COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (25 April 2022)

Your reminder that comic book covers can be awesome, Batwoman edition:

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Catching up with crime comics – part 2

Welcome to another round of quick impressions about recent crime comics!

If your definition of crime fiction accommodates horror-like gore and sadism, then these are exciting times, as serial killers remain a very popular trope (although by now everyone uses them with at least the tip of their tongue lodged in their cheek).

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For my money, the biggest shocker has been Maniac of New York, which has already given us two cool mini-series (the first one was collected as The Death Train, the second one wrapped up last month). I only knew Elliott Kalan from my favorite podcast, The Flop House, and as the head writer for The Daily Show with Jon Stewart back in the day, so I was pleasantly surprised to see him comfortably shift gears from comedy to a badass thriller that merges slasher horror with police procedural (and, yes, with a fair bit of humor as well).

The series’ high concept is that, for years, New York has been the stage of so many killing sprees by a masked maniac (a la Jason Voorhees) that this has come to be accepted as just another violent feature of city life, to the point where the task force assigned to these cases is now minimal and underbudgeted. It’s like you’re jumping straight into a later sequel from a derivative franchise, so you can piece the backstory together in your mind based on any Halloween or Friday the 13th movie – or any of their countless rip-offs – you may have come across in the past.

More than the likable-if-clichéd characters, what pushes Maniac of New York beyond a solid genre entry is the way the comic cleverly engages with the geography, sociology, and politics of the NYC location, boasting a clear influence from the original The Taking of Pelham One Two Three (which Kalan has often claimed to be his favorite film). Gentrification, systemic racism, and the priorities of the police union aren’t merely acknowledged – they’re worked into the core of the story. You can see this from the outset (including in a key plot point that macabrely anticipated last week’s massacre), but the second mini, The Bronx Is Burning, took things to new satirical levels as it moved the blade-wielding action to a corporate private school (the Maniac Safety Guidelines leaflet in the backmatter of the first issue is absolutely priceless).

As if this wasn’t enough, Andrea Mutti’s watercolors give the whole thing a super-moody look that’s very hard to resist:

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With a more hardcore approach to psychological horror, last year cult creator Ed Piskor put out the first four issues of Red Room (meanwhile collected as The Antisocial Network), a twisted anthology about snuff channels in the dark web.

Each issue features a standalone tale set in the same universe (and presumably building into some sort of wider meta-narrative) focused on different people involved in the red room websites: from the killers to the victims and their relatives, from the viewers to the software developers, from the mobsters running the business to the cops trying to close it down. The most fascinating aspect of this series, for me at least, is its concern with the logistics of the whole thing, trying to imagine how such an underworld could actually operate and stay clear of law enforcement, including by carefully navigating the darkest corners of the internet (something that also plays a role in A Righteous Thirst for Vengeance, as mentioned in my other post).

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Red Room #1

The artwork is a tour-de-force. As you can see in the scan above, part of the comic simulates computer screens that include not only snapshots from the videos, but also the fan community’s sick comments (which are even more unsettling). The imagery – on and off the diegetic screens – is horrifically grotesque and disturbing, although the cartooniness and lack of color help tone down the intensity. In fact, even if you’re not into torture porn, you may find yourself appreciating Ed Piskor’s impressively detailed rendering and forceful expressionism. (And sure, it may sound somewhat perverse to enjoy the aesthetics of hyper-violence in a comic about the moral implications of sadistic voyeurism, but the appeal here is precisely how over-the-top everything looks, as opposed to capturing realistic pain…)

Although Red Room wears the influence of 1950s’ EC titles on its sleeve (particularly in issue #4), there is a more recent lineage at play:  Piskor’s drawing style – along with the sensationalist content and the filthy humor – make this a worthy successor to a specific tradition of taboo-breaking underground comix. Many of the pages could’ve been swiped from a Robert Crumb sketchbook…

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Red Room #1

The other recent black & white indie series about serial killers was Terry Moore’s Serial, which unleashed a bunch of psychopathic murderers and sexual predators on each other. While the approach is way less lurid and nightmarish than the one in Red Room (and less likely to make readers feel dirty inside just by looking at the pages), the 10-issue Serial goes into its own dark territory: at first, most of the people dying seemed utterly despicable, so their killings encouraged our affective complicity and sense of catharsis in a more conventional way, but in the final issues the balance began to shift (and the ending leaves the door open for a possible sequel, so who knows how much bloodshed lies still ahead…).

The intriguing protagonists and the cat-and-mouse shenanigans are enough to make Serial a gripping read, even if I wish it would’ve gone further in its exploration of post-#metoo vengeance, a la Promising Young Woman. Still, although the final product probably won’t leave as lasting an impression as Red Room, Moore’s pace and mise en scène are, as always, a delight.

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Serial #4

For an even more balls-to-the-wall take on the concept of pitting multiple psychos against each other, we also got Vinyl, Doug Wagner’s and Daniel Hillyard’s thematic follow-up to 2017’s Plastic. Like their previous collaboration (which gets a brief mention near the end of this mini-series), this is another Ennis-ian black comedy in which a deranged killer turns out to be the most sympathetic figure – except that this time around he joins forces with a couple of FBI agents against a creepy female death cult. That is the general thrust of the story, but there are also a dozen overcrowded subplots, all leading up to mayhem, as the book operates on the odd principle that lunatics all know each other and admire each other’s work. There’s basically a whole underground community of mass murderers, like in that brilliant issue of The Sandman (‘Collectors’) where the characters found themselves in a serial killer convention.

