Yeah. I don’t know. Zack Snyder really doesn’t fucking get Superman (or Batman, or Watchmen, or strong female characters). And despite Snyder always proving this, I’m always annoyed. Like, what the fuck is this clip? Whatever. Fuck.
It appears that Marvel and DC are getting into a little bit of a diversification Arms Race. Works for me. DC has announced they’re nixing the “New 52” label after the upcoming event, Convergence. Following that MEGASPLOSIONVENT they’re unleashing a torrent of new titles. And baby, some of them are tasty. Black Canary drawn by Annie Wu? Fuck yeah. Section Eight by Garth Ennis and John McCrea? Constantine written by Ming Doyle and drawn by Riley fucking Rossmo? Word.
I get in trouble here a lot from random people floating by this Shit Hole Space-Ship who don’t know I’m a hyperbolic, exaggerating douche bag. They ain’t down with my over-the-top shit talking of Batman vs Superman vs Lex Luthor (feat. Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Cyborg, Others, and now Doomsday). So I’m just going to leave this here. Just for you to chew on. Without my typical commentary.
This image of Superman from Batman v Superman sums up everything wrong with the Zack Snyder-led DC Cinematic Universe better than I ever could. Dumb. Cynical. The antithesis of everything Superman is, should be, stands for. A rote performance of a misunderstanding of what superheroes all need to be. Namely conflicted, “dark”, tortured.
This is the difference between being young, bright-eyed, idealistic, and old, fat, and cynical. When I was a youngin’, the Reign of Supermen was fucking awesome. If it happened now, I’d spit on the ground and curse the Powers That Be like a loser. Sean Murphy’s recently revealed cover is able to temporarily recuperate my broken spirit. Calling me back to the olden days.
Action Comics #15 cover design? Mad money! By God there’s gold in them there comic book boxes! Provided, you know. That you’re a ding-dong of the highest order and you’re keeping comic books from 1939 in a regular old comic box. Right?