Sunday, September 30, 2012

2012 The Huntress color art by Marcio Takara

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Check out the original black & white art here

Marcio Takara
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

2012 “JLA by George Perez” Firestorm Commission

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Aric Shapiro is a comic art collector with the good taste to pursue a series of Justice League of America member spotlight commissions in their full Satellite Era glory by George Pérez. An online acolyte of Pérez, Mitch Ballard, then colored some of the pieces with Shapiro's consent.
"Ronnie Raymond IS Firestorm. At least to me and those that grew up when I did. PPerhaps the most visuallly compelling charcater out there(puffy slleeves and all). Of all the pieces George did for me, this is the biggest trip down memory lane because I was hooked on Firestorm as a kid."
Pérez's uncolored original can be viewed here. Out of the many options in the gallery to spotlight, I chose Firestorm because I wanted a color piece to go with the rest of today's crossover, wasn't especially enthused about using icons like Superman on our po' DC zeros blog, and figured at least Shag would dig it. The composition is similar to the 1984 Firestorm Postcard by George Pérez, and they're both pretty happening.

2012 “JLA by George Perez” Commissions
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Thursday, September 20, 2012

Comic Reader Résumé: January, 1985



January of 1985 appears to have been a great month for books I barely remember having read well after the point of initial publication. Some, like Sisterhood of Steel #2 I know for a fact that I read, owned, may still have in a box somewhere, and yet continues to mean absolutely nothing to me. Others, like Amazing Spider-Man #264 were borrowed from a friend, read once, sucked, and yet still linger on the fringes of my mind (football player given powers by suit sweats a lot and meets an unfortunate fate.) Maybe it was the extra thought and care that went into an inventory story by a writer with three whole credits to his career and Dave Cockrum's wife.

Tales of the Teen Titans #52 fared better, with the return of Cheshire from my beloved New Teen Titans Annual #2, nice art by Rich Buckler and Mike DeCarlo, and a pleasant enough thriller/origin/solo story for Jericho. I retained a soft spot for Joe Wilson despite his ugly costume, Aryan Jewfro, and anachronistic muttonchops. Shame that he only got more awful from there (the permullet, for example.)



I can't recall if I read a friend's or my half-brother's copy of Uncanny X-Men #192. The premise of contracting the transmode virus was mildly terrifying, but not quite as much as Colossus and Rogue's new costumes. Ugh.

I loved the ending to Kitty Pryde and Wolverine #6 as a kid, with Logan forced to give in to a berserker rage to defeat Ogun, only to be defeated himself by that resort. Plus, Shadowcat was born, however meaningless that might be now. Poor girl struggles for years to work out a decent codename, and now nobody bothers to use it anymore.



Apologies to moonlighting lettering great Todd Klein, but Blue Devil #11 was so bad I skipped the next two issues, and a re-read a year or so ago reminded me that it's still terrible by more forgiving, nostalgic standards.

I think I gave Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham #1 a chance, but I was older and less impressed than I was when Marvel Tails came out.



I got Captain America #305 out of a grocery store three-pack, and was impressed by the premise of a British Captain. Modred The Mystic had taken control of Brian Braddock to instigate a fight, so I was impressed/confused when my brother turned up with a copy of Marvel Chillers #1 a few years later where the guy was used as a protagonist. While I thought the costume was kind of nice, I was unimpressed with Captain Britain's fallibility and excessive powers, a bias that continues to this day. I was also underwhelmed by the Paul Neary art, and fought off buying another issue until 1987.

Finally, I bought Ewoks #1 at the 7-11, despite it being two years distant from Return of the Jedi and following those cheesy ABC television movie events. I had a weird interest in Star Comics, despite having outgrown their target demographic (not that they ever hit the broad side of that demographic, hence that whole abject failure thing.) I'd get suckered one more time by Lucas properties, but I never bought this series again.