The result is a confusing yet lively mess, less scary than goofy… and very, very bloody. Wagner and Hillyard form quite a team (they were also behind The Ride: Burning Desire, one of my favorite comics of 2020), with the latter’s slick designs and precise angles restraining the former’s caustic ideas. And if Plastic had a relatively grim palette by Laura Martin, Vinyl is well served by vibrant, sexy colors, courtesy of Dave Stewart.

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Vinyl #1

(With a very similar tone – and also asking us to root for a psycho killer – last year we also got a reboot of Jennifer Blood that is still going strong, as I discussed a couple of months ago…)

Perhaps as a result of the post-George Floyd backlash against copaganda, Vinyl and Maniac of New York were among the few crime comics in the past year to actually feature heroic protagonists working for law enforcement (although MoNY makes a point to show that its lead isn’t necessarily representative of the rest of the police force).

In turn, the infatuation with private detectives operating by their own personal codes and with their own allegiances and priorities is as alive as ever (as seen in Newburn and Aloma, for example). Another alternative that’s still kicking is the trope of amateur detectives, which brings me to one of 2021’s oddest books:

tyler bossDead Dog’s Bite

Dead Dog’s Bite revolves around a teen investigating her best friend’s disappearance, somewhere in Middle America, and gradually unearthing a mind-boggling conspiracy. Writer-artist Tyler Boss nails the quirky indie feeling of youthful alienation and witty sarcasm, complemented by an amusing take on small-town dynamics, reminding readers that crime can also be a feature of life outside the big cities. That said, there is a Rod Serling-esque, fourth-wall-breaking narrator whose occasional appearances imbue the comic with a creepy, surrealist dimension that brings it closer to Twin Peaks than to Mare of Easttown.

I’m probably making it sound more derivative than it is… We’ve seen many of these elements before, but Dead Dog’s Bite is put together with a distinctive voice and, while it doesn’t quite stick the landing, it is well worth the ride. Honestly, with a stronger ending, this could’ve been a major contender for Gotham Calling’s book of the year, not least because of Boss’ flair for offbeat layouts and angles:

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Sadly, not every crime comic has been as smart or as imaginative as these. Still, while they’re not as impressive, devoted genre fans may also wish to check out Miles to Go (B. Clay Moore’s and Stephen Molnar’s rushed soap opera about super-assassins), Search for Hu (a tribute to John Woo with kinetic artwork by Rubine), or Casual Fling (a thriller about extramarital sex gone wrong that also features the dark web as a key plot piece).

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Next time around, we’re going to Texas!

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (18 April 2022)

A sci-fi reminder that comic book covers can be awesome:

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On Blackgate Penitentiary

Prison stories are basically their own genre, what with the dangerous, claustrophobic environment, the parallel rules of life in a world of outlaws, full of both comradery and suspicion, and the occasional trope of elaborate escape plots (which are kind of reverse-heist tales). For many, I suspect, there is a thrill that comes from accessing a place that’s designed to be invisible to most of society, but these stories can also be a way to reflect and comment on the most unfair and dehumanizing features of the whole justice system.

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This genre is able to accommodate much crosspollination. In cinema, masterpieces include overlaps with film noir (Jules Dassin’s Brute Force, Joseph Losey’s The Criminal), social realism (Héctor Babenco’s Carandiru, Steve McQueen’s Hunger, Jacques Audiard’s A Prophet), and WWII-themed black comedies (Billy Wilder’s Stalag 17, Peter Lord’s and Nick Park’s Chicken Run).

In comics, prison yarns range from the gritty Tyler Cross: Angola to the hilarious Kaijumax series (which, as the title suggests, is about a maximum-security prison for kaiju monsters!), not to mention the countless times we got to follow the Punisher behind bars. Brian Azzarello wrote strong prison arcs in both Hellblazer and 100 Bullets. Steve Gerber turned incarceration into a brilliant metaphor for high school life in Hard Time. Kelly Sue DeConnick did an awesome sci-fi riff on women-in-prison exploitation, with Bitch Planet. John Ostrander came up with a typically surreal take in Grimjack #73-74, where inmates served multiple life sentences as they reincarnated and were incarcerated for crimes committed in past lives.

Gotham City has its own prison, the Alcatraz-inspired Blackgate Penitentiary, which is predictably violent and overcrowded. Even before it was properly identified as Blackgate, there were a couple of remarkable tales set there. One of them was ‘When the Inmates Run the Madhouse!’ (Detective Comics #489, cover-dated April 1980), in which Commissioner Gordon single-handedly squashed a riot. The other, ‘Blind Justice… Blind Fear!’ (Detective Comics #421, March 1972), is somehow even more hardboiled… Written and illustrated by the underrated Frank Robbins, it deals with a failed prison break that results in a hostage situation involving five guards and two inmates. Batman breaks into prison to rescue one of the hostages, Carlton Quayle, a former assistant D.A. who can help expose the city’s corruption at the highest level. Inside, however, the Dark Knight finds himself wrapped in racial tension:

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It was only in the 1990s that Blackgate became more than just a generic prison. ‘The Hungry Grass!’ (Detective Comics #629) gave it a name and a backstory: built in the late nineteen hundreds, condemned by Amnesty International, ‘its history reads like an Edgar Allan Poe novel.’ The Ventriloquist often ended up there, despite receiving instructions from a wooden puppet, which you’d think would make him more fit for Arkham Asylum (don’t get me wrong, I love this choice: it conveys the notion that *everyone* in Gotham is at least a bit off anyway, so apparently having a killer dummy as an alter ego isn’t enough for the courts to consider you criminally insane). The hardass warden, Victor Zerhard, became a recurring character.

