Variant Covers: Hellboy Does It Doggy Style!
Hellboy does it doggy style? Jesus Christ, I’m not even trying anymore. And I have the gall to attack Mark Millar! Whatever, fuck me. Welcome to this week’s rundown of the comic books I’m most likely pulling tomorrow. Bringing home, covered in a brown paper bag. Then, more than likely, reading under a pile of Cheez-It crumbs, my body slathered in euphoria. Get some!
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Captain America #611
Shit stays real for Bucky this week! After getting exposed as the Communist son of a bitch, the Winter Soldier, by Baron Zemo, Jimmy has to stand trial. Does it matter that he was brainwashed? I suppose we’ll find out in the forthcoming storyline. Captain America seems to always be about an the struggle to make amends with the past. Whether we have Stevey helming the shield or Bucky, both of them seem continuously consumed by a past they either never experienced, or sinned upon.
Of course, in true comic book fashion, this sort of relatable internal struggle is made super-external through various comic tropes. Falling into an ocean and being frozen alive, or being the pawn of a nefarious agency. I’m hoping that at some point in his run as Captain America, Bucky gets to more than juggle his anxiety at owning a title that was previously his mentor’s, and his guilt at his actions as the Winter Soldier. Is that his defining point as a Captain America?
It’s not that I mind it, but rather I’m interested in seeing Brubaker carve out a legacy for Bucky as Captain America outside of those two extentuating circumstances. Dude has a robot arm, and wields a gun. I mean, that’s a hell of a start to a legacy. Let’s get a smidge past the brooding, before the Captain America movie (presumably) forces the position back to default.
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Fantastic Four #584
Benjamin Grimm and Henry McCoy both suffer under the same continual cocktease: that of being able to regain their human form. Whether it’s sloughing off a body cast of shitty orange stone, or ditching the claws and feline attributes for something a bit more hairless, the two poor dudes are perpetually enticed by this possibility. Well, tomorrow it seems that Ben is going to get the ability to push the flesh. Detailed a couple of issues back, Reed’s little think tank of young geniuses found a way for Grimm to regain human form for a week a year.
It’s only going to end in tears, folks. Tears.
Hickman’s F4 is continuously fantastic – puns a-fucking-hoy! But seriously. It’s as wondrous as it is insightful, and as epic as it is rooted in heart. As both a dork, a philosophy nerd, and a fan of narrative, it milks all my important glands.
Also from Marvel: New issues of Secret Avengers and Avengers to munch on. As much as I malign Bendis’ recent work, Scarlet aside, I’ve enjoyed his time-bending introductory arc to the relaunched Avengers.
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Beasts of Burden/Hellboy
I caught onto Beasts of Burden via a strong push by the peoples over at Comics Alliance. I’ve yet to read it, though it’s been safely ensconced in my bookmarks folder for a while now. Good lord, and e’gads! I only have so much god damn time/money/concentration left in these faulting synapses of mine. But this week, I’m snapping up the Beasts of Burden/Hellboy crossover. I’m hoping my virgin Beasts experience won’t be tainted by lack of knowledge pertaining to the universe, but we’ll see.
I’ve been on a huge Mignola kick lately, with Baltimore: Plague Ships being about as much carefree fun as you can get in a comic book. So here’s hoping his teaming up with Beasts writer Evan Dorkin can continue the run. The artwork is courtesy of Beasts penciler Jill Thompson, and from what I’ve seen from the previews of Beasts of Burden and this issue, it appears both tasty and delicious. That’s my utterly depthless insight into this title.
File under: hopeful, moderately-blind buy.
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Superman: Earth One
Earth One is a line of stand-alone graphic novels that DC’s ushering into existence. They are functioning like the Distinguished Competition’s equivalent of Marvel’s Ultimate universe, imagining the origin stories of characters such as Superman in modern times. Well then! We’ll see how that goes.
First up is Superman: Earth One. Penned by J. Michael Straczynski, with art by Shane Davis. I’m skeptical. I’m particularly skeptical since the son of a bitch runs $13.99 at most places. For someone like me on a budget, that’s a lot to invest in something that’s even mediocre. I haven’t been sold on J. Michael in a while, especially since his current run on Superman failed to inspire anything within me.
If anything, they’ll win me over on this on sheer curiosity alone. When I was relating to my brother that fact that I wasn’t really feeling this graphic novel, his response was simple. “But Ian, it’s Superman. Wearing a hood.” To which, of course, I responded, “So?” He remained steadfast. “It’s Superman. Wearing a hood!”
I don’t know what the fuck it says about me, but somehow it worked. I’m now intrigued. Just the curiosity at seeing how J. Mikey introduces Clark into this world has me fighting the urge to plunk the money down.
It’s Superman. In a hood.
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Action Comics #894
Death becomes Metropolis! When DC announced that they were folding the Vertigo universe back into mainstream DC, I puked a little bit. But this month, we get to see the potential of such a development. Every moody fanboy and fangirl’s favorite, Death from Sandman chats up Lex Luthor. Billed as a look into the mind of Luthor, as well as an introspection on what Death means in the DC universe, fuck, mark me down as intrigued by a second DC comic book this week.
It’s Death! In the DC Universe! Time for all the emo kids to die their hair black, punch some poetry via keyboard into their Macbook, and talk about how down they are, in a Facebook status update in celebration! Woot, woot!
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There’s my idiocy-soaked list. What are you guys checking out this week?