So one of the best selling independent comic books returns! There must be a market for this product and I hope they’re happy its back, but I still don’t get it. Why do people buy Liefeld’s work?
Who wants to read about characters like Golden Stream and Honey Badger? Who wants to see so many mouths agape? Why do people care about the most painfully derivative concept they can get their hands on? It boggles my mind even more now than it did in the 90’s.
It’s so banal it’s difficult for my brain to retain it, and I’ve read it twice. It’s self deprecating to a fault, like that will make it ok. I could go on, but I feel like I’m picking on retarded kids in the special olympics.
Liefeld has been “drawing” for 20+ years. Why does he still suck so bad? Sure there’s been some improvement, but not much. What’s intrigues me even more is why do guys like the Kuberts, Portacio, and Lee escape scorn for being on a par with Liefeld?
Maybe that’s why Liefeld has a career, his deficiencies make mediocre artists look good. Maybe fans think there’s hope for them to achieve their dreams because a suckwad like Liefeld gets work? It’s a real mystery of the ages.
Final score - 2/10
Batman Incorporated #1
My least favorite writer and my least favorite character! This should be fun...
Somebody’s been in the archives again. Bruce Wayne, under arrest for suspicion of murder, again! This will be the third time for the buff billionaire, am I supposed to be worried?
Then the story unfolds, a new gang is in town and B&R are on the case. Oh but there’s a wild card this time in Goat Boy! Oh no, hipsters are referencing Bill Hicks’ old stand up routines, is nothing sacred?
So the minute the chase enters the abattoir, two things happen. First I gird my loins for the impending moral enlightenment, and second, I get hungry. I could go for a steak, or maybe a nice roast tomorrow. Back to the story, and how luck defines us. It certainly defines Batman comics, that motherfucker has been relying on bad aim and good luck for 70 years.
Robin is Stewie Griffin, and the only thing more annoying than girl power is child power. Power is Mass times Speed, and kids don’t have either. Damian is about as physically intimidating as Jaden Smith, and even less believable. Goat Boy seems formidable enough with all his planning and organizational skills, too bad he can’t silence his uncharacteristic internal dialogue long enough to just take the FUCKING shot.
For a common taxi driving turned rocket rifle wielding thug, he sure talks like a comic book writer describing a comic book. Morrison’s dialogue never ceases to amuse. Then finally, after another convenient miss of Batman’s pink fleshy jaw, our villain hits the mark and Robin is dead!
That’s right, a Robin has died! Never before in the anals of DC comics comics has a Robin fallen in action. What a cliffhanger, how will it all end?
Every time I read a Batman comic one idea runs through my head. Castling!
Thank Zod comic books are a visual medium, Chris Burnham’s work is gorgeous. It’s not often that the clone surpasses the source, but I think I actually prefer his work to Quietly’s. His design is pleasing, but even more importantly it’s very consistent.
Burnham’s sequential storytelling is excellent. The story unfolds effortlessly and the action is well defined. I would buy this title regularly if it were about another character, or if Morrison wasn’t writing it.
Final score - 6/10