This is a corner of Gotham City I’m quite fond of. It gives us a continuation of previous stories, after Batman and/or Robin caught the crooks, thus creating a more fully fleshed-out world where the villains exist beyond their encounters with the Dynamic Duo – and where minor foes (and henchmen) even get to interact with each other, thus further interlinking different stories. Moreover, there is something comically sadistic about taking colorful criminals and shoving them in a drab prison environment, where their idiosyncrasies suddenly look especially pathetic.

The first story to make full use of this setting’s black comedy potential was ‘Madmen Across the Water’ (which first came out in the anthology series Showcase ’94 #3-4 and it has been collected in the book Tales of the Batman: Tim Sale). In this sidestory to the Knightfall saga going on in the main titles, a handful of rogues from Arkham are temporarily transferred to Blackgate island after the asylum’s destruction, including Poison Ivy, Two-Face, the Scarecrow, the Riddler, Amygdala, and the serial killer Cornelius Stirk, as well as a couple of kooky new additions: the suicidal Jim Paul Sarter and the delusional Doctor Faustus (‘He claims to be immortal, though our records show him to be 43’). Needless to say, the rogues’ caustic behavior doesn’t sit well with Warden Zerhardt, nor do they get along with the regular Blackgate inmates.

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‘Madmen across the Water’ is such a nice example of how amusingly twisted things can get in the world of Batman comics. The wonderful team of writer Alan Grant and artist Tim Sale keep the gags coming, culminating in a bizarre game of softball. At one point, someone compliments Cornelius Stirk on his pitching skills, to which he replies: ‘They’re well-exercised, those muscles. That’s my stabbing arm, you know!’ (Soon afterwards, Grant wrote a more straightforward action thriller set in Blackgate, in Shadow of the Bat #33.)

One character whose history is intrinsically tied with prison fiction is Bane. Indeed, after having crafted one hell of a prison yarn in the original Vengeance of Bane one-shot – about Bane’s childhood in Santa Prisca’s prison of Peña Duro – Chuck Dixon and Graham Nolan did a cool sequel about the character’s life in Blackgate (following his defeat at the hands of Batman in the Knightfall story arc).

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In 1995’s Vengeance of Bane II: The Redemption, this villain – who is much more interesting in Dixon’s books than in the movies (he’s a polyglot chess master genius with eidetic memory as well as a physical powerhouse) – has to negotiate his place among inmates such as the Ratcatcher and the KGBeast while still struggling with a cold turkey detox from his addiction to the drug known as ‘venom.’

In a neat bit of fan-pleasing continuity, Dixon brings in some of the eccentric characters he had previously introduced in Batman comics, including the inept psychiatrist Simpson Flanders and the electricity-powered criminal Elmo Galvan (whose origin you can see in the first scan of this post). Yet the script – and Nolan’s art, inked by Eduardo Barreto and colored by Adrienne Roy – treats the story like a straight-up crime drama, even if discretely winking at the audience, thus living up to that longstanding comics tradition of turning harsh sociopolitical issues into tasteless entertainment (which is, after all, the whole formula behind the Caped Crusader’s war on crime). The result at times feels like a quirkier version of Don Siegel’s Escape from Alcatraz – there is even a similar instance of mouse-based communication!

Dixon then took the genre mash-up even further in the one-shot Blackgate: Hatred’s Home.

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This one is hands-down my favorite Blackgate tale. Batman sets the grisly tone early on by claiming that in a lot of ways the inmates on Blackgate Island are as dangerous as the ones in Arkham Asylum: ‘There’re more of them and they’re not crippled by dementia.’ The high concept here is that Arthur ‘Cluemaster’ Brown and Garfield ‘Firefly’ Lynns are preparing a major breakout, so the Caped Crusader infiltrates the prison in order to foil their plans. The thing is that we don’t know who Batman is posing as, so the story is essentially structured like a mystery full of red herrings.

That said, most of the fun comes from watching a bunch of Z-list villains dealing with prison life and backstabbing each other at every turn. The issue is populated not only by the usual inmates (Ratcatcher and the KGBeast show up again), but also by every lame villain who ever showed up in a Dixon comic, from Liam ‘Gunhawk’ Hawkleigh (of Detective Comics #674-675) to Phillip ‘Dragoncat’ Parsons (of Robin #21-22), from Actuary (of Detective Comics #683-684) to Steeljacket (of Robin #13), from the Trigger Twins (of Detective Comics #667-669) to Cap’n Fear (of Detective Comics #687-688). The great penciller Joe Staton, inked by James A. Hodgkins, is then tasked with helping readers identify these rogues while out of their distinctive costumes – a task made even more challenging by the fact that colorist John Kalisz drenches the pages in oppressive shadows.

