Sad to say, really, considering what a monstrous DC Comics fan I am, but I cannot find it within myself to say anything good about DC’s latest World War III event (if a four issue series can be considered an event at all). I’ve enjoyed 52, warts and all, but attempting to cram every plot point that was not covered in that gargantuan series into a four-issue mini seems arduous at best, and ridiculous at worst. Adding insult to injury is the fact that DC only deigned to assign this series to B and C-list writing and penciling talent. The result was four books that very nearly put me to sleep, and which I wish I never spent the time to read. Did anyone really think anything substantive would come of Black Adam’s war against…well…everyone, I suppose? Call me subversive, but the scribes of 52 actually led me to hope that the Black Adam Family might actually be a lasting change in the DC universe. It was refreshing and different – a Marvel Family with an edge and big problems with family dynamics. But no, this was not to be. Ultimately, we ended up with Adam right where he was before, if not a bit angrier (if that is indeed possible) – and a few minor characters dead. Speaking of which, I haven’t been reading Teen Titans, but was there really a character on the team named “Young Frankenstein”? No wonder they killed him.
I’ll reserve judgment on the conclusion of 52. I’m only an issue away from completing it, and I certainly hope it leaves me with a better taste in my mouth than World War III did. Actually, if it leave me conscious, that will be a good start.
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