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Dragon*Con 2012 DC Cosplay Obscura Gallery by Shag Matthews

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The Irredeemable Shag did his usual bang-up up job taking snaps of all the costumed players at one of their biggest venues in the continental United States, Dragon*Con. This is evidenced by the hundreds and hundreds of pictures available in his flickr gallery, which he was kind enough to share with a host of his fellow bloggers. Aside from the Huntress seen above, and characters spotlighted at other blogs today, there weren't very many photographed who have been regularly featured here at DC Bloodlines. While Anj rends his garments and gnashes his teeth over the sorry Beowulf cosplay representation (told you ya should have covered Amethyst, bub,) I thought I'd offer up some odd commentary and feature a few of the least famous characters here.



One of the really keen changes this year was the increased visibility of African-American cosplayers. This convention is in Atlanta, after all, so it's awesome to see folks like Static, XS, Lightning, Vixen, Cyborg, Green Lantern John Stewart, and Aqualad on the scene. More than that though, after recent criticisms in the industry media about a lack of color-blindedness among cosplay critics, there were tons of black fans taking on white heroic roles here. Obviously, Jericho above was at most half-serious with that enormous blond Afro, but there were plenty of Batmen, Catwomen, Supermen, and Wonder Women of color owning the roles of the most powerful and popular characters in comics. Gender-bending and the differently-able also embraced nerd Halloween with gusto, regardless of a canon DC themselves have thrown out the window.



That said, DC Comics needs to give us Black Orion for real. I've long championed an African-American Captain Marvel, but Shazam! We got a little asshole white kid to replace the little nimrod white kid from the previous continuity, and the Big Red Cheese is still just Superman with static and a sleazy grin. Orion is the son of Darkseid, one of the most powerful entities in creation, and that suit is well complimented by the darker skin tone. I think fans would have a much easier time accepting a race change here than with many other characters, and a revived Fourth World would benefit from greater diversity than cringe-inducing '70s "progressive" notions.

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I fell hard for the T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents after reading the short-lived Deluxe series, followed by back issues of the cheeky Tower Comics. The properties, like Milestone and Red Circle, seem to be partitioned from the universe proper while still interacting timidly with it. Like a taxi driving one man Church of Scientology, the late John Carbonaro claimed to own the franchise and sued away any dissenters (of which there were many in the mid-80s.) I wonder if DC bought the property the way Todd McFarlane bought Miracleman, because aside from reprints and a modest stab at their own take, you don't see these guys integrating into the New 52. I don't think anyone with deep enough pockets to stare down DC lawyers will bother with a property disputably in the public domain if DC never does boffo business with them, so it's almost like the Agents were purchased for storage like Marvel's Ultraverse. Anyhow, notice that Dynamo, NoMan, Lightning, Menthor, and the villainous Iron Maiden have their little team clique off to the side of the photo. Freudian?

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Finally, we have Bumblebee, who never did much for me as the Wasp of the Titans. I liked her as a more tragic figure in the Doom Patrol, but the main reason to close out with this pic is that the cosplayer is just so damned cute! Dig the specs! Not all the commentary has to be heavy. Thanks to Shag for the pics, and to the Superhero Costuming Forum for setting up these photo shoots every year!

Dragon*Con 2012 Cosplay Galleries by Shag Matthews
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The DC Feature Page: Summer 2012



Custom DC Archive Edition Redesign by Calamity Jon Morris


SDCC 2012: Cosplay Gallery



The Cosplay Of San Diego Comic Con 2012





The Avengers And The Justice League Get Bricky Via Qubicle Constructor [Art]





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Sunday, September 9, 2012

2000 Big Barda commission by Arthur “Art” Adams

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Arthur "Art" Adams
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

National Comics: Eternity #1 (September, 2012)



A year ago, Christopher Freeman was nearly killed by unseen gunmen on a New York street. His cop dad, with whom he was always arguing, took the bullets for him. Ever since, Freeman had guilt-ridden dreams and a special power. As a coroner for the city morgue, Freeman was always late, and Captain Phillips routinely on his case. It didn't help that Freeman would pull up a gurney, touch the deceased, and find himself visiting some sort of purgatory to borrow their soul for the day to solve their murder. The latest, Darby Quinn, was heavyset, middle-aged, balding, and a well dressed black man tried to keep him from temporarily crossing over. Freeman carried Quinn off anyway, shaking the bald, goateed gentleman loose.

