get more respect than others. If you say you’re a Batman fan, even his harshest geek critics won’t make fun of you, at least to your face. But saying that Robin is one of your favorites leads to snickering and the occasional joke about inappropriate pixie boot fetishes.

Um, ew. And whatever. Tim Drake Wayne  —Robin III and the current Red Robin — is my ace, and I’m totally OK with that.

Boy-band hair!

As far as I’m concerned, Tim is one of the coolest teen heroes this side of Ultimate Universe Peter Parker. Unlike his predecessors, or even his successor, Damian, Tim wanted the Robin job, and he earned it through sheer tenacity and top-notch detective work. Even Batman had to give the boy his props, which is not exactly easy for him. Until his real father was killed in Identity Crisis, Tim had a somewhat normal home life, something all but nonexistent in the Bat Universe. I’m still upset about that plot development, but I don’t have Brad Meltzer’s telephone number.

Anyway, it was Geoff Johns’ Teen Titans run that really made me a Tim Drake fan. Guarded but thoroughly badass, Tim emerged as a natural leader in a group of occasionally whiny, me-so-angsty teens. He stood out by simply not being annoying, but he also put to those pixie boot jokes to rest. Tim went toe-to-toe with Deathstroke (Slade Wilson), sliced him with a custom “R” shuriken, and then talked a little smack:

Slade: “Vicious.”
Tim: “When I have to be.”

While sneaking out of Titans Tower against Starfire’s orders, he put that whole sidekick thing in perspective.

Cassie Sandsmark (Wonder Girl): “Wait a second. You just lied to Starfire?”
Tim: “I lie to Batman.”

But my favorite Tim moment was in an exchange with his best friend, Superboy (Conner Kent). Sensitive about being a Superman/Lex Luthor mashup, Conner accused Tim of being “just like Batman” when he secretly took a piece of his hair for lab testing. Eventually, Conner had to eat those words, admitting, “I was wrong. You’re nothing like Batman.”

Tim: “I’m nothing like anybody.”

Damn straight. My friend Shag teases me about being the only person on Earth who’s reading Red Robin, but the naysayers are missing a truly interesting story about a likable hero — one who has been trained by the best, but gets things done his way. My daughter pointed out that Tim resembles Joe Jonas, which, from her point of view, is awesome.

Even in a ridiculous story (I’m looking at you, Battle for the Cowl), no one on the corner has swagger like Tim. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

G3 Review: Secret Six #22

Cover art by Dan LuVisi

Secret Six #22

Writer: Gail Simone
Artist: J. Calafiore
DC
Released: June 9, 2010

The comics that I deem “good” are the ones that really tug my emotions or shock the shit out of me. The final installment of the Secret Six “Cats in the Cradle” story arc was a full on jaw-dropper, kids. If you haven’t been reading, you need to grab the trade. I went back to issue #19 and read straight through. This story is intense, fast-paced and clever, and it will make you say, “Oh. My. God.” J. Calafiore’s art style works well for the characters, and his backgrounds add great dimension to the story. Jason Wright’s dark colors are a constant reminder that this ain’t the damn Justice League. Not that you’ll need to be reminded.

The issue takes us right back to Alice being possessed by the demon Estrogan on some ultra PMS rampage, picking a fight with Scandal … over Ragdoll. It’s kinda ridiculous. OK, it’s really ridiculous. Black Alice’s inception in Birds of Prey was so interesting and ripe with potential, but it just has not come to fruition. Or maybe, five years later, I just have a much lower tolerance for bratty teenagers. That’s certainly why Wonder Girl grinds my nerves. Whatever the case, her catfight with Scandal is mildly amusing, only because of Deadshot’s ambivalent spectator commentary.

While Gail is the queen of witty banter, and there is plenty in this scene; I just wanted more from Alice. She eventually gains control of her magic and immediately begins snotting herself. I rolled my eyes at Alice’s “emotional” revelation that she probably gave her father cancer by magic, but was pleased with her moment of maturity when she enlightened the “adults” on Catman’s state of mind.

Speaking of Catman’s state of mind, “Holy what the fucking shit!?!” as someone so eloquently put it on Twitter. I’m usually all for the major spoilage, but not this time, homies. You gotta see that mess for yo’ self. Cheshire’s homicidal, maniacal tendencies have caused one hell of a butterfly effect. Gail took it there.

Now, the question is: Where on Earth will she go next? I hope Alice has gone to master her “skills” or grow up or something, but she seems to be exiting scene. Cheshire is 38-hot to say the least, so will Jade finally get some screen time at Gail’s hand? Catman has blazed past the point of no return. The Usual Suspects – Scandal, Doll, and Deadshot are left to pick up the up the body parts. How is THAT confrontation gonna go? Let’s not forget; last time we saw Bane & Jeanette, they were merc’n with the likes of Dwarfstar, Giganta, Lady Vic, and King Shark. It’s a big bowl of “Holy what the fucking shit!?!” soup.

Whatever tumult is in store for the Six, it is apparently time to get off the teat, son.

Friday Favorite: Ragdoll

06/03/2010 Vanessa G. 1 comment

It’s no secret that the ladies of G3 love Secret Six. A key ingredient to the Six’s magic is the loopy shit that Ragdoll says. His complete lack of morals and lunatic perception makes him dangerous in a fight, especially while ridiculous, distracting things are coming out of his mouth. He’s always good for a ROFLcopter. And you gotta have respect for the er … guy who appreciates the fabulousness of Wonder Woman’s boots! Here are some of our favorite panels and quotes from our freak of the week.

“If I’d known we might die, I would have done something filthy enough to shame the heavens as my last act.”

“I make it a rule to believe every ridiculous thing that comes out of a beautiful woman’s mouth.”

