Take two hot commodities like steampunk and Harley Quinn, sprinkle in some sexiness. Boom. Instant appeal.
Welcome, welcome, welcome, to the funny book column at the end of the Internet. Or perhaps more specifically, at some abandoned asteroid-mining station spiraling into terminal descent. We here aboard the rickety ship don’t have much to comfort ourselves outside of the weekly comic book drop that comes courtesy of the spectra-gryphons sailing the solar waves. Drunk on cheap bathtub fermented moon juice and delusional from the vertigo, I admit my picks for worthwhile comic books can strike the bow a bit askew.
That’s where you come in, friends. Pull down the the blast shield long enough to bark out your finds in staccato bursts, before retiring to your dimly lit crevice in this here rotting rooster of a spaceship.
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I caught this Man of Steel trailer prior to my viewing of Dark Knight Rises, and now it is online for the rest of the world to see. My main problem with this teaser trailer is that I actually find it enjoyable. This can only be setting me up for the inevitable disappointment of experiencing yet another Zack Snyder flick. Right? Fuck, I hope I’m wrong.
As I’ve said ad nauseam lately, Image has been firing on all cylinders. One of the reasons for their righteous domination is their focus on the fucking creators. DC seems to have taken notice of Image and its bustling stable of marketable creators, ninjaing the idea of marketing the creators themselves. Shit, even the aesthetic is redolent of the Image campaign.
Justice is served! Not the Justice League, mind you. Instead DC’s New 52 isn’t rewriting any sort of financial paradigms. This is a good thing, since you know, it really wasn’t that spectacular. Unless you like chitin armor, in which case it was the second coming of God. Or third or fourth coming, depending on your deities of choice.
Weeks like this are a special treat. Fat off the flesh of animal and the oak sodas after celebrating Memorial Day, nary a moment has passed after returning to reality and it is already Comic Book Day. None the less, it is the finest of interstitial days, an Island of Relief in the middle of the work week. This is the inglorious column where we discuss the funny rags we’re snagging on a given Wednesday. Per usual this is a douche-free zone, and if my poor taste results in me not dropping a title you’re interested in, by all means alley-oop a recommendation.
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DC’s “prominent character” that is going to be reintroduced into the New 52 as gay turns out to be Alan Scott, the original Green Lantern.
Creator Roger Langridge is taking something of a stand – even if he seems frankly so down to Earth he’d never call it that – and is no longer going to work for the Big Two Funny Book Farms. This announcement is particularly salient, because it comes at a time when the Kirby estate is getting rimmed out of Avengers cred and Before Watchmen is desecrating the altar of a masterpiece. At least to me, yeah, I know.
Batman #1 is not the debut issue of the Bats, but that hasn’t stopped a copy of it from selling for a considerable amount of dollah-dollah-bills, ya’ll.
A shit load of press outlets have been invited into the den of DC Comics to inspect some Before Watchmen swag, and now we can bask in what they captured. A lot of sexy art, prepared and covered in plastic. You know, so when the projectile vomit kicks in the artwork is protected.