To be honest, DC almost beat me to the ground with their insulting Catwoman / Red Hood and the Outlaws combo punch to my four-color inner faith, but the rest of the books for this week couldn’t be that bad, could they? Could they?!?
Well, thankfully, the answer is no. So in UPC order…
Supergirl #1 manages to be a pretty good start to the series but having said that it feels wafer thin. Supergirl crashes to Earth, fights a bunch of guys who are wearing armor and her cousin arrives on the scene. The End.
But as thin as the story was, it does manage to capture the confusion and fright that this young alien feels as she arrives on a strange planet and finds herself with all these amazing powers. Hopefully her origin has been well thought out, because in recent years Supergirl has had more reboots than the Legion of Super-Heroes. Hopefully this one will stick.
Ahh Wonder Woman. Ahhhh Cliff Chiang.
Writer Brian Azzarello does a great job of introducing Wonder Woman because he assumes, rightfully, that we know who she is. She’s tall, she’s an Amazon and she’s got some connections to the Greek Gods. Anything else (and anything that’s been changed, enhanced or modified) about the character doesn’t need to be established this issue because, as I said, she’s Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman #1 is a strange book because not only does it read better the second time, it almost demands a second reading. Azzarello expects the reader to keep up with the story and if you don’t know who the weird guy is on page one, well you can re-read the issue and it will all come together. And after comic after comic that spoon-feeds everything about the characters, his style is refreshing.
As for artist Cliff Chiang – his stuff is simply gorgeous. Some people aren’t huge fans of his art and I don’t know what they’re not seeing. The Wonder Woman he draws conveys compassion, power and strength. He even manages to make a nude Princess Diana appear majestic and powerful rather than the bimbo-ized and lobotomized cheesecake we had to endure with Catwoman and Starfire. Diana is nude in bed because she’s an Amazon; Catwoman has her breasts exploding from beneath her costume because the creators didn’t know what else to do with the character.
Wonder Woman and Batwoman don’t make up for the awfulness of Catwoman and Red Hood, but at least they have characters that are strong and intelligent rather than the awful wish-fulfillment fantasies of the latter two books. If Wonder Woman could now lose the ridiculous (and probably Jim Lee mandated) necklace/choker/WW thing around her neck – that would be a good thing.
DC Universe Presents #1 is the awkwardly named anthology series that will have mini-series after mini-series featuring a character not quite strong enough for their own on-going book. This issue presents Deadman and while there is some really good stuff going on, it fails in one aspect.
Boston Brand is back as Deadman and the issue explains what a wretched human being he was while he was alive and how he is given a chance to redeem himself. The part of the book that deals with him meeting with ‘god’ is powerful and moving as he is shown how his soul teeters on the edge, but there is an opportunity for him to redeem himself.
The problem is this: it’s never made clear what Deadman is doing now that he’s back and temporarily taking possession of the living’s bodies. The old series had Deadman trying to find his killer and then he would pop around the DC Universe as a guide or to help some hero out. Most recently he had a starring role in Brightest Day that had him alive and then dead again.
But now that he’s back to being just plain old hopping-from-body-to-body Deadman, we have no idea what purpose he has. This issue is just intriguing enough that I’m curious to see where it goes, but hopefully the next issue will show us where the character is heading. The concept of Deadman has always been great, but they need to show why the character matters, otherwise he’ll always remain a secondary, background hero.
Batman #1 is what a good Batman comic should be: a fight scene or two, some interaction with Alfred and the other cast members, a sense that Bruce Wayne is on the cutting edge of technology and that Batman is always twenty steps ahead of everyone else.
Scott Snyder proved that he could handle the character (even when it was only Dick Grayson) in Detective Comics and his transition (and graduation?) to Bruce Wayne is flawless.
The artwork by Greg Capullo is a bit of a mixed bag: utterly gorgeous at times (his depiction of the villains in Arkham and, later, a double-page spread of the Batcave are stunning with one being monstrous and the other feeling huge and isolated), but confusing at other times (the heights of Dick, Tim and Damian seem wildly out of proportion, and a mayoral candidate could be Bruce Wayne’s double if it wasn’t for a slightly different hairstyle and a difference in the ties they’re wearing).
But it’s a very promising start to the series. And, yes, this Batman once again has the police co-operating with him, which again makes me wonder what went wrong with Detective Comics. But since I’m quite happy to forget that comic, it makes the quality of Batman #1 even more enjoyable.
Birds of Prey #1 is, like a lot of the new DC books, filled to the brim with our heroes exposition-ing their way through the entire issue. The book serves as a nice introduction to Black Canary (who is obviously not married to Green Arrow anymore because he would look like a child next to her—but having said that, I shouldn’t give DC any ideas for their next spin of the wheel for the unlucky winner of “Who’s the next heroine we can turn into a busty, bra-breaking bimbo”?)
Unfortunately because the issue focuses so much on establishing a backstory for Black Canary, the other characters are left out in the cold and, for instance, there is no attempt to explain who this Starling character is. I’m sure if I read the previous books or if I searched around the internet I could find out, but the point of these books is to introduce and then pull new readers into the stories. There’s no mystery about Starling, she’s just never explained.
Put it this way: I’ll happily hop on-line to enrich my reading of a Grant Morrison book because that’s part of the reading experience with his works. But I don’t feel inclined to do so with Birds of Prey because I don’t think it will add anything to the story, it will just clarify something that the writer didn’t bother to explain.
And the final book of the UPC-guided week is Green Lantern Corps #1. And you can tell this book belongs in the Geoff Johns corner of the universe because a couple of Green Lanterns are slaughtered in the first three pages of the book: one character has her head cut off one character while the other is sliced in half.
There was once a time when the death of two members of the Corps, even two obscure Lanterns on the edge of nowhere, would be a cause for alarm and a signal would be sent across the galaxy for everyone to hunt down the killer.
But in this book the murders occur early in the story, and then the rest of the issue has Guy Gardner and John Stewart moaning about how tough it is for them to lead normal lives (a theme that was echoed by Hal Jordan in Green Lantern #1). It then isn’t until the last four pages of the book that anyone seems to care that someone is wiping out members of the Green Lantern Corps and the characters finally spring into action to find out what’s happened. All of this paced for the climatic, final page where the body count just mounts and mounts and mounts.
Under Geoff Johns’ guidance, the various Green Lantern books have become more and more morbid, as if there isn’t any drama in the story unless someone gets a hand sliced off or a Red Lantern is vomiting on someone or an entire planet is wiped out solely for the purpose of leaving the Green Lanterns a message. The books are teetering on the edge of becoming parodies of themselves as each death, slaughter or maiming has to top the one before it. And considering the fact that one of the books is populated with characters that puke red energy onto their victims, the slide towards utter and inescapable farce doesn’t seem that far away.
Since the various Green Lantern books are a cornerstone of the new DC (with four books being published), I’m not sure if self-parody is what they’re hoping to achieve, but I believe that they’re just a vomiting budgie away from being there.