“Ack! It’s the All-Dead Atom! He’s the flying fetus of doom!”

“I’ve asked to be buried in a vat of taffy. Cinnamon, or Lemon-Lime.”

Ragdoll: “Oh, dear, not slavers! Why, that’s almost nearly the sort of kind of barely a little bit about half as bad as the murderers and despots we normally work for! And here I thought I’d had my scruples removed already.”
Scandal: “I believe that was your testicles, Mr. Merkel.”
Ragdoll: “Best decision I ever made, nasty little prunes they were, too!”

*Dragging an unconscious Wonder Woman along by her leg*
“Oh, it’s Santa Ragdoll, bringing stocking stuffers for those heterosexuals with enormous feet. Who ordered a busty meatloaf?”

Stimulate Your Boredom

06/02/2010 Vanessa G. 5 comments

Nothing makes me tingle in my star-spangled panties quite like being asked, “I’m new to comic books. What would you recommend?” It confirms that my hours of reading comics and writing about them are not in vain. Thus, I’m sending an über grateful shout-out to my satirically superior home-slice Dana over at StimulatedBoredom.com.

Stimulated Boredom is a weekly Internet radio show where Dana talks about movies, music, politics, social issues, history, and whatever else he can think of. He does it well, and is a geek in his own right.

Dana recently showed some major love to G3 on on the show, and on his website. I had the pleasure of writing a guest article, as well as being a catalyst for Dana’s journey into the comic book world. His “newbie” experience at a Local Comic Shop (LCS) is wildly entertaining, and he talks about it on the “Geeks Rule” segment of this week’s show. Give it a listen.

http://stimulatedboredom.com/listen-now/

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Comic Judgment: Highs and Lows

The Return of Bruce Wayne #2 (of 6)
Writer: Grant Morrison
Artist: Frazier Irving
Covers: Andy Kubert and Frazier Irving

Is there any reason DC can’t reboot the Dark Knight as a swashbuckling time-traveler with a case of amnesia? In this second installment of Grant Morrison’s series, Bruce Wayne is edgier, sexier and more mysterious in a 17th Century Puritan getup than in his modern-day cowl. The caveman-themed first issue was fine, but all of Morrison’s Weird Epic flourishes are finally in full effect here. Casting Bruce as a detective in witch trials-era Gotham City is a brilliant move, and from the very first panel, Frazier Irving’s gorgeous art gives the whole thing an appropriately cinematic feel. (Spoilers ahead.)

Known to the pre-colonial Gotham dwellers as Brother Mordecai, Bruce rankles the local witch-hunters by using logic to solve crimes instead of superstition. After a widow blames her husband’s demise on the devil, Bruce quickly concludes that the woman dispatched her spouse with a iron soup ladle. He also later blasts the locals for labeling the woman a witch, and using that as an excuse for water torture. It’s a powerful sequence, one that ends with Bruce going off on his chief critic, Brother Malleus: “I save my fire for foes who’ve earned it. Not widow-women who were most likely beaten by their good Christian husbands until they could bear no more.”

This does not go over well. It doesn’t help that Bruce is involved with Annie, a ferret-loving free spirit who is suspected of practicing witchcraft. Meanwhile, Superman, Booster Gold (feat. Skeets), Green Lantern and Rip Hunter are trying to follow Bruce’s trail through time. I’m not going to pretend that I understand anything that happens in this part of the comic, which involves an encounter with a 64th-Century “biorganic archivist” with a heck of a secret identity. He’s all “anti-entropy aegis” this and “cosmic loom” that. Whatever. I love the way Irving illustrates the four heroes, particularly his vaguely emo take on Superman. Thumbs way up, gentlemen.

Justice League: The Rise of Arsenal #3
Writer: J.T. Krul
Pencils: Geraldo Borges, Kevin Sharpe and Sergio Arino
Inks: Mario Alquiza and John Dell
Cover: Greg Horn

So much for the "rise" of Arsenal!

How do you know a book is bad? When your LCS owner — the dude who makes a living selling people comics — says, “After you read this, go ahead and send me an e-mail and tell me you’re canceling it.”

Three issues in, The Rise of Arsenal has gone from being bad in a somewhat amusing way to bad in an “I’m pissed that I spent $3.99 on this shit” way. It has taken a potentially poignant story — hero loses a child, a limb and his purpose — and turned it into a series of mind-numbing cliches. First, we see Red Arrow and Cheshire working through their anger over their daughter’s death by body-slamming each other. Despite being armed with only a stapler(!) and an extension cord, Roy manages to best his former squeeze, who is only a freaking trained assassin. No sooner than you can say, “Surely, this won’t lead to grief sex,” they’re up against a wall. Yes, for real. Only Roy can’t perform because he’s, you know, grieving.

Our hero ends up in rehab after a reunion with heroin, but I defy you to care after the onslaught of nonsense and unappealing art. Greg Horn’s cover sure is nice, but that’s all I’ve got.

Roy, I think we’re done here.

Black Alice v. X-23

05/26/2010 Vanessa G. 7 comments

I don’t roam into the Marvel Universe very often. I happen to really like X-Force, especially X-23. For a while now, I have been trying to think of someone who could hold their own against her. Then the mash-up came to me, Black Alice versus X-23!

Black Alice is wildly powerful with magic. She can gank the powers of any magical being that she’s laid eyes on including the likes of the Spectre and Wonder Woman. She has also proven to be naive and immature, often succumbing to emotionally-driven bad decisions.

X-23 is an expert martial artist who will kill you. I think she could own Lady Shiva. X-23′s heightened senses, healing factor, and pure skill might just give Black Alice one hell of a fight.

What say you?

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