A propos of Butt Is It Art below, this weekend I read All-Star Batman & Robin #3.
I am going to go so far as to say that this book dethrones Skateman #1 as worst comic by comic legends who should know better.
People who didn't suck on All-Star Batman & Robin #3: Jared K. Fletcher, letterer.
Jim Lee and Scott Williams draw some nice fish and an excellent sea turtle, but everything else non-human is serviceable and the human figures are ridiculous, particularly Black Canary and Clark Kent, who's drawn bursting out of his clothes to the extent that no onlooker could possibly fail to deduce that he's Superman.
But, of course, like Skateman, the special awfulness of this comic is left to the writer to carry. Henceforth, he shall be known as The Zombie Frank Miller, because he's clearly not the same guy who wrote The Dark Knight Returns and Daredevil: Born Again. The Zombie Frank Miller has flushed the tattered remnants of his reputation down the glory hole, finishing up the job he started with The Dark Knight Strikes Again.
The book opens with a fifteen-page scene introducing Black Canary, eleven of which are an inundating flood of Busiek hash.
I am tolerably certain that no one has ever flirted with a woman by calling her "love chunks" or "sweet chunks", which is the kind of deaf ear for colloquial speech that presses The Zombie Frank Miller down until he's a peer of Bob "Teen Titans" Haney.
The remaining seven pages of the issue simply remind us that Batman is a dangerous and unlikeable pedophile, then tell us that Superman knows this and is coming for him. Yay. What a great superhero comic! It makes me totally not want to slit my wrists!
Frankly, in a result that purely astonishes me, The Zombie Frank Miller has managed to move into my "don't buy--always dissatisfies" category.
Posted by Greg at January 9, 2006 10:37 AM