Indeed, although Blackgate: Hatred’s Home is technically a standalone story (with a few references to Vengeance of Bane II), you’ll get more out of it the more familiar you are with Batman comics from the early-to-mid-nineties. Dixon sure liked his cross-continuity – and, to be fair, he was damn good at it! In fact, he continued to use Blackgate in several of his other projects…

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When it came to the Cataclysm crossover, however, it was Doug Moench who got to pen the Blackgate tie-in, for some reason. In this downbeat event, Gotham City was devastated by an earthquake and the special Blackgate: Isle of Men showed the impact on the prison. The result is as chaotic as you’d expect – besides the quake, the staff end up facing a tsunami, a mutiny, and a prison break! (The prisoners who manage to escape go on to feature in the action-packed one-shot Huntress/Spoiler: Blunt Trauma.)

Written by Moench and drawn by Jim Aparo – with tight inks by David Roach and colors by Pat Garrahy – Isle of Men may not be the greatest exploration of the Blackgate corner of Batman comics, but it is worth a read due to a nice hook: at the heart of the story is Jared Manx, a prisoner who was waiting to be executed when the earthquake struck and who now takes the opportunity to try to prove once and for all that he is an upstanding citizen.

batman comics prisonBlackgate: Isle of Men

Chuck Dixon didn’t stay away for long. Cataclysm was followed by another major crossover: the extended No Man’s Land storyline, in which post-quake Gotham City is cut off from the rest of the country. A desperate Dark Knight then lets the authoritarian vigilante Lock-Up temporarily run the prison with an iron fist…

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Of course, it’s only a matter of time until all this power rises to Lock-Up’s head and he goes too far, so in the kickass Nightwing three-parter ‘The Belly of the Beast/Nothing But Time/Escape from Blackgate’ (#35-37) it’s up to Batman’s former sidekick to take the power back.

The result is wall-to-wall action – via the ultra-dynamic pencils of Scott McDaniel, with thick inks by Karl Story – as Nightwing has to fight all the usual cast of oddball inmates, plus a handful of interchangeable Z-listers Dixon had introduced in the meantime, with names like Monsoon, Tumult, and Dynamiteer. There is even a classic Dixon sequence in which a bunch of characters find themselves in a rigidly confined space (the prison’s cellar) desperately struggling against time to get out.

In turn, the next big crossover, Bruce Wayne: Murderer?, was a wasted opportunity. In this 2002 event – Batman comics’ answer to the O.J. Simpson trial – Bruce is accused of murdering his ex-girlfriend and is sent to Blackgate Penitentiary to await trial.

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(You know it’s an Ed Brubaker comic because the protagonist explicitly tells you what he is feeling.)

Sure, the issue mines the drama you can get from having Bruce Wayne in prison without wanting to reveal himself as Batman… But the story never goes beyond the obvious hooks. Instead of having Bruce tip his hand by beating up other prisoners, it would’ve been nicer to see him take control, somehow, cleverly manipulating his surroundings while drawing on the knowledge he already has about the prison and its inmates. Hell, there isn’t even anything to distinguish Blackgate from any other prison, since the inmates are just a collection of stereotypes (skinheads, street gangs…) instead of stripped-down versions of Gotham’s eccentric criminal underworld, like in Dixon’s comics. The result is one of those Batman tales that takes itself so seriously that it forgets to be fun.

Linked to this crossover, Greg Rucka did write a couple of strong issues (Detective Comics #767 and #772) about Bruce’s bodyguard – Sasha Bordeaux – in Blackgate, but, likewise, there was nothing special about this version of the setting. It was just another generic prison. The problem, of course, is that prisons are horrible, depressing places, so approaching Blackgate realistically – rather than like an offshoot of Gotham’s distorted reality – creates a much more downbeat experience, one that inevitably casts Batman (who spends his life sending people to prison) in a much more negative, unheroic light.

Then again, you can go too far in the opposite direction. Blackgate was a key setting in 2013’s Arkham War, where Bane made the penitentiary his headquarters and its inmates his army in an attempt to conquer Gotham, which had recently been taken over by Arkham’s rogues. Despite introducing a promising new warden, Agatha Zorbato, this comic is utter dreck. Among its many flaws is the approach to Blackgate, which doesn’t come across as a prison at all, but more like an island where a bunch of assorted villains happen to hang out (in full costume!) and whose main contribution to the story is that it harbors a secret basement with cryogenically frozen assassins.

Thus, after a prelude drawn by Graham Nolan (shamelessly evoking much better Bane comics), writer Peter Tomasi and artist Scot Eaton manage to both miss the point of prison’s levelling effect (these criminals basically look and act the same as they did outside) and impose a whole new dehumanizing layer through their own storytelling (by treating all these different people as a single evil mindless horde).

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I still think Blackgate Penitentiary has great potential, both as an interesting setting in its own right and as a provocative vehicle to occasionally recontextualize the Dark Knight’s mission. It makes sense to treat it as a prison bursting through the seams with weird criminals, since the fact that Gotham City is full of weird crime lies at the basis of Batman comics in the first place (just like the fact that Mega-City One is full of dumb assholes lies at the basis of Judge Dredd comics), presenting its heroes as an extreme/goofy response to an extreme/goofy problem.