The trip had taken Freeman much of the night, so when Captain Phillips caught him talking to "himself," he wasn't happy that the autopsy hadn't even started yet. Phillips sent Freeman on unpaid leave for a week to get his act together.

Freeman and the invisible spirit of Quinn visited the scene of the crime, Darby's squalid resale shop. Quinn had a mouth on him, but his recent memories were a jumble, a common side effect from the trip back to the land of the living. Putting together the clues, Freeman finally determined that Quinn had tried to rape a young singer who was renting a room above his shop, only to be killed by his own antique Luger. Freeman kicked Quinn back to the netherworld, talked Sally off a ledge, and closed the case. Captain Phillips still wasn't sure what to make of Freeman, but he called him back to work and hoped he "might just have more of your father in you than I realized."



The well dressed bald man reappeared, identifying himself as Mr. Keeper, to warn Freeman "If you bring too many more bad eggs back like Mr. Quinn back, things are going to start getting very dangerous for you, very quickly... I told you... Quinn was mine. I've said as much as I'm willing to. Consider yourself warned." Mr. Keeper then disappeared off the ledge Sally had been talked down from.

Twenty-seven year old Christopher Freeman returned to work feeling "better," renewed by his breakthrough. Unfortunately, the cute precinct receptionist that made him late each day because he lollygagged to pass her on the way to work was herself now quite late, lying on a gurney...

"Kid Eternity" was by Jeff Lemire, Cully Hamner & Derec Donovan. I think Rich Johnston saw this as a television pilot in comic book clothing, and that sounds about right. Specifically, it's Tru Calling Medium. I liked the original premise of Kid Eternity better, but if you enjoy paying four bucks for a fair procedural that only runs 10-15 minutes, this may be your bag. Lemire's script is serviceable, while the art team of Hamner and Donovan makes it look better than it is.

More New 52's Day
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Sunday, September 2, 2012

2011 The Huntress 11x17" art by Michael Bair

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You might also like to check out this 2007 Bair Huntress piece, which is also very nice, not to mention Helena and Black Canary in a 2007 Birds of Prey NYCC Commission.
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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Internal Correspondence Special #4: “Lobo: Frag Race 2000”



Highlights

You can't keep a bad man down, and FRAG RACE 2000 is proof positive of that.

This four-issue limited series follows the other extremely successful LOBO series, with a script by Keith Giffen and Alan Grant, and finished art by Simon Bisley.

Lobo is given the job of apprehending a felon who is posing as a race car driver in the biggest, most dangerous cross-planetary drag race in the universe: the FRAG RACE 2000. This is an endurance test of man and machine, and Lobo signs on as a driver to find the creep in question. And since he can't figure out which driver is his quarry, he decides to frag them all!

This four-issue miniseries features the biggest, baddest cars in the universe, and, needless to say, tons of violence and laughs!

In other words, anything goes!

Stats

Editor- Dan Raspler
Frequency- Monthly
Pages- 32
Label- Mature
Writer- Keith Giffen, Alan Grant
Penciller/ Inker- Simon Bisley
Format- New
Duration- 4 Issues
Ship Date- 4th Quarter '92
I've labored for twenty years under the delusion that this book happened. I was confident that Biz didn't draw it, since he never even finished Lobo's Back, but I was fairly certain it was still solicited as a one shot by a different artist. A gander at online resources reveals that if this script ever got written, it's still in a drawer somewhere. I do wonder if this might have morphed into Lobo: Unamerican Gladiators, though. I think that the art on this page is from the Paramilitary Xmas Special, but can't bother to check.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Internal Correspondence Special #4: DC Comics 1992



