so i have at last finished Tom King's run on Batman (granting that
the Batman Catwoman miniseries just launched), culminating in #85, the
conclusion of City of Bane. And i can say now that it is a MIXED BAG!
isn't that brilliant analysis. i found much of it to be meandering.
There was a quite a bit of filler. On the other hand it made me actually
LOVE Thomas Wayne who was a character i had abosloutely no interest in after
the AWFUL Flashpoint story from a few years and all that button and clock
crapola that DC put out. So yeah, I would really like to see that
iteration of Thomas Wayne in a feature film sometime down the road! i
dunno, lots of literary allusions, lots of needless jumping around in the
timeline (which looks to only continue in the Batman Catwoman series). a
gigantic amount of bat cat. Some really pretty art. I don't love
this run at all (except for Thomas Wayne stuff), much of it was overplotted and
the Knightmares stuff was bleh. But i don't hate it either. As
someone who's never been much interested in the comics version of Catwoman this
run didn't do much to change my mind (maybe the problem is with me then?!) but
all the romance and wedding stuff wasn't bad either. I didn't hate the
run! it was just somewhere in the middle for me. I'll probably forget
most of it in not much time. Looking forward to see what comes
next. I think maybe the utterly rancid Heroes in Crisis tainted my Tom
King feelings a bit. maybe i'll reread it some day. also, i'm tired
of writers having scenes where ALL rogues (aside from the main villain, ie Bane
in several scenes) are either easily utilized or easily dispatched.
ENOUGH. wait, i remember liking the war of jokes and riddles but now i
can't remember much of it. always nice to see poison ivy. didn't
like the booster stuff that much. the wonder woman stuff was fine but
that story had already been done years ago with Superman and Lois. i dunno, i
feel like i'm being mean to Tom King. GREAT RUN! The best of all time
maybe! ugh, i didn't really like the freeze trial stuff either. man, i
guess i'm more not a fan of this run than a fan. eh, all this
decompression (Miller packed so much in 4 issues) and all this deconstruction
(but not at Moore level! nowhere near!). I liked the KGBeast stuff.
oh and the Alfred stuff was kinda cheap. Gotham Girl is kinda cool (and i
liked Finch's interpretation of her, not sure about the platinum kryptonite
thing, i like someone like Morrison could have done something hip with
that). and I liked the beach stuff! ugh, but all the slapping and moping.
and the Alfred stuff! and all the retroactive planning! Damn, what
a MIXED BAG!
on
a side note, i've always loved The Ventriloquist. always happy to see
him. I need to pick up that Azzarello trade. Azzarello's stuff
always ages real well for me. could that character work in a feature
film? I think so, but probably best as a side villain and not the main
antagonist. I’m going to use thrift to acquire the sequential
iteration of steak being the most stressful meal to cook, you
know? I didn’t properly appreciate the first time
around. Mayhaps I’ll also use it in the service of precious metals.
I need to figure out what all this scratch and dent shit is all
about. Coffin has me. Oh, and I just discovered,
unrelated but maybe kind of related in a real roundabout way: she has her own
channel. Separate from the glam. Dear God, let this not
be another glorious delusion. And already, in the deep black. On
another unrelated note but kinda related in a roundabout way all the holofoil
chromium shiny shit really works for me. Got a head full of bad
wiring I guess. Probably has to do with the formative
years. I’m all washed up. Once I get my act together I
will be ordering a box. Boxes are everything. Gold emblazoned I
think. Foils again. Foils and hosiery are everything to
me. And being electrocuted. The hotel again last night as
I drifted away. Late at night I drift away. Takes me back
to some great wasted years where every night culminated in a loving imaginary
language and even once when they were trying to take me away I was not scared (
I was drifting). But yes at the hotel again, forever and a
day. So perfect, surrounded by the red, so empty. How
everything is empty. Nothing everywhere. I was at the
hotel but not the motel. The motel usually comes later (an old hell,
nothing like it). It’s all meaningless. Maybe that’s why
I squeal with glee when I hurl myself off the balcony (not quite a balcony,
can’t think of the word, faceless commercial hub makes sense, everything
nondescript, connection impossible).
Now I understand the meaning of scratch and dent. Of
course, I think as my head goes light, how utterly proper.
And then with the window open and the thoughts of summer dress
(never seen) my mind wandered back to the writings of O. I can’t
recall if the missing iteration ever turned. But of course, who else
would know but i? new year, new life. That was near the
end, yes? Not quite the end but very near. Setup. Classic
beauty. Madness. Love white and black. Magenta
of course. And then white and red once. Perhaps teal as
well. Did these things really happen? So lovely. Thinking
about magenta underneath, red underneath, black underneath. So
lovely. Completely subsumed. At mercy. Under. Now the desperate retroactive
search. The names. What were the names?! The answers lie in the tortured and blissful
memories. Oh to lie in sweetest
sin. Oh to die in your arms. I miss you dreadfully.
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