I wish creators would continue to use Blackgate in clever, amusing ways, like they did in the 1990s. Hey, since it is set in the DCU anyway, why not have it become part of Lex Luthor’s prison-industrial complex, bringing in Batman’s rogues gallery to further develop the satirical premise recently introduced in Wonder Twins?

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (11 April 2022)

Because old crime series are also cool, this week’s reminder that comics can be awesome is a tribute to the amusing covers of 1940s’ and 1950s’ Real Clue Crime Stories:

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Catching up with crime comics – part 1

In the past decade, the small screen has excelled in engrossingly dramatizing capitalism, from the inner workings of corporations in Mad Men, Succession, and Halt and Catch Fire to the parallels – and connections – to organized crime in Better Call Saul, Ozark, and StartUp. Martin Scorsese, after shooting stockbrokers like a variation of gangsters in The Wolf of Wall Street, depicted the history of American big business, racketeering, and political power as one and the same in The Irishman. To be sure, the notion of crime syndicates as basically companies and conglomerates isn’t new… In cinema, for instance, it can be found in classic film noir (Force of Evil), in old B-movies (Flight to Hong Kong), and in avant-garde thrillers (Point Blank). Yet it fascinates me that a growing interest in the dynamics of modern work and business models has led to such a stimulating boost in crime fiction.

That the overworld has become the new underworld isn’t an entirely shocking development, since crime yarns have their own aristocratic lineage (as Ernest Mandel put it in his thought-provoking book Delightful Murder, the fair-play mysteries perfected by Agatha Christie already signalled their origins, as the art of the clean subterfuge is the quintessence of British upper-class ideology). That said, you don’t have to be a cultural historian to look at the 2008 global financial crisis as an obvious turning point in terms of drawing attention to the overlap between legal and illegal forms of swindling and extorsion (it didn’t take long for veteran director Johnnie To to poignantly capture this intersection, in Life Without Principle).

As far as comic books go, these are also prolific times, with creators putting interesting spins on various storytelling traditions. With that in mind, I thought it’d be fun to do a balance of the crime scene in comics and see how they’ve been tapping into the current zeitgeist, from cybercrime to the gig economy. So this is the first of a new irregular series of posts catching up with recent crime comics.

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One the best two ongoing crime series I’ve been keeping up with is A Righteous Thirst for Vengeance, which follows a man who wanders into that most neoliberal of the genre’s tropes: freelance contract killers, whose entrepreneurship apparently has found a new platform in the dark web, giving it a particularly contemporary spin (in addition to the fact that this is a rare comic where some of the background characters actually do wear disposable masks when getting on a bus).

That A Righteous Thirst for Vengeance hit the ground running isn’t much of a surprise, since it’s written by Rick Remender, an expert at grabbing readers with kickass first issues (even if he isn’t always able to sustain the momentum later in his series). Part of Remender’s talent involves shaping the material to suit the strengths of different artists in what I assume are pretty tight collaborations. Here, he works with André Lima Araújo to craft an exceptionally slow-burn, quasi-wordless thriller that resembles a meticulous storyboard for a Johnnie To flick, gorgeously colored by Chris O’Halloran and ingeniously lettered by the great Rus Wooton. More than the subject matter, then, so far this is a comic to read for the sheer pleasure of reading… and not in the sense of reading words, but in the sense of watching visual storytelling progressively unfold.

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The other best new series in the field has been Newburn, which approaches the business-like dimension of organized crime from another direction altogether by having New York gangsters come to an understanding and basically establish their own parallel investigative branch of (out)law enforcement. Easton Newburn is a detective on retainer to all the major crime families, called in to clarify matters whenever an unclear incident threatens to escalate into gang war, with the mutual understanding that nobody touches him (‘I’m a U.N. inspector wandering through a war zone.’). In other words, the starting point is an appealing fantasy about walking between legal worlds and pursuing leads wherever your reasoning might take you, exploring hidden corners of society with little regard for consequences.

So far, each issue has focused on solving standalone mysteries, thus making for a rewarding monthly read (there are also curious ongoing backups, first one by Nadia Shammas and Ziyed Yusuf and now one by Casey Gilly and Soo Lee). However, you can tell creators Chip Zdarsky and Jacob Phillips are playing a long game here, establishing recurring characters and conflicts that are bound to pay off further down the line, when Newburn inevitably loses his immunity status and is forced to deal with retaliations from all sides. Hell, the series’ pitch and execution are so neat in this one that I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before it gets adapted for a show…

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In terms of graphic novels, last year gave us Fantagraphics’ English edition of Bastien Vivès’, Florent Ruppert’s, and Jérôme Mulot’s The Grande Odalisque, a hilarious French caper (from 2012) about a team of women hired to steal the titular painting from the Louvre… but they keep getting sidetracked by romantic troubles and by a bonkers subplot about a drug war in Mexico. It’s a sexy book full of acrobatic action – including plenty of shattered windows and spectacular motorbike chases – and with a definite exploitation vibe, so I was all over this!

I’m a fan of Ruppert & Mulot, whose quasi-absurd non sequiturs and off-color comedy tend to go hand in hand with an impressive command of the medium (notably, their Portrait of a Drunk, with Olivier Schrauwen, is one of the most gorgeous-looking adventure comics in recent memory). For instance, look at everybody’s amusing, yet subtle, body language in this scene:

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(The sequel, Olympia, has just come out, but I haven’t managed to get a hold of it yet!)

