Posts Tagged ‘Batman’
Rob: Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fan of Kevin Smith’s work. Chasing Amy and Mallrats are two of my top 50 movies. I subscribe to SModcast and love it. And, I mean, both his runs on Daredevil and Green Arrow were critically acclaimed, right? Hell, I’ll give Widening Gyre a shot. Why not? It’s Maggie’s copy.
I hate to say it, but this book is such a fucking mixed bag.
Quick note, spoilers abound.
The premise of this issue that Batman (Bruce Wayne! Awww, we miss you!) gets an emergency call from Arkham after busting up the convenience store-based (GROAN) front for a bunch of Neo-Nazis with Nightwing. He shows up at Arkham and sees the place overgrown with flora, immediately making him assume Ivy’s taken the joint over. Not so! Turns out she’s just trying to protect herself from a crazed Etrigan, who is running around eating the inmates’ faces. Yes.
OK, I did like the subtle reference to Swamp Thing’s Gotham City rampage during Alan Moore’s tenure (fuck yeah, “unbeatable god”). I did like that it showed Ivy being powerful enough that even the Joker was at the mercy of her vines (which raises the question of how powerful she really is). I did like the fact that Etrigan actually spoke in rhyme and it was actually pretty well done (take a note, Wednesday Comics). Walt Flanagan’s art wasn’t spectacular, but it was all right (if you didn’t mind the fact that at times it looked like he ripped flashback-Robin straight out of All-Star Batman and Robin).
Also, I am actually interested in who this new vigilante is, which surprises me. See, we just went through wondering who Batman and Robin were going to end up being in “Battle for the Cowl,” and then who Batgirl was going to be in the months leading up to the eponymous series, and NOW who this new Red Hood is in Morrison’s Batman and Robin. I figured I would be SO OVER this game of “Guess Who: DC Universe Edition” they’ve got us playing, but I guess I’m not.
It’s a total bummer because there’s also all this shit I sooo wasn’t into.
First off, the mindless banter between Bruce and Dick Grayson. Talking about Baron Blitzkreig’s assault as “I don’t sweat it?” Saying that Nightwing has “pulled a me?” Kevin Smith should know that Bruce Wayne’s Batman is supposed to be extremely to the point. Writing him as Dick Grayson’s best buddy sort of takes away from the fear he’s supposed to strike in people. Seriously, it makes it read like next time Bruce and Dick cross paths, they’re going to have some bro grabs, hop in the Batmobile, and split an 18 pack of Bud Light while talking about all the Barbara Gordon tang they SHOULD be getting.
Speaking of fictional vag, problem number two. Ivy spends the whole issue in a set of gynecological stirrups made of vines. She seriously spends the entire thing naked and spread eagle. And, because Kevin Smith is writing this, her vagina shoots out THC and toooootally gets Batman high. Kevin Smith has taken something Brodie and T.S. probably talked about in a deleted scene from Mallrats and said, “Fuck it, let’s just write it into the book.” At least we can finally ask Bruce if Ivy’s junk actually DOES look like a Georgia O’Keefe painting (come for the reviews, stay for the plant-genitalia jokes).
Whatever, I’m tired and it’s WAY hotter in here than it should be so I might as well wrap this up. Kevin Smith? Buddy. Dude. I will read issue two, OK? I promise. I just really hope that you stop writing this like it’s one of your movies. I don’t want to see Azrael showing up and looking like Jason Lee. [But- I’m a fucking demon!! -M]. I don’t want to see Solomon Grundy working at RST Video. Kevin, I guess what I’m trying to say is, well, I don’t want this to be your comic book Jersey Girl.
Maggie: OK, everything Rob hated about this book, I loved. I went into this hoping it would read like a Kevin Smith movie. Except, you know, with Batman. Ivy made me uncomfortable, but she’s supposed to. The lighter Golden Age cheese tone in the Dick & Bruce scenes was a nice departure from everything else going on in the DCU right now, which makes me need an entire room of Prozac. Also, I was never, ever afraid of Adam West.
The Ivy-gets-Batman high bit was hilarious. Particularly his reaction to it. Bruce Wayne probably NEEDS to go ahead, unclench, and partake every now and then.
You should buy the book for the Joker’s dialogue alone. He’s got like three panels but he kills it. What a fuckin’ psycho he is.
Also? NOTHING involving Bruce Wayne Batman could come close to sucking as hard as Jersey Girl. Not even an Austrian bodybuilder as Mr. Freeze.
Looking through my comic collection, I see that I somehow wound up owning the end of every Robin’s career as the sidekick. I’ve got The New Teen Titans: The Judas Contract, where Dick Grayson decides that he’s a little old to be running around rocking underoos and becomes Nightwing. I’ve got Batman: A Death in the Family where readers decided to kill off Jason Todd forever and ever and nevermind. And now, I’ve got Red Robin #1-3.
Now that Bruce Wayne is busy getting his skull licked by the Black Hand in Blackest Night (ew) and Battle for the Cowl is over, Dick Grayson has surprised absolutely nobody by taking over the role of Batman. First order of business? Taking the Robin uniform off of Tim Drake (who wants to be known as “Tim Wayne” from here on out) and putting it on Damian (who refuses to call Tim anything but simply “Drake”). Obviously, this is the kind of snivelling brattery that might make the now former sidekick cranky. So Tim has a little pissy fit, slaps Damian (dude, Damian almost killed you in Batman and Son and all you can do is bitchslap him?), knocks over some shit around Wayne Manor, then comes to the conclusion that Bruce Wayne ain’t dead. Revelation!
Tim decides to find Bruce, taking up the tarnished mantle of Red Robin, a persona already used by both Jason Todd (in Countdown to Final Crisis) and Ulysses Armstrong (formerly known as both the General and the shitty version of Anarky). Along the way, Tim is both helped and hindered by a bizarre assortment of characters including friends Cassie Sandsmark and Stephanie Brown (in what may be her last appearance in her Spoiler persona [It’s her second to last. Maybe. -M]), and enemies; the Wild Huntsman (who hasn’t been seen in, like, fifteen years or something and I’m pretty sure is dead), and finally, fucking Ra’s al Ghul.
One of my favorite things about this book is Chris Yost’s decision to use Tim Drake’s thoughts as the entire framing narrative. But there’s no Green Arrow preachiness, here. Instead, you get captions involving everything from the inane (when he blocks a punch by a Spanish guy with robot fire hands, the caption reads “Manos de fuego?”) to Tim judging his own actions immediately after he does them (“Stupid, catching that punch”). You’re along for the ride in Tim Drake’s head, which makes the entire story that much more relate-able.
I’m also digging the art of Ramon Bachs (most famous for some Front Line Marvel work and, holy shit, Dark Horse made a Shrek book?). His drawing of the Wild Huntsman in issue three had me rolling. I don’t know if it was supposed to be funny or not, but in a story with a much lighter tone than pretty much everything else going on in the DCU right now, I found it totally absurd in the best way possible. Unfortunately, Bach only has the gig until issue five. Oh well!
Anyway, this book is awesome enough that I broke my wait-for-the-trade rule. Totally worth getting into if you’re into the Batman: Reborn story line. If you’re gonna drink with this book, knock back some Arrogant Bastard ale since most of the characters in Red Robin seem to be, well, arrogant bastards.