Whoa. Big, hectic, crazy comics week. It'll make choosing my newly christened "Reread Award Winner" all the more difficult. After all, in a week with such glorious comic riches, which comic could possibly be the best? Let's watch...
Oh, and duh. There's mad spoilers below. This isn't a review column.
Superman: Birthright #6
This right here is, I'm guessing because the only other Superman book I read is Batman/Superman (or is it Superman/Batman, the best Superman book you can buy these days. It's sort of a boiled down version of Clark's origin story told in modern times (You can tell because the Daily Planet is web-based! Whoa, daddy!). I guess if I watched Smallville, I'd call it a logical extension from that. But I don't. Buffy Full Of Kryptonite, as I have just now dubbed it, could not possibly hold less interest to me.
But we're not talking about the show, we're talking about the stupendous comic book, right? Well, Mark Waid is doing a fantastic job on his end. There's this moment where Superman does the most bad assest thing I've ever seen him do in a comic. He's actually hardcore, not some petulant weiner. So, top marks there.
And our old friend Leinil Francis Yu is in top form on this book. Just beautiful artwork here, filled with both detail and energy, probably the best work I've ever seen him do. Oh, and this is a perfect book to read if you want to see just how important Comicraft was to Marvel's good-lookingness. "Boiiiing!" (The sound of Marvel's pulled boner, obvs).
My Faith In Frankie #1
Here's a book I was thoroughly looking forward to that has ended up just a bit underwhelming. I picked up Sonny Liew's Malinky Robot and that was a nice fun piece. (Sonny Liew is drawing this book, see?) Unfortunately, one of the main protaganists looks exactly like ol' Malinky. "Boiiiing!" Plus, although Marc Hempel is listed as co-inker in the credits, there's very little trace of his awesomeness (except on the awesome cover) in the art. It's a fun read, and there's some great Weissman-esque interludes as well, which are always fun. I don't know, man, I liked it. I'll probably get the whole series, I mean why not, right? I do severely miss Marc Hempel though.
Supreme Power #6
This would make a great TV show.
Ha ha! I had to say it. Anyway, this is tight super-hero book, folks. It's setting up a gang of protagonists that are well-developed and completely incompatible. I can't wait to see what ridiculous threat forces them to join together to fight it, and then watch as they beat the crap out of each other. Nighthawk especially (Jim Valentino, are you reading this?) is your typical, "Grr, I don't take no shit offa you super-hero types! I kick ass! Snikt, byitch!" Gary Frank, also, has some nice moments when Jon Sibal can lay off the god damned Danny Miki look for like five seconds. The Blur, for example, is some fantastic work by Mr. Frank. Why, you can almost see him right in front of you...running...
Ultimate Spider-Man #52
Damn, can you believe how often this book comes out and how long it's been going on? Good lord. It's still a damned fine read, week in and week out. Bendis, as always, is King of the Little Details, like Spider-Man knowing that he's bleeding somewhere on his face, but he has no idea where. And Bagley's so well suited to this book, moreso than anything else he's been on before. Because I never really liked him before. Here? I love him.
New X-Men #151
Ah ha! I bet you thought you'd already read this book in Wizard, right? Sucka! There's a whole extra page, motherfucker! Boo ya!
So, how is this not this week's prize winner? Well, I won't say it wasn't close, because this just such an amazing read. Silvestri's art is so damned good in this book, even though it's taking mad hits in the "Online" "Comic Reading" "Community". Check out, if you will, Panel 2, Page 8. Just awesome panel construction there. Just mastery of Tom's posture. Just total owning of the detail in Rover's hands. Okay, so E.V.A. looks hella dodgy in that panel, but whatever. The Darkness is dead, long live Silvestri.
As far as this story goes, come on, you all know that "The Beast" is Apocalypse, right? I've heard some tastily hilarious theories the two best of which are:
a) He's the evil Age Of Apocalypse Beast (Ha!)
b) He's a bitter Hank McCoy (Ha! Ha!)
Come on, people, surely you realize that anyone with the power to breed Super-Crawlers with all of the X-Men's powers can figure out how to make himself look more biblically apocalyptic (You know, "The Beast", as in "Number Of The"). It's En Sabah Nur, folks. I'd bet my watch and warrant on it.
Final 151 Checklist:
- Rover And I? Badass.
- Nu Beak? Supra-Badass.
- Connection to modern day X-Men Scott and Emma? Quantum Levels Of Badassery.
Morrison is leaving the floor, not with a whimper, but with the best damned Fingerbang of your life.
So, what could be more huge, more revelatory, more mind blowing than this comic? What could possibly sweep its proverbial leg and come out on top this week? Duh.
Cerebus #298
Was there ever any doubt, people? This book right here, this is monumental. Right within these pages, the closing moments of the final book of the series are finally in motion, and whoo doggie are they worth the wait. My only other friend who reads Cerebus has fallen the fuck off and stopped reading it during the YooWhoo days. I'll let him remain anonymous because I don't want to see his readership drop but, hey, sucks for him. This is the best work Dave and Ger have ever done.
EVER.
Stunning backrounds by Ger? Check.
Beautiful line work, lettering, and just straight up and down cartooning by Dave? Double Check.
Hey Judge, what was that bullshit about "Unmourned and Unloved"? Stuff it, Sandman! Cerebus is going to go with probably the one person left in Estarcion who genuinely loves him, and their meeting, after all this set up, is remarkable. Totally low key, but every word they speak to each other is just rife with all the things they're not saying. Dave did a hell of a job setting up Shep Shep as a potential antagonist, but his interactions with his father are 800 times more genuine than the otherwise fantastic Big Fish.
Now comes the real question:
What's in the fucking box?
Cerebus #298, congratulations. Not only are you the most important book to come out this week, you're also the best. If any of you have since given up on Cerebus, like my hapless chum, bad on you. You are missing out on the best and biggest and beautifullest payoff in Comic Book History. But don't sweat it. You'll always have Phone Books.
(Oh, and super secret back cover bonus: The makers of Wrapped In Plastic will be spearheading Following Cerebus, a post-300 compendium, quite possibly monthly, if not just hella-frequently, with heavy input from Dave and Ger themselves. We're talking sketchbooks, writings, unseen material, and, oh yes, Aardvark Comment. Boo and Ya.)
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