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?
It’s been rumored! Announced! Confirmed. John Romita Jr. and Geoff Johns will be the creative team on Superman. This does absolutely nothing for me, and in fact the presence of Johns’ means I’m actively disinterested. Does this mean I’ll skip their debut issue? Of course not. Well played, DC. You clever fuckers.
Here is your moment of life-affirming zen. Just Idris Elba, ostensibly the coolest dude in the world, hanging out as Superman. Spinning some vinyl. Shitting on all of our lives. Shout out to The Mary Sue for the find.
It appears that DC is inching closer (if they haven’t closed the case already) towards completely subsuming the Superman rights into their bulging corpus. Latest in a long line of appeals and whatever stuff has ruled in favor of The Man.