For awhile there, it seemed like all we covered in this column was first issues. Then we got back into looking at minis and other self-published stuff. And now we’re whiplashing back to looking at a whole bunch of first issues again. Because I really do have this over-arching need to keep you folks off-balance, I guess. Anyway, we’ve got for of ’em to check out this week, so here we go :
Sea Of Stars #1 comes to us courtesy of Image Comics, writers Jason Aaron and Dennis (Hopeless) Hallum, and artist Stephen Green. Anybody with half a brain probably steers clear of Aaron’s creator-owned stuff at this point (what happened to Southern Bastards? Or The Goddamned?), but I have a full brain, and so I picked this up — and walked away from it pretty glad that I did. An “all-ages” sort of thing about a father-son interstellar salvage crew that becomes as physically separated as they are mentally and emotionally following the untimely passing of their wife/mother and a subsequent catastrophe that befalls their ship, this was a brisk read loaded with fun and energetic art, cool concepts, and plenty of, as the kids say, “feels.” If it sticks to a regular publication schedule, that’d be nice, as this reasonably refreshing twist on being, quite literally, “lost in space” was a nice enough way to spend 20 minutes and four dollars.
Postal : Deliverance #1 from Image and Top Cow brings us back to the so-called “Edenverse” for the first time in far too long, with creator Matt Hawkins sitting on the sidelines and handing full reins over to writer Bryan Hill and artist Raffaele Ienco. A fair amount of time appears to have passed since last we saw our principal players, but “deposed” mayor Laura looks to be having trouble keeping a low profile while on the lam, her Asperger’s-afflicted son Mark doesn’t seem to be taking too much to either assuming her former job or to marriage and fatherhood, and there’s a new bad-ass come to his “off-the-grid” colony for ex-cons determined to make his presence felt by any means necessary. Ienco’s art is stunning, the story keeps you turning the pages, and while there’s pretty much zero on offer here to entice new readers, grizzled vets such as myself are sure to have a blast with this one.
Lois Lane #1 wasn’t a comic I was expecting to pick up, much less like, but Greg Rucka can spin an espionage yarn/crime thriller like no one else not named Brubaker, and this turned out to be a timely, topical read. “Superman’s Girlfriend” is, of course, now his wife, and while she’s taking on the Trump administration (not that it’s ever explicitly named as such) over running privatized border “detention facilities” for a profit, she’s got the Rene Montoya iteration of The Question out hunting down on an even bigger lead. Artist Mike Perkins does a nice job invoking the aesthetic of Lee Bermejo with his own twist, the characterization is solid across the board, the suspense is fairly palpable — hell, this is just a really good comic. Can’t say that about too many DC titles these days.
Doom Patrol : Weight Of The Worlds, which arrives in our hands courtesy of their Young Animal imprint, is another one you can say it about, though. I thought the last run of this series devolved into utter nonsense pretty quickly, but maybe Gerard Way taking on Jeremy Lambert as co-writer helps here, since this comic has a solid core premise (the team is tooling around the cosmos in Danny the Ambulance looking to help/for trouble), a well-defined core cast of characters (with Jane running the show!), and some intriguing subplots (humanity isn’t agreeing with Cliff all that well, as it turns out). I miss Nick Derington on art, sure, but he’s still doing the covers, and James Harvey isn’t just an adequate replacement, he’s plenty awesome in his own right — just check out his multi-page homage to the famous “this would be a good death” scene from Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns if you require any proof of that assertion. I wasn’t counting on this being all that great, but great it was, and I can’t wait to see where this “season” goes.
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