In which I go Andy Rooney on you, courtesy of World's Finest #207-209
I think one of the best things that has happened to comics in the last 10 years is toning things down just a bit:
Considering Supes and Bats see each other all the time, that was a pretty emotional muttering. That's like ripping your garments and shrieking your mailman's name.
This sort of thing gets on my last nerve:
I hate it when dialogue carries over like that. I mean, what happened in between the butt-kicking and the actual placement in jail? Did Robotman just leave the sentence dangling until he got them booked? Did he say anything and then start the sentence again? Did he shush the bad guys if they tried to talk in between the two events?
Hawkman has been re-vamped and recreated more than any character that immediately comes to mind. I like the current incarnation quite a bit, but I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for Silver Age Katar Hol.
But one thing always bugs me, no matter which Hawkman we're talking about:
The wings are fake, but they always seem to be growing out of his shoulder blades. You can tell the artists don't really worry about it, but the colorist is left wondering where the wing ends and the shoulder begins. And it always looks kinda gross.
Speaking of unsettling, check this out:
Hey, kids! Buy this toy and act out your serial killer fantasies! Two guesses why this toy didn't exactly eclipse Lego's in popularity.
See you tomorrow!