Batman: Cacophony #1
by James Hunt ~ November 13th, 2008
The name “Kevin Smith” is bound to get a reaction from virtually any comics reader. Whether you love his work, or hate his tardyness, you can’t deny that he’s a polarising figure in the industry. After much-celebrated runs on Daredevil and Green Arrow, Smith seemed to bow out of comics after limping out the end of his Spider-Man/Black Cat miniseries, leaving Daredevil: Target entirely unfinished. A brief return to write a Clerks 2 tie-in aside, it seemed as though his comics career had come to an end.
So, when Batman: Cacophony was announced at a convention earlier this year accompanied by the presentation of 2 completed scripts, there was considerable surprise. Whether Smith’s star-power has dried up remains to be seen, but for some of us, Kevin Smith writing one of the industry’s biggest characters definitely warrants a look.
The series features a new villain of Smith’s own creation, and unfortunately, that’s the weakest element of the issue. The painfully-nomenclatured “Onomatopoieia” emulates the literary device of the same name, speaking in sound-effects, and otherwise, seems to act as a hired killer. His presence in the book is enigmatic, but uninteresting.
However, beyond that, the series actually looks quite entertaining. The joker features heavily - far more so than Batman, in this issue at least - and as you might expect, Smith really goes to town on the dialogue, cramming in enjoyable speeches for his (quite cartoonish) version of the villain, though every character has their moment.
The art comes from Smith’s longtime friend, Walt Flanagan. While this seems like a suspicious choice, when you hear it, it’s clear that Flanagan has the chops to succeed as a comic artist. He’s not as A-list as some of Smith’s previous collaborators, but he gets the job done in a fluid, cartoonish style which suits Smith’s Joker well, if not necessarily the rest of the characters. The only moment it really fails is when the script takes a fairly dark turn, and the art can’t really convey the twisted horror of the moment fully due to Flanagan’s limitations, but there’s definite potential here, and if the series shows anything it’s that he’s an artist with a future ahead of him.
While it has its high and low points, the appeal of Batman: Cacophony does ultimately rely on Smith himself. Divorced from Smith’s name, it becomes a fairly generic Batman story with some odd characteristics, and is really only elevated by its association with the movie-maker. For some, like me, that’ll mean you generally enjoy it. If you’re less interested in the cult of Kevin Smith, then you’ll probably find its weaker moments much harder to forgive.








Every Wednesday we take turns to delve into our trusty longboxes, pluck out a dusty back issue, and give you our thoughts. We’ll also try and place it in the context of the time it was originally published.
Brian Reed’s Ms. Marvel series recently became an unfortunate casualty of the global economic slowdown, as it became prudent to drop the title from my pull-list rather than endure a multi-issue arc about Carol’s past that I had no interest in. Still, it was an entertaining series for a while, and I’m still interested in both the character and Brian Reed’s writing, so when the opportunity came up to read a one-shot story which sequelises a nice little Ms. Marvel Special released a year or two ago, I gave it a go.
Over the years, there have been so many comics featuring Spider-Man, so many featuring the X-Men, and so many featuring both, that it’s hard to get hugely excited about yet another crossover miniseries. Certainly, at first glance, there’s little to make you suspect that X-Men/Spider-Man (can’t they come up with some more distinctive titles for these, by the way?) will be any different. Christos Gage at least comes up with a hook for it – four issues hopping between different eras in Marvel history – although even that feels a little tired nowadays, “retro” being one of the company’s favoured tropes right now (we’re barely past the end of 1985, after all).