During the '90s boom years, distributors were so competitive to move units that they would produce yearly catalogs of proposed series for retailers to begin the hype cycle early. DC Comics 92 Internal Correspondence was printed by Capitol City Distribution, with a Batman Returns comic image (Steve Erwin?) on the inside front cover facing a letter from DC Retailer Services director Bob Wayne bracing buyers for a sequel to the Batmania of 1989 (a.k.a. catching lightning in the same county as a bottle.) Shadow of the Batman had a healthy life for the better part of a decade, but specials like Penguin Triumphant littered the dollar bins for years. That's the sort of thing easily gleaned from perusals of period magazines and online resources, though. While the time capsule aspect of a publisher's yearly schedule is an amusing bit of nostalgia, what I really dig about this sort of uncommon publication is the treasure trove of little seen artwork, creative shake-ups and aborted projects. I deeply regret giving away the 1994ish edition I used to have, but I scored a couple of volumes at Comicpalooza 2012, and will offer scans/commentary...

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Saturday, August 25, 2012

2010 Lady Shiva color art by Oliver Nome

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We ran Nome Bronze Tiger art last week, so it stands to reason Lady Shiva shouldn't be too far behind. Shame the artist never got around to playing with Richard Dragon, the one that really needed a makeover. Anyone, this was an in-continuity Shiva look, and I believe it was designed by Alé Garza and/or Pop Mhan for the Batgirl series in 2005. I'm not down with the sword, but I otherwise like it fine. As usual, it's also worth a gander in black and white.

Oliver Nome
  • Gypsy @ Justice League Detroit
  • Dark Angel @ Diana Prince is the New Wonder Woman
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Comic Reader Résumé: December, 1984



Part of the point of this series is to chronicle my reading of new comics in relatively chronological order, looking at the early books that shaped my tastes, or simply reminiscing. I do tend to break here and there to cover books I read around the same time as the stated span of months (and occasionally years,) if only to not seem like a total Marvel Zombie, and shake the monotony as I get old enough to stick to the same titles from month to month. For instance, I pulled Funny Stuff Stocking Stuffer #1 out of a quarter box at the long-defunct Marauder Comics in 1989. I've skipped mentioning a lot of other series I collected from out of there (especially all those Grimjack issues) because it would bog things down and run contrary to spirit. Here though was a follow-up to a digest I had bought in my early days of collecting, and I think it's worth remarking on how completely disconnected I found myself from this type of material with five years remove. It meant absolutely nothing to me. Then again, this one was all one story by two writers, and the script was by nice guy/baneful author Paul Kupperberg. That could have had an impact on the solar plexus of my potential enjoyment.

Moving on to books published in December of 1984 that I actually purchased new, G.I. Joe a Real American Hero #33 had Cobra Commander's kid draw a gun on him in an assassination bid. Man, that touched a nerve. Billy was like the anti-Wesley Crusher, the kid who could not stop falling face forward into one sorry situation after another. We gutter rats related to him, so he was the rare exception to the Cousin Oliver rule.



I didn't buy Amazing Spider-Man #262, but only because I never saw it on the newsstand. I loved photo covers, and bought most on sight. This was a one-off story about Peter Parker's secret identity being compromised, which happened often enough that the details escape me. A copy of this was at a barber shop in the neighborhood where my father's family grew up, and I fixated on the cover more than the content I tossed through.

Uncanny X-Men #191 came out of a three-pack bought for this comic, because I was sick of only ever getting to look at X-Men comics instead of glancing through them. Also, it was the friggin' s#!+! The second part of the greatest non-What If...? "what if" involving Kulan Gath turning Manhatten Island back to the Hyborian Age, leaving Spider-Man, the X-Men and the Avengers to play out a life more Conan. Spider's bloody crucifiction alone was enough to sear this story into a young psyche, but there was so much more awesome to take in, I'm set adrift on memory bliss. Today, this would be a dull months long mega-event, but as a two-parter, it was all killer, no filler. I didn't know John Romita Junior (or really any artist) by name yet, but I definitely became an ignorant fan with this issue.



Kitty Pryde and Wolverine #5 saw the heroine finally coming into her own in the new identity (still ill-costumed) of Shadowcat, confronting Ogun. Of course, she was totally out of her depth, and Wolverine got his ass kicked besides, which made for good drama.

