And so it begins…
This week, I found myself surprisingly excited for Justice League #1 … and that’s kind of weird. If you read my teary-eyed, rage-filled rant over the New 52 when it was announced a couple of months ago, then you know I was heartbroken and angry. DCnu? What? I didn’t want new. I wanted the old stuff—the good stuff. The stuff that got me into this publisher in the first place. My Wonder Woman and my Catwoman, my Birds and my Bats. Except that DC claimed that the old stuff was NOT good stuff anymore (despite all their earlier statements otherwise), and they now needed something new and fresh. You, dear comics fans—you, who have loyally and perhaps misguidedly been there from the very beginning, were being told it was time to let go … again. The search for “new readership” deems that we also become readers of the new.
So I ranted and raved and pissed and moaned, and got myself all worked up over this like the fangirl that I am, because hey—I care about these characters. And frankly, it didn’t feel like DC cared as much as I do.
But that’s kind of silly, right? Of course they care. It might not feel that way on occasion—when you are reading about gimmick after gimmick, event book after event book, tie-in after pointless tie-in, you kind of start to question the ideologies behind these companies, don’t you? Are they doing these things because they genuinely think it makes for a better story, or is it solely about being a big business—a bit of a heartless machine? Well, it’s a combination of both, and that can sometimes cause the line to blur. But at the end of the day, the people behind the scenes live and breathe comics the same way that we do, and I am trying hard to give them the benefit of the doubt. They seem pretty excited about it.
So I want to be excited for this, too. I want it to work. I want it to be good, and FUN.
Some of you—many of you—hopefully attended the midnight release of Flashpoint #5 and Justice League #1. I won’t be getting my copies until late tonight, so it’ll be a few hours yet before I can form some thoughts on the debut of this initiative, but the excitement is there. It’s hard not to be after getting texted at quarter to 8:00 this morning with a lovely spoiler from my friend Phil (thanks a lot).
(Skip over these images if you don’t want to be spoiler’d. Really.)
<Update: Deleted! He’s had enough embarrassment.>
I’m the one in the green, obviously. Please ignore my friend’s deplorable use of grammar and punctuation.
So, yeah. It’s 2:30, which means I have another four and a half hours or so before I can get to the comic shop. I’m excited and I’m giving this a chance. I hope it doesn’t let me down.