Sunday, January 02, 2011

Four Color Frustrations

In my "Muslim Batman" post from Friday, I mentioned how my monthly consumption of comics has dwindled of late to a mere trickle after a double digit diet of books every month for almost twenty years.  In addition to being prompted by financial concerns, another motivating factor in this exodus has been what I feel is a rapid decline in the quality of output from the mainstream (read: superhero) publishers, with Marvel and DC both neck-and-neck in what seems like a race to the bottom. Still, like a bad breakup, I can't bring myself to walk away entirely from the hobby I've loved so much for so long, which is why I still poke my head in and check out articles like this countdown of the 5 Worst Comics of 2010.  Some I've read, some I haven't, but all are pretty darn depressing.  Their number one pick in particular -- writer J. Michael Straczynski's listless, meandering storyline about the newly-douchebaggish Superman (see above) "finding himself" on a cross country walk -- managed, in a single, self-righteous bound, the nigh-inconceivable feat of putting the brakes on an uninterrupted two decade run buying Superman comics.  Talk about Kryptonite.

2 comments:

Ed Sanders said...

I agree...

Mr. Boy said...

The part with Rogue and the part where Superman goes off about this neighborhood, that neighborhood, over HERE and over THERE had me in stitches!