Marvel Super-Heroes Secret Wars #12 was appropriately epic, as the remains of the Beyonder acting through Klaw planted the seed of doubt in Doom's subconscious mind that allowed for the resurrection of Earth's heroes. It was double-sized fun, with some classic moments, like Cap fearing alien science can't repair his shattered shield. I think Art Adams did some uncredited fill-in work, which was neat but super noticeable.

I'd gotten enough of a kick out of a previous issue, I jumped right into The Thing #22, the last with Ben Grimm on Beyonder-World. It was a sad story that had me interested in more, but the rest of the series was nothing but stupid villains, the justifiably forgotten second Ms. Marvel, and attempts to cash in on the wrestling fad.
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Sunday, August 19, 2012

Space City Con (2012)



Houston used to have regular comic conventions during the 1990s boom years, usually in the ballrooms of ratty hotels. After the bust, I ran tables to clear out inventory for the shops I ran at these shows, and did okay with it for a while. Lugging longboxes to shows for a few hundred bucks eventually landed on the wrong side of the cost/benefit analysis, though, and I can't recall attending shows in any capacity between about 1996 and 2010, when I gave the first big Comicpalooza at the George R. Brown Convention Center a shot. I've been a big booster of that show ever since, and it's proven successful enough to spawn the new Space City Con.



Comicpalooza started very small, in the lobby of an Alamo Drafthouse Cinema in 2008, expanding to an event at the West Oaks Mall. Space City Con's debut was comparatively auspicious, taking place across a couple of floors inside the swanky Westin Oaks (no relation) adjunct to the sprawling Galleria complex. A plus to that was free parking, but it was quickly undermined but the time it took to navigate congested weekend street traffic and then finding a garage space. Next year, I must remember to allocate the $18 for three days worth of valet parking. It also hurt to schlep through three stories of mall, especially if like me you avoid that maze like the plague. There was no signage or other indication that there was a convention going on around the mall, and online directions were worthless. I had to wander into a separate hotel and ask the concierge for directions to the discrete Westin Oaks entrance, and then again got bounced around until I could find registration. That looked to be run by librarians taking part in a child literacy program tied into the event, and the business was all done with those nifty card swipe attachments for iPads/iPhones. Badges were nondescript unlaminated cardboard, with a bright orange ad for printer Litho Ninja on the back. Packing tape was used to reenforce the peg hole used to clip it to a rather nice nylon lanyard I'm totally going to repurpose in the future.



I had to work over the weekend, so most of my experiences were of Friday. That day, folks were stuck using extremely slow moving elevators, and I struggled moving about the unfamiliar mall. On Saturday, a lobby entrance was set up with an easily accessible staircase, and I had an easier time getting my bearings between the various garages and shops. There were various booths in the lobby registering upcoming events elsewhere, and those video game pod things I saw at the last two Comicpaloozas but have yet to try. There were plenty of auditoriums and meeting halls, but I never saw anything with an attendance greater than 10% of capacity (which is being generous.) Comicpalooza 2012 had the opposite problem, with ramshackle presentation space and terrible audio that people still wanted to get into. If I remember correctly (no guarantees,) the celebrities and writers were in the lobby area. The movie people were super z-list (some guy who his a button in a scene from The Hunger Games?) except Nichelle "Uhura" Nichols, who I never laid eyes on. R.A. Salvatore was supposed to be around, but ironically, I don't pay attention to writers at shows. I didn't notice any major lines anywhere.



Upstairs was a common area that led into several branching halls. There was an area of booths for role-playing games, and lots of unused tables to sit at. Again, I don't know if it was the wealth of space spreading people out, but there didn't seem to be tons of gameryousness. I used the area as a cut-across, and could feel gamer booth tenders eying me, hungry for attention.



The comics showroom was very much where the action was. It was a good sized room encircled by booths along the perimeter, orbiting an inner circle. Artists were roughly grouped together along one corridor, with craftsmen stationed at either end, and dealers dotted throughout. There were plenty of people moving around, but there was still space enough to get by, and I liked that things weren't so spread out as to require jogging shoes. To establish scale, San Diego Comic Con cannot be done entirely, even over five days. Comicpalooza can be done in one exhausting day, but it's better to take two or more to thoroughly enjoy it. Space City Con was a comfortable single day show, panel inclusive. You can do the showroom in a few hours, and the only reason I returned over the weekend was to pick up overnight commissions.



