As ever, from worst of my pulls to best.
Woo-hoo, watch those wheels spin!
Al Ewing does a one-off featuring Hyperion, which ends up being a quite good Superman comic that happens to feature one of Marvel’s knock-off Supermans. It’s difficult to quite know what to make of this – there’s something odd about such a straight up Superman comic being done without Superman. It feels like there should be more of a sense of what makes Hyperion an interesting take on the archetype, although to be fair, it’s also not clear that there actually is anything, Hickman’s protestations when creating this iteration to the contrary. Still, it’s a fun book.
An odd issue, and probably a necessary one, but not necessarily the best one. The first half does some needed character work, while the second half finally brings a subplot that’s been lurking in the background to the foreground. Both are fine, and I’m sure the next issue will be an utter delight, but this is definitely a “transition” sort of comic, as opposed to one with any really strong beats in its own right.
The resolution of the Kate Bishop arc on this book. The release schedule (or lack thereof) did some real damage with this arc, and I admit I forget who the secondary cast is, which is definitely a problem for this issue, but I’m still left with an overwhelming sense that there should be a Kate Bishop solo series.
Grant Morrison nicks a substantial portion of the plot of The Fountain and proceeds to do a very Grant Morrison “fiction becomes reality” story with it and some very goth Flash Gordon stuff. If you imagine Grant Morrison writing Abslom Daak starring in The Fountain, you’ve basically got it. Does the very annoying thing of taking an entire issue to get to the premise that the book was advertised with, but it’s got some very pretty Frazer Irving art to smooth over the disappointment.
This has been meandering out for a while, with Rucka writing two minis over the last five years or so, but it seems to have finally decided to be a monthly with a new artist. Or, at least, that’s the goal. I’m broadly excited, though the first two minis fell a bit short of what I’d hope for from the premise. The “love letter to Portland” aspects of the comic implicit in the title are foregrounded, with a lovely view of Portland soccer fandom that I know is near and dear to Rucka’s heart. All in all, good fun, and a lovely jumping on point for a detective book that’s studiously not noir.
This book had been on a bit of a simmer through the rather long Lift arc, but after a done-in-one last time seems to be accelerating towards a series of very big explosions. There’s a lovely arc over this and the last issue in which we see two people laying out schemes against each other and anticipating each other’s moves, which builds suspense up marvelously. This has been one of the better comics coming out, and this is a top notch issue of it. I can’t wait for the next one, which is always a very good sign for the current one.