Things looked dour headed into the comics shop this week, but several books came out of left field and left me impressed. Rare that happens anymore when books get chewed over ad nauseum before they even hit shelves.
So let’s celebrate this special little week, when the comics followed in the tradition of the grand U.S. of A. and liberated themselves from suckiness.
Book of the Week: Joker’s Asylum #1
— When it comes to the Joker, there are a few staple stories. And probably the most generic is Joker taking over a giant game show and threatening the kidnapped contestants with death.
So when this book — which comes across like a clear cash-in on the upcoming Dark Knight film — started off with that premise, I could only think, “Not again.” That obvious bent is all set up, though, and writer Arvid Nelson swings the story in a direction that’s not only surprising, it’s also genuinely subversive.
The Joker’s target is the “innocent,” just not the contestants. He spares them (despite their idiocy), instead taking aim at a malevolent producer and the audience at home.
For anyone who bemoans the fact that thoughtful quiz shows are being swiftly pushed out of prominence by the like of Deal or No Deal, this is a story you’ll love. Alex Sanchez also offers a very new art style that’s scrawling but effective.
And the climactic line is a doozy: “Who’s the real sicko, America?” Indeed.
Runners-Up:
High Rollers #1
and Station #1 — Two new series from Boom! Studios, and both really shine. Station is a horror story set on an international space station, but at least so far there are no monsters or science fiction. The sizzle is all of the interpersonal type, as regional differences burn like a solar flare and one astronaut ends up killed.
High Rollers, from mystery writer Gary Phillips, is a Sopranos-like look at the rise of an L.A. crime lord. While the art in the first issue is too clean for the source material, Phillips keeps the story humming along as his antihero CQ starts to see the ugly side of a life in crime.
Astonishing X-Men #25
— After the disappointing dragging-on-forever conclusion to Joss Whedon’s run, I was all set to give up on this book, especially after learning it would be part of the listless X-Men’s current continuity. Then I started reading it. Credit Warren Ellis with taking this book back to the characters, focusing skillfully on their relationships and putting together a great comic, even though nothing much really happens.
I’m still not sure about Simone Bianchi’s take on the art, though I love how experimental he’s being with design. And if the words, “Chaparanga, where alien spaceships go to die,” doesn’t make you excited for next issue, I don’t think we can be friends. (more…)