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one eyed monster online It will surprise no one that Grant Morrison has produced the most paradoxical comic of the week. How can a book that clearly opens the fourth act of the writer’s epic Batman story cry out for the tag ‘NEW’ to be placed in the corner of the cover? Brazenly ignoring both the extremely good Final Crisis tie-in and the extremely poor two-issue arc from Neil Gaiman, Domino Effect clearly picks up where Batman RIP left off, with Dick Grayson clutching the discarded cape. This time, however, the writer has brought the big guns to bear. Given that the words ‘Morrison’ and ‘Quitely’ appearing on the cover of a comic have become the shorthand for ‘redefinition of medium in progress’, the first surprise is that it’s taken so long for the writer’s favourite collaborator to find his way to Gotham City.

At first, the disappointment is shocking. While the sequence in which the new pop-art Batmobile is put through its paces is not without its strengths, DC has trailed the art to death over the last few months, and the issue suffers from such a familiar opening. Things soon begin to pick up however, as it becomes clear just how heavily the “future” shown in Batman #666 is influencing events. Dick is operating from a familiar looking skyscraper, and the arrival of the previously referred-to Professor Pyg suggests that the barely glimpsed rogues’ gallery that the Damien Batman encountered will make a more permanent incursion into the book. In the midst of some perfectly pitched characterisation, Morrison clearly revels in having finally shaped the core scenario of the franchise perfectly to his tastes. Tim Drake always felt like a pointless legacy inclusion in his run, and the Dick/Damien interplay more than validates the promotions that both characters have been given. There’s little to complain about, aside from the ‘Batman: Reborn’ branding on the book. (It’s getting to the point where if Morrison writes a single issue in which Dick Grayson decides to put his feet up for once, then DC will slap ‘Batman’s Day Off’ banners across the entire line.)

There are two differing intellectually credible viewpoints to hold about Frank Quitely’s art: you can admire the artist’s work because of his unique style, or in spite of it. I fall into the latter camp. While his ability to capture motion is second to none and his storytelling superb, his over-detailing of flesh is just as much a distortion of the human form as the tiny ankles that Rob Liefield bestows on his creations. Based on early images, I wasn’t optimistic, as Quitely’s return to traditional pencilling from the computer-aided All Star Superman appeared to have brought out some bad habits. The turnip-headed Damien on the cover in particular seemed to bode ill. This view is partially justified, with the scratchy motion lines of the opening sequence in dire need of the details backgrounds that have always defined the bat-books. In the book’s quieter moments, however, Quitely’s work is a revelation. The realism in his depiction of Damien during the ‘Batbasement’ scene is magnificent, and easily the man’s best work since WE3. The idea that this newfound clarity in the artist’s depiction of people could be combined with the keneticism of his action sequences is mouth-watering.

Having truly taken possession of the franchise, Morrison offers the reader a thrilling ride, perfectly blending homages to the perceived tone of the Adam West TV series with moments of real horror. A bewitching achievement.phantasm divx movie online

Given that the run that made Animal Man famous – Grant Morrison’s 26-issue work of genius, in case you didn’t know – was one of the most forward-thinking and challenging comics of its era, it’s perhaps slightly surprising to see the character’s first solo series since the Vertigo title creaked a slow, drawn-out death rattle at the hands of Jerry Prosser be such an old-fashioned piece of work. From regressing the character back to his standard “guy with animal powers” setup (admittedly the DCU had already done this, but in 52, Morrison and co were able to throw in nods to the metafictional position he once occupied), to the plot being a fairly straightforward set-in-the-future “once-great hero starts to lose his powers tale”, and in having the writing duties taken care of by Gerry Conway (who, along with Marv Wolfman and Roger Stern, is a nice name to see getting work nowadays courtesy of the memories of great ’70s and ’80s work evoked, but who never really seems to roll with the times and produce anything in keeping with current trends and storytelling style), it’s about as backwards-looking a comic as I’ve seen for a while.

Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that, and it’s not like this is a particularly bad story, either. It’s solid, and there’s always room for a decent exploration of what happens to superheroes after the years we tend to read about. The only thing that I’m left wondering is just why this had to be Animal Man – from the Brian Bolland cover, to still insisting on having him wear that jacket, this feels like it’s trying to evoke the Morrison run. And I’m not sure it should be, because beyond superficialities it doesn’t really share anything in common. This itself then raises the further question of whether or not Buddy is a character for whom we feel affection (and I’d consider myself a “fan”) just because of who he is and what he’s like, or specifically because of the stories that were once told with him. Simply put, if it’s not Morrison’s version and Morrison’s stories (or hell, even Delano’s stories, if you happened to be a fan of that rather strange and self-indulgent period), then do we care at all?

