Tuesday 25 March 2014

SLEEP-DEPRIVED COMIC-BOOK REVIEWS (3)



Tuesday’s over! Wednesday’s here! It’s time for SDCBR!


Cooke, Cooke, Cooke,
Cookability, that's the
 beauty of gaaaaas...
All-Star Western 29

I’ve bought this every damn month since September 2011. I bought every one of the 70 issues of the Jonah Hex series before that and I still can’t type the name Jonah without slowing down and doing it with one finger and then still getting it wrong.

When I picked up this issue to read it, a few pages got stuck together and it opened at an ad for a videogame. I couldn’t tell. Anyway: guest artist this month which is a bit of a wrench, both visually and emotionally as the usual Moritat pencils and inks are one of the main reasons for sticking with ASW. Writing’s a bit odd, there are narrative captions that keep changing tense so you’re never sure what’s happening or happened or will happen. Also, characters sometimes use contractions in speech and sometimes don’t, so there’s a disconnect as you try to reconcile the differing patterns.

And here’s a thing, a small thing but one that sticks in the mind and the craw: throughout this run, Hex has been drawn to resemble (on his good side) a youngish Clint Eastwood. Here, he’s more like a Thunderbirds puppet, or maybe Davy Jones out of The Monkees after a crash diet.

Very pretty cover, though, as is the case with most issues of ASW and of Jonah Hex before it: this month it’s by Darwyn Cooke who counts as One Who Can Do No Wrong, Not Even That Watchmen Thing in my book.



You do realise, I hope, that one of the small pleasures in my benighted life was to sit on a Sunday afternoon, full of good lunch, and to read a pile of comics, maybe two or three week’s worth. Nowadays I get in on a Tuesday, put a pizza in the oven and read what I’ve brought home straight away so as to share my forensic insight with you. Appreciate my sacrifice, mofo.



Silver Surfer 1

So looking forward to this. Great character who’s not been able to hold down his book for years, great creators. On the down side, Mike Allred seems to be a very binary taste (can you have binary taste?) in that some folk love him like I do, some can’t stand him  (</Lina Lamont>), at least not on ‘straight’ superhero stuff, and FF didn’t exactly set the shelves alight, did it?. Also, word from the shop punters is that the only Surfer that’s really worked is the original ‘Oh Woe Is Me I Am Alone’ Space Morrissey version, and the new try looks like it goes for a more Doctor Who vibe, what with there being a young companion along for the ride, and the ‘Anywhere and Everywhere’ tagline.  Dan Slott, though? Started me reading Spider-Man again after a twenty-year estrangement, and I loved his Great Lakes Avengers stuff. So, everything looking hunky dory from this viewpoint.  Here goes.

Ha! Doctor Who opening! FF 48 was twelve years ago! The two kids are named Eve and Dawn, probably because it would be dumb to call them Midday and ClosingTime. Allred draws pretty women. The Surfer looks a bit off. Can’t put my finger on why.

The Incredulous Zed. The Impossible Palace. Definite Doctor Who vibe going on here. Microsmic versus Macrocosmic. Trivial everyday concerns  - the thread count on sheets and Vegan catering -  versus the giant planetary fear of Galactus.

Ooh! Cabin In The Woods moment! I love Cabin In The Woods. It’s the eyes. That’s why the Surfer looks off, the eyes are a bit over-kohled.

The Never Queen. And a mysterious girl who is the most important person in the Universe.

Oh yeah. Definite Doctor Who vibe.

Back for the next issue? Ah, why not?




Superior Spider-Man 30

You know what? I don’t like Spider-Man 2099. I don’t like his costume, or his ridiculous expletives (‘Shocking’. ‘Bithead’. Just say what you want to say, man. Surely in 85 years the language has evolved?). Slott’s only plotted this issue, and his dialogue’s been one of the best things about SSM.

Anyway, what you’ve been expecting to happen for the last thirty issues happens here, maybe a little earlier than you’d expected. Certainly an issue before I’d expected. And there’s a big ol’ hint that the big bad isn’t who you think it is (in fact it’s more than just a hint, if I’m reading it correctly). There’s a big two-page spread where you can say “I know that issue” or maybe “I have that issue” if you’re a millionaire.

Oh, and there’s a full reprint of the recent Black Widow #1 in the back, so that’s nice.





Hawkeye 18

An Annie Wu issue, which means a Kate issue, and Kate issues are always fab because Kate is fab and so is Annie Wu. Shit gets real here as the Cat Food Man gets a name (And what a name it is for us old bastards) and some very bad things happen.

It’s an obviously Fraction comicbook, lots of disjointed dialogue that sounds realistic but isn’t (and if that sounds like a diss, it’s not: writing dialogue compact enough for the comics page but which carries both information and characterisation and still carries any resemblance to natural speech is bloody hard. Fraction does it better than most).

The thing is, Hawkeye – whether Kate or Clint orientated – has always been the Marvel Comic you could read without having to know about lots of other Marvel Comics. That’s why I’ve been able to recommend it, in both pamphlets and trades, without reservation, to everybody, comics bod or civilian, who walks into the shop. He’s a guy (and she’s a gal) who shoots arrows. No costumes, no superstuff. Even when the book has tied into the rest of the line, your casual reader’s never really needed to know who those women were who turned up with cards on their heads, or what Kate had done outside of this book. Now, suddenly, there’s costumes turning up, albeit only for one panel, and even though it’s not essential to know who Cat Food Man was/is it’d be pretty handy if you did. 

Still, despite minor reservations creeping in, a solid, enjoyable – no, delightful – book.


Time to stack up some z's now, so tomorrow I can wake up and realise with creeping horror what I've done. Really ought to write these books' names down on a notepad so I know who they are in the morning. 

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