2021 also saw the publication of The Mess We’re In, the final volume of the four-book series November, which follows three women whose paths cross on a night when a group of crooked cops’ side business goes terribly, terribly wrong. The story gets pretty gritty, but it’s made smoother by Elsa Charretier’s pleasingly cartoony style (she appears to be channeling Darwyn Cooke, which is appropriate for this material), even if Matt Hollingsworth’s unnaturalistic color choices are somewhat sickly and Kurt Ankeny’s squiggly letters not always easy to decipher.

Matt Fraction’s script has a puzzle-like structure, with snapshots of flashbacks and flashforwards cutting through while chapters zoom in on different characters’ POVs in non-sequential order (some of them take place simultaneously, so you have to flip back and forth between sections to match events and conversations). Beside the Tarantino-esque entertainment value of putting the pieces together in your mind, November’s fragmentation cleverly conveys the limited perspectives of each cast member, placing them in frustration- and anxiety-inducing positions. This device, coupled with the fact that key aspects of the crime ring are kept vague even from the readers, reflects the noirish notion that we’re all little pawns at the mercy of larger forces, caught in a complex web we don’t fully understand…

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Although soaked in bloody shootouts, The Mess We’re In couldn’t match the awesome chase scene of November’s previous volume, but it did wrap up the narrative in a satisfying way, with fitting payoffs for each of the main characters.

Meanwhile, one of last year’s most promising comic-writing debuts was Ricky Mammone, whose mini-series Second Chances (which has just been collected) took the high concept of a guy who helps criminals forge their deaths and get a new identity – much like Breaking Bad’s Ed ‘The Disappearer’ Galbraith – and spun it into a Milligan-esque labyrinthine yarn about regret, redemption, and existential angst. Although ultimately falling under the weight of its ambition, Second Chances delivered an action-packed, quick-paced thriller spiced up with eccentrically costumed assassins (the Kabuki Twins!) and a subplot about chemically-induced amnesia, blowing up neo-noir motifs to a point that cannot help but bring to mind Sin City.

The result is hardly perfect, but this is just the sort of near-miss (or, as George Carlin preferred, near-hit) that appeals to me, perhaps because the whole thing looks like an audition tape for Batman comics, especially as artist Max Bertolini fills the backgrounds with gargoyles, zeppelins, and objects from various eras, suggesting this story could comfortably take place in Gotham…

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Speaking of wild mini-series, the Breaking Bad influence was even more pronounced in Chicken Devil, where a guy finds out his chicken business is being used to smuggle heroin, witnesses an attack on his family, and eventually embarks on a deadly rampage of vigilante justice… dressed in a chicken suit!

For the most part, Brian Buccellato’s writing appears little more than serviceable – and perhaps trying too hard to be cool – but the final couple of twists totally won me over, playing with genre conventions in quite a funny way. Mind you, even without it, this comic would be worth checking out thanks to artist Hayden Sherman and letterer Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, who craft a truly vivid, over-the-top reading experience through offbeat layouts, bold color choices, and word balloons with all sorts of weird shapes, sizes, and placements…

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If you prefer a more conservative look, SAF comics has published translations of the first two albums of Aloma – namely The Treasure of the Thrill Seeker and its follow-up, Pope’s Head – about a Catalonian art trafficker who keeps getting entangled in two-fisted adventures where a bunch of shady figures compete against each other to find precious antiques, not unlike The Maltese Falcon (which the text explicitly acknowledges). Although the original works are quite recent (the first book came in 2018), the whole thing has a classic Eurocomic vibe in terms of both plot and visuals.

Veteran Spanish creator Alfonso Font is completely at home here: his track record stretches back to the 1960s and he has built an enviable career doing genre work not only in Spain, but also for British and American publishers (Klaus Janson credits him as a major influence), so while you shouldn’t expect anything groundbreaking, what you get is pretty solid storytelling, in an escapist fluff sort of way, as long as you don’t mind the occasional cheesecake (Font goes out of his way to establish that the titular character is smoldering hot).

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Catalonia has churned out its fair share of offbeat mystery yarns, most notably the amusingly witty novels of Manuel Vázquez Montalbán and Eduardo Mendoza (by contrast, what I’ve read of the Andalusian Antonio Muñoz Molina is much more melancholic). Font isn’t exactly in their league, but he knows how to navigate this territory, stealing from the best while updating a classic set-up into our contemporary world of climate crisis, war on terror, and transnational money laundering schemes.

That’s it for today. I hope to do another round of these in a couple of weeks!

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (4 April 2022)

A dazzling reminder that comic book covers can be awesome.

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On Tunnels

When I chose The Department of Truth as Gotham Calling’s 2021 Book of the Year, I made a point of stressing that I still hadn’t managed to read Rutu Modan’s Tunnels, which was bound to be one of my favorite comics published last year. After all, I loved the mordant, unsentimental-yet-humanistic tone of Exit Wounds and The Property, which somehow deliver highly enjoyable narratives around grim issues (a suicide bombing, the Holocaust). Both of them seamlessly weave together intricate plotting and evolving character dynamics with several juxtaposed layers of political and existential meaning without sacrificing the story in the service of a closed-ended message.