I suppose Buddy has traditionally (or, again, at least since Morrison) been used to explore the effects of superheroism on family life – and so that does make him a candidate for this type of story if the focus is indeed on his relationship with Ellen, Cliff and Maxine. But that’s actually one of the least satisfying aspects of the issue – the kids, “grown up”, are nowhere to be seen, and Ellen is barely recognisable (right down to having an entirely different job and dressing in business suits) as the character from the original series. There’s a slight level of intrigue over a newly-created villain (although it’s not like Buddy ever really had any arch-enemies to dredge up) who appears cliched and uninteresting on first appearance, but who’s given a story-based level of mystery later on that you hope will have some kind of significance.

Really, though, this doesn’t jump out as anything other than a passable comic, well-made but lacking in any sort of spark. For the nostalgia value of the character it’ll appeal to Buddy’s fans to some extent (and for that reason, I’m someone who’ll keep reading), but you’d hope for something that would suggest that it’s not just a generic story idea that’s been grafted onto Animal Man for the sake of selling a few extra issues to Morrison fans.

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You can tell a lot about a comic by how it tends to handle the issue of “characters who you know should be swearing talking in a book or imprint that doesn’t allow swearing”. For the most part, intelligent writers are capable of simply working around it – or, in the odd case, they have a bit of fun with it, such as Garth Ennis’ use of “motherlovin’” in Hitman free seed movie download speed download free , or Warren Ellis’ Nextwave giving a character an unguessably-obscene name. And then you get comics such as Jeph Loeb’s Hulk that somehow think it’s big and clever to shoehorn vast amounts of poorly-disguised swearing into a title for which it’s simply not appropriate. I should point out that I have absolutely no problem with a good swear (quite the opposite, in fact) – simply with the lack of respect shown for the publisher and the reader when filling a non-Vertigo (or equivalent) book with the stuff. And it happens to such an extent in Killapalooza that it starts to feel exemplary of a fundamental deficiency of any sort of imagination or intelligence. And what do you know? That proves to be exactly what it is.

Because as an exercise in missing the point entirely, this is the strongest example I’ve seen in comics for some time. Okay, so it’s supposed to be a big, dumb, over-the-top, high-concept violent action title. I get that. A market for such things exists, and if done well, they can be enjoyable and entertaining comics. But not everybody is Mark Millar (hell, a lot of the time even Mark Millar isn’t Mark Millar), and if you’re going to do this sort of thing, there’s got to be some level of wit behind it. And being smart-arsed and thinking you’re funny isn’t the same as wit. So it’s not even as if I have a problem with the book’s premise – more that it’s so relentlessly stupid download aenigma that the book’s premise is even spelled out in dialogue dadnapped free by one of the characters. Or that said premise – not, inherently, a bad high-concept hook – is justified with the most flimsy of rationales (and in the shape of “Your boozing, bingeing and whoring tabs have always been bigger than the US deficit”, one of the worst lines of dialogue I’ve read in some time). Or that all the characters are unlikeable arseholes, but without even the faintest glimmer of cocky charm that can make unlikeable arseholes worth reading about.

There’s just… there’s no point to this. It glorifies in violence and fake-swearing and talk of shagging and outdated references to goths (oh, and while we’re at it – “Genghis Audrey”? OH VERY CLEVER I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE) and emo bands, but forgets that for a comic (or indeed any form of fiction) to be compelling, it needs either a point or a plot. It’s an action book without any action (beyond a cliched and juddering opening sequence that lasts all of a couple of pages), and a satire without any jokes. The level of sloppiness on show even extends to nicking Phonogram krippendorf s tribe divx ’s gag of crediting the writer and artist as “Lyrics” and “Music” before failing to extend the metaphor properly and simply crediting others as “Letters” and “Colors”. Oh, and while this is a more general personal gripe based on the difference between American and British English, I find it hard to get behind a book that uses singular verbs when referring to bands (”The Clap is officially dead…”).

Coupled with art by Trevor Hairsine that is both horrendously ill-suited to the attempted style on display and which looks like it’s been knocked out in a lunch break (I’m not the artist’s biggest fan, but he’s capable of solid work, and if you compare this to the work he did on Wisdom it’s frankly laughable), and some incredibly unclear storytelling, the overall feel is of a shoddy package, bashed out in order to grab some of the market that’s swarmed over the zany OTT likes of Kick-Ass and Wanted but which seems happy to revel in being quite insultingly knuckle-headed. It’s hard to see who it’s meant to appeal to – the satire is so unsubtle, and has been done so often before, that it can’t appeal to people looking for good satire; and it stops so far short of being entertainingly shlock-violent that it’ll never grab the Millar/Ennis fans – and frankly, when a book tells you in its first panel that some dialogue is “Translated from a language you don’t speak or read, so shut up”, it gives such an immediate sense of the level of respect the thing’s affording you that you might as well give it the same and ignore it entirely.