I hadn't planned on coming to Space City Con, and from what I gathered talking to artists, neither had anyone else. The sea change came with the bookings of Art Adams and Whilce Portacio, two of the biggest comic artists ever, easily comparable with any "names" Comicpalooza has had thus far. Everybody I talked to wanted to meet and offer tribute to these guys, and the guest list seemed to swell for this reason. A bunch of the guys I got commissions from were just in town this May, but returned just to join that duo. I got work done by both of them, and each was swell. Adams intimidated me, because he's Arthur freakin' Adams, but he ended up being really sweet. Whilce Portacio is an irresistible force for socializing. I usually like to discuss a project, pay the artist, get out of their way, and finally return to collect and sing praises. With Portacio, it was like working the counter at a comic shop again. We both had long, loud opinions about everything, and it was tough to break away and spare innocent bystanders from all that noise pollution. Much fun.



As I mentioned, aside from those names and a few other guys who had skipped Comicpalooza this year, Space City Con was about getting follow-up pieces from the same folks I just saw in May. I never did track down Jamie Kinosian for a second commission, but I did run into that guy my girlfriend paid $65 to that hasn't even started on her piece yet. That guy didn't pass my smell test, so I feel vindicated for having blown him off as a prospect for my stuff, but I'm still kind of pissed by proxy. Everyone else was great, and it makes me happy that so many folks remain enthusiastic over the oddball obscurities I ask them to draw.



I'll be interested to see where Space City Con goes from here. I think the organizers got a lot of things right, and preferred aspects of it to the other major Houston show, but it still feels like Comicpalooza Junior in many respects. I'd like to see SCC develop more of its own personality, with more unique guests. Adams, Portacio and Khoi Pham were huge steps in the right direction, but the organizers need to secure and announce such catches earlier, because I literally had about two days' notice before turning the con from a pass to a must. Comicpalooza has already lined up Chris Claremont, Michael Golden, Mark Texeira, Joe Jusko, Julie Bell and Boris Vallejo ten months in advance, whereas I'm not aware if SCC 2013 is happening at all. I'm hopeful, though, and am happy to see cons return to Houston. For more pics, see the Houston Press slideshow.
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Friday, August 17, 2012

2010 “Bronze Tiger 2.0” art by Oliver Nome

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"a redesign of Bronze Tiger I did for fun and as a character study for my 'Suicide Squad 2.0' piece... simple flat color scheme for my redesign of Bronze Tiger"
This one I don't like so much. Too busy, too bulky, too '80s VHS excess. I prefer Ben Turner sleek, with emphasis on his physical prowess, as opposed to weaponing-up. Check out the original black and white art here.

Oliver Nome
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Animal Man #2 (December, 2011)



Blood tinged "tattoos" erupted across Buddy Baker's skin. His son Cliff was sent to fill in the graves of the undead animals Maxine had reanimated. Maxine pointed out that the "tattoos" were a map to "The Red Place," from which their powers originated. A bigoted neighbor caught Cliff and led him around by the back of the neck. Maxine turned his arm into that of a bird, which proved quite painful, and lasted until Ellen convinced her daughter to reverse the effect. Buddy told his wife to call Detective Krenshaw to help smooth over the neighbor problem, while he and Maxine would have to travel to the Red Place for answers. With the guidance of local animals, father and daughter found their way to the universe of meat and blood called "The Red." Meanwhile, the Hunters Three erupted from hippos at a zoo to devour and assume human form in search of "the avatar."

"The Hunt Part Two: Maps" was by Jeff Lemire and Travel Foreman. It was another solid issue advancing an intriguing storyline with nice art, but now I've got the Yeah Yeah Yeahs stuck in my head. "Ma-a-a-a-ps, wait! They don't love you like I love you..."

New 52's Day
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