And, sure enough, I found Tunnels yet another phenomenal book by a creator who is yet to disappoint me – and who once again mercilessly pits petty, flawed individuals against large historical processes. However, rather than analyze Modan’s habitual craft and recurring motifs (family secrets, self-absorption, unsettled national identity), today I just want to share a few impressions on what makes her latest opus stand out from what came before.

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Translated from Hebrew by Ishai Mishory, Tunnels revolves around an archaeological dig in search of the Ark of the Covenant that gradually builds into a series of interconnected conflicts – and not just between Israelis and Palestinians, but also between zealots and non-zealots from both sides… not to mention the fierce competition among academics in their quests for tenure.

This premise could’ve lent itself to efforts to preach or shock, but Rutu Modan is playing by her own rules. Her approach is consistently amusing, often venturing into satire before culminating in explosive slapstick (including a flying cow). The result feels closer to the darkly comedic spirit of Elia Suleiman’s film Divine Intervention than to the somber dramatization of the HBO crime show Our Boys (to name just a couple of brilliant works about the sociopolitical tensions in Modan’s native Israel).

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There was dry humor running through the author’s previous books – and even some outright hilarious moments here and there – but Tunnels is, for the most part, a full-on screwball farce… and a twisted one at that! No doubt drawing on her experience as editor of the Hebrew edition of MAD magazine, this time around Modan tones down nuanced characterization in favor of witty dialogue, caricatural behavior, and a cast with grotesque personalities, like the colonel who mounts a military operation as part of his sons’ Bar Mitzvah or the antiquity dealer who complains that everybody lies to him except ISIS (you can see him above, hiding in a sarcophagus for sitcom-y reasons). All the characters are despicable in some way (including Nili, the protagonist), although their depiction is typically non-judgmental.

Likewise, while the art resembles Rutu Modan’s signature version of ligne claire, Tunnels is way cartoonier than its predecessors, with rounder eyes, distorted facial expressions, hairs raised in astonishment, and characters occasionally bursting into stylized tears. I wonder if this is Modan compensating for the story’s depressing setting in the Israeli-Palestinian border (making it more digestible through unrealistic visuals) or just her having a blast as she cathartically slaughters one sacred cow after another, subverting the seriousness that permeates even the most absurd ideas circulating in her country by subjecting them to overblown visual gags. It’s as if Joe Sacco suddenly decided to tackle this conflict, not through the respectful journalistic approach of Palestine and Footnotes in Gaza, but through the caustic style of his earlier, trippier comics (the ones collected in Notes From a Defeatist).

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Along with the madcap designs, there’s a multilayered mise-en-scène, often staging simultaneous events in the foreground and background, thus creating a sense of constant movement and semi-chaos (as you can see in the sequence below).

Regardless, my biggest laughs didn’t come from the exaggerated drawings and rhythm, but from the *lack* of passionate reactions, i.e. from the viciously desensitized, matter-of-fact attitude with which everybody seems to deal with the violent occupation and resistance around them. It’s to Modan’s credit that, even though Tunnels is a pitch-black comedy, it never appears to go for easy shock value – the humor derives smoothly from ironic situations that play with the perversity of the real-world context, like when a gang of Zionists have to stop the construction of a settlement in order to obtain a bulldozer for Nili’s archaeological expedition.

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Wild comedy isn’t the only innovation in terms of tone. Rutu Modan’s aesthetics have often been compared to Hergé’s (thus perversely reappropriating the imagery of works that occasionally traded in antisemitic stereotypes). Curiously, although Tunnels is comparatively less beholden to that pictorial style, the narrative feels much closer to Tintin’s yarns of intrigue and adventure. In fact, while Exit Wounds filtered elements of mystery and romance through a peculiar, understated sensibility – and The Property did the same for family melodrama – Tunnels comes off as much more of a pure genre piece (which is not to say you can’t hear Modan’s distinctive voice all over the material).

And yet, Tunnels doesn’t force an intertextual reading. There are no character types or specific set pieces borrowed from Hergé, just the *sort* of situations that could’ve been featured in The Adventures of Tintin (like the sequence in which a character ingeniously figures out a way out of a cave by drawing on historical knowledge). Likewise, Modan manages to do a whole book about people with guns searching for the Ark of the Covenant without bringing up Indiana Jones a single time. Refreshingly, her dialogue is less with western popular culture than with the myths informing the violence in her country.

When she does go for pastiche, it’s not of films or comics, but of much older illustrations:

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Then, of course, there’s the politics. On the surface, the text seems uninterested in preaching for either side – it just takes racism, fanaticism, and paranoia for granted, without feeling the need to explicitly condemn or comment upon them. Rutu Modan frames most of the story from the perspective of Jewish characters, but the book is no more or less sympathetic towards them than towards the Arabs, portraying the radicals on both camps as a bunch of goofy kids.

Not that this is one of those symmetrical tales about how there’s good and evil people everywhere. Like I said, practically every character comes off as selfish and manipulative, but most of them are multifaceted, so you may end up feeling more lenient towards some members of the cast than others.

Once you start to dig (see what I did there?), you’ll find a more provocative subtext. For one thing, the whole excavation is brazenly allegorical, as the clashes over ownership of the tunnels clearly mirror the clashes over ownership of the territories above them….

