A comic book series is a lot like a television show. The plan is often to keep churning out episodes and keep the premise going until the thing simply jumps the shark and no one cares any longer. Rarely is a popular series with high sales revenue retired. When the creative team that gave a book a strong run quits or otherwise leaves, the natural maneuver is to implant a different creative team and hope no one notices.
Here's a fun fact: We always notice.
World's Finest Comics, as you may have noticed over the past few months, were hardly the world's finest comics. It never had a particularly strong run, but it had Superman and Batman in it, so at least it was a figurative restaurant in a good location.
But see if you can tell at exactly what point the book started winding down:
Null and Void? Surely even the most casual comics reader remembers Null and Void?
Tonatiuh? Doesn't that sound like an awesome super-foe? Move over, Galactus!
The Moondancers? Who, I presume, are now available for bachelor parties and fraternity beer bashes?
What about Zeta? You know, he was part of the Pantheon? Who was the Pantheon? I honestly couldn't make it through the three issues it took to tell me who they were or why I should care.
But as you can see, the series was starting to sag. To the best of my knowledge, none of these awful villains ever saw the light of day again. If I find out to the contrary, I'll let you know, because I know I don't want to miss an appearance of the Moondancers!
It's not like I'm that hard to please, either. Consider:
I don't care if the pages inside are blank. I can tell you that, based on the merits of the cover alone, this is one bitchin' comic.
See you tomorrow!