Reviews and thoughts on some comics that don’t have controversial big budget movie adaptations in cinemas nationwide as I type. Yet.
Scott Pilgrim Vol. 5– I read most of this during my 90 minute break at work yesterday, proving that being a glorified babysitter for a school district has its benefits (if not health benefits). Normally, it would behoove me to finish the whole thing before reviewing it, but really; “c’mon, it’s Scott Pilgrim” just about covers it, don’t you think?
Still, I’ll overplay my hand. My favorite part of the book so far (beyond Scott recapping old X-Men plots to an indifferent Ramona) is probably how everyone pretty much ignores the fights in this volume, since they’ve become common place. I’m a little sad that this is the penultimate volume, but given the release schedule, I have some time before the final goodbye, at least.
Umbrella Academy: Dallas #4- As much as I enjoy this comic (not as much as My Chemical Romance’s song in the credits of Watchmen, though; Way really wrote a great tune there), it’s getting to the point where I have no real reaction to it other than “yep, that sure is the Umbrella Academy.” It’s still enjoyable and worth reading, but it’s not eliciting the kind of response that it did during the first series.
Well, at least it wasn’t until that cliffhanger. Scott Allie may have told me to leave a chat one time, but the man has a point; all comics really should end like that.
Secret Warriors #2- This continues to be the superspy comic I always wanted Marvel to publish but was too afraid to ask for. I was a little disappointed that the cliffhanger involved a character I was only vaguely familiar with being presented as an earth shattering reveal, but hey, I was one of the guys laughing at all the Final Crisis consternation. I can’t really get in to that spirit of things, because I’d feel like more of a goof than usual for typing feverishly about how nothing makes sense in this comic because I don’t know ever single character in its total backstory.
So that sucks. Rest of the issue was great, though. Hickman’s selling out continues to pay dividends!
Agents of Atlas #2- Should this book last beyond a year (and it damn well should!), it’s definitely going to be the kind of thing where you can’t say much about it beyond “it sure is very good,” I think. Which could make word of mouth a problem. I mean, it’s not like they put hyperbolic quotes from Chris Sims on covers of Jeff Parker written Marvel comics that start with a’s, do they?
Age of the Sentry #6- Hmm. I’ll be damned. It’s great that this will do more to bolster Sims’s profile than all of the links I’ve given him since
falling in passionate love with discovering his blog. Really. Seriously. I’m not bitter at all.
Jack Kirby’s Fourth World Omnibus Vol. 4- Yeah, so, after finishing off the Forever People (good riddance!) and the New Gods run with their final issues, this basically becomes a Mr. Miracle collection. That is a problem.
Not that I don’t like Scott Free; he’s my favorite fourth world character, actually, and his segements of the Fourth World saga are among my favorites (especially “Himon”). It’s just that I got used to the constant switching between multiple serials, so it’s hard to get used to so much continuous Scott and Barda. Well, that and the New Gods was getting really great before they pulled the plug there. Still don’t care for the Forever People, though; they never really came across as whole characters to me, especially Beautiful Dreamer. She’s like the anti-Barda. None of them (other than maybe Serifan) register as much more than stock characters. Or maybe I just really hate hippies, and the fact that Jack placed any faith in them to ever do anything. They did have a rad ride, though.
Not that I didn’t know the score ahead of time; I actually read all of Mark Evanier’s “post game” essays before I finished volume three. Those things were great. If only there were some repository for this sort of thing, published by and for Kirby aficionados. Oh well. I’ll just have to be content with these swank hardcovers, since there is no such thing as a profesionally done Jack Kirby fan magazine.
Dr. Doom and the Master of Evil #2- Nice to see that my policiy of buying any comics featuring the Circus of Crime can pay off. Even if I didn’t remember the cowboy guy at all. That was weird. I wasn’t crazy about the first issue of this unofficial Marvel Adventures series, but this one hit the mark. It’s possibly the best thing I’ve read by Paul Tobin yet.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 8 #23- Calling the last couple issues the best Buffy comics in months is praise so faint it barely registers. I have enjoyed them both a lot. This one had something to do with moving the overarching plot of the series forward a slight bit, which I know a lot of people seemed to want to see, so that was nice. I am enjoying these one off stories. It reflects the tone of the series more than episodes broken down in to arcs, I think. Really, I just like having more ongoings with self contained issues out there.
This issue scores extra points because Andrew’s dialogue makes me realize what going on road trips with me must be like, and makes it easier to understand why my best friend stopped commuting to college with me after one semester. And also stopped being my friend. We are good acquaintances, though! It’s not everday a media tie-in comic allows you to improve your self awareness, is what I’m trying to say. It’s right up there with that worldess GI Joe issue and the time the Transformers punched that other robot in achieving that for me.
Anyway, Eliza Dushku’s likeness takes time off from being in a show that people are watching (or tivoing, in my case) out of some twisted form of loyalty to appear next issue. She’s not bringing Brian K. Vaughan back with her, but I can still hope that things continue to trend back up to the level of quality established by the first couple of arcs. If nothing else, they seem to have Fray and Jeph Loeb out of their system, so that’s a good sign.
Incredible Hercules #126- I’m just going to go with “C’mon, it’s Incredible Herc” and call it an afternoon. Mostly because I’m guessing no one could possibly give a shit what I think of Neal Adams’s Deadman, Dini and Nguyen’s Detective, or Roy Thomas and Barry Smith’s Conan; talking about the insanity of Fletcher Hanks’s work in I Will Destory All Civilized Planets is played out (shame about him being an asshole, though); and there’s not language adequate enough to describe how awesome Dr. McNinja is. That covers all the comics I’ve read for two weeks that weren’t Watchmen, I wrote about that enough last goddam night.