If there are two things we’ve had too many of in comics recently, it’s Final Crisis tie-ins (the thing ended bloody months best man the divx movie online ago, folks) and comics about supervillains. So this one was on a bit of a hiding to nothing, really. Still, it’s a mildly intriguing concept, and Sturges turned in solid – if unspectacular – work during the dying throes of Blue Beetle, so it seemed at least worth a look.

I have to say, though, that I’m not really sure what it’s trying to do. There have been a few series over recent years – Salvation Run, Secret Six sherrybaby download free and anything featuring the Flash’s “Rogues” come to mind – that have attempted to imbue villainnous characters with some level of sympathy, and despite the fact that it features the killer of the Martian Manhunter, his position as something of a lame, bargain-basement villain suggested that Run! might do the same. Unfortunately, it woefully misjudges how to actually pitch the whole baddie-as-lead-character concept.

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Because while Mike “Human Flame” Miller is undoubtedly something of a loser-villain, he fails spectacularly to inspire the sort of empathy required by such a character type by virtue of being… well, a complete and utter shit, frankly. There are absolutely no character traits to him that make him worthy of carrying his own series – he’s completely vile and self-serving, without even being in any way charming, or showing the sheer ballsy callousness that makes, for example, the Thunderbolts worth reading about. The opening, in which an awakening from a coma causes the instinctive reaction of punching out a nurse, sets the tone – as Miller brushes off the event with “I’m sure she had it coming”. This isn’t the deliciously dark amorality of, say, Diggle’s Dark Reign : Hawkeye. This is just someone you want to punch – especially when he cons his way into his wife’s house with promises of a renewed happy family life before tying her to a chair while he digs out his old costume.

And furthermore, Sturges blurs matters by not locking down whether Miller is supposed to be the loser he’s always been portrayed as, or a genuine “badass”. He successfully muscles in on a drug deal, triumphs in a burger bar shootout (also managing to fry some poor bugger in a giant sheep’s costume), and while the events of the closing pages attempt to address this, they don’t really succeed when held alongside the violent, murderous actions of the first half of the issue. This confusion over tone spreads to the choice of artist, as Freddie Williams – better known for cartoony action renditions of teen characters – is called upon to portray a snarling, tubby, hairy (as shown, incidentally, to unnecessary extent in the early hospital escape scene) bad guy on a flame-driven rampage. He doesn’t do it badly, but it never feels quite right – but then, nor does the fact that some five years after Jason Rusch’s introduction, some people still insist on drawing/colouring Firestorm as a white guy.

For a series built around its lead character being on the run, this shows a remarkable lack of dramatic tension – and the reason is clear. You can’t get involved in a “chase” story if you’re actively willing the hunted to be caught – and Miller is such an unpleasant, unappealing character that if the issue had ended with the twist of his being killed off and a different participant taking up the lead, I would honestly be looking forward to the second issue more. There’s nothing really wrong with it on any technical level – it simply struggles to convince us why we should be interested in this story.

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The second part of Neil Gaiman’s brief foray into Gotham certainly delivers conceptually, but the implementation of his light-bulb moment leaves a little to be desired. You can’t quibble with the level of thought that’s gone into this companion to Alan Moore’s Superman classic, but it regrettably feels a little artificial, due to the on-the-nose delivery of the central conceit.

Even before the arrival of the demonic medic, there was always something rather biblical about Grant Morrison’s run on Batman. Within the space of a few issues, Bruce Wayne faced an unwelcome prodigal son and had been smitten by an alluring Jezebel. All the talk of transcendental meditation couldn’t disguise the writer’s examination of whether Batman would fit into a Christian perspective. Gaiman takes this theme and provides a very different viewpoint, with the second part of ‘Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader?‘ presenting a strongly Buddhist conception of the Dark Knight. The central conclusion is a truly brilliant one, arguing that Bruce Wayne’s actions are so perfectly balanced in terms of karma that the only possible next life for him is to be reborn as himself. The genius of this idea comes from the resonance it has with the dozens of retellings of Batman’s origin story that there have been over the years. More than any other superhero, Wayne is integrally tied to his past, and Gaiman’s idea is a superb way of acknowledging this.

Unfortunately, what DC has published is precisely that: an idea, not a story. The dramatic device of Batman’s funeral is soon discarded, with little of the Planetary-esque flitting between conceptions of the Batman canon that characterised the opening segment. The writer is soon reduced to having a narrator actually telling the title character the message of the story, being unable to find a way to convey it through events. Gaiman has only done half the job here. He’s told a story about Batman, but not a Batman story, and it’s unlikely that the unique view he gives of the title character will persist in the absence of a memorable narrative to hang it on. It’s hard to think of a way in which the situation could be remedied and stay within the “two single issues” format- there’s no room for the bold statements that the late Mrs Wayne makes to have been rooted in the various deaths related to the reader during the funeral. By trying to imitate a classic too slavishly, DC has squandered the chance for another to be born.