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The conflict over ownership isn’t reduced to this heavy-handed metaphor. Rutu Modan, who already explored the issue of property in her earlier books (most obviously, in The Property), also develops a whole subplot about a dispute for academic credit that further illustrates how subjective this topic can be. Who should claim a finding? The person who did the groundwork research or the one who turned the interpretations into books and articles? Who can own a tunnel? The person who dug it or the one in charge of conceiving the dig? And, yes, to whom belongs a piece of land? To the ones who occupied it first, most recently, or the longest?

The thoughtful afterword expands on the book’s themes, interestingly bridging them with those of The Department of Truth (which, I guess, denotes my own interests). Against today’s general loss of agreement over reality, exacerbated in the pandemic, Modan proposes more fiction that doesn’t claim to tell the truth – unlike the stories feeding religious strife in her region – but which instead tries to suture the narratives of different peoples into complex, turbulent plots full of contradictions and characters that do both terrible and wonderful things. After all, as any comic book fan knows, conflicting stories ‘can happily coexist in our brains,’ even if they haven’t always been able to coexist in the material world.

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (28 March 2022)

Your weekly reminder that comic book covers can be awesome. More Strange Adventures!

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A few loose thoughts on Matt Reeves’ The Batman

So, I finally went to see The Batman…

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Overall, I thought the movie was a baffling mess, although not entirely without merit. I kept trying to like it, but it kept fighting back. I’m not going to write a cogent essay about it today, though, just some very loose notes that occurred to me as I was negotiating my conflicted reaction…

The script has a lot going for it, actually. I’ll point out some missteps below, but the general approach is just what I wanted: the Dark Knight investigating an elaborate murder mystery with various familiar rogues in different functions (suspects, wild cards, temporary allies), with shades of film noir. Not only is this right up my alley in terms of what I dig in a Batman story, but it is something original on the big screen, where even Christopher Nolan’s intricate plotting downplayed the World’s Greatest Detective angle.

Since this is such a cool and integral side of the franchise, it makes sense to go there, especially as DC/Warner and Marvel/Disney have been gradually expanding the limits of what mainstream audiovisual superheroes can be, ranging from the grey behemoth that is Zack Snyder’s cut of Justice League to the lighthearted teen shows Supergirl and Stargirl (which are surprisingly faithful to the shmaltzy tone and colorful content of the original comics, complete with a barrage of geeky DCU cameos), not to mention the metafictional experimentation of WandaVision

The choice of doing a relatively grounded, out-of-continuity tale set early in Batman’s career automatically evokes some awesome comics from the Year One and Legends of the Dark Knight lines. And damn it if Matt Reeves (who co-wrote and directed) doesn’t fully commit to this approach for a couple of hours, at least until the movie completely loses its way towards the end, in the anti-climactic final act.

The story is twisty and twisted, with the serial killer investigation turning into a conspiracy thriller revolving around Gotham City’s corruption and politics. Although lacking any depth whatsoever, The Batman provides many of the beats and joys associated with this sort of pulp material: accessing an underworld of crime and vice, struggling to keep up with the confusing maze of relationships and revelations, recognizing variations of the genre’s clichés… Reeves even opens the film with his own contribution to the longstanding trope of killing Gotham’s mayors!

The fact that I appreciated the general story so much, however, only made the rest of the experience even more frustrating.

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I know I’m in the minority here and that’s fine, but Matt Reeves’ direction really didn’t do it for me at all. Between the engulfing darkness and the awkward framing, I found it difficult to even see what was going on a lot of the time, despite a few stand-out moments (like the debut of the cool-looking batwings or a fight sporadically illuminated by gunfire). For the most part, the pacing was off, the emotions fell flat, and the soundtrack was overbearing, even if the choice of basing the score on a Nirvana song is both captivatingly bizarre and eerily suited to the movie’s teen angst motif, subliminally suggesting Bruce Wayne’s own suicidal drive.

Visually, I expected more from the guy who did the recent, stunning-looking Planet of the Apes trilogy. Reeves tries so damn hard to shove the Caped Crusader and the Riddler into a relentlessly dour, gritty pastiche of David Fincher’s Seven and Zodiac – with some Saw thrown in for good measure – that the result often seems unintentionally silly. (Come to think of it, Fincher would make a great Batman director!)

Batman narratives have always required a balancing act between earnest atmosphere and embracing the outlandish. Unable to pull it off, The Batman desperately compensates by soaking Gotham City in lots and lots and lots of rain.

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Another key problem I had with The Batman was, well, Batman himself. Robert Pattinson’s emo performance somehow managed to give us the most humorless Batman on screen (even in the grim Snyderverse, Ben Affleck got to play with the character’s dark wit). I guess he’s meant to feel broken, but he feels empty instead, which seriously undermines the dramatic payoffs we were presumably supposed to get from his relationship with Gordon, Catwoman, and the memory of his dead parents.

Reeves and co-screenwriter Peter Craig appear to be confusing seriousness of purpose with jaded numbness. This Bruce Wayne looks so depressed that it’s a wonder he manages to get out of bed, not to mention go out onto the streets every night to beat up young delinquents (it could be a new take on the façade for his secret identity, except that he acts this way even when he’s alone). Even worse, he looks like a pretentious poseur. Pattinson, so charming in Tenet, is stuck with a frowny, one-note personality and isn’t even allowed to properly Bruce it up at parties.

Part of the allure of the Caped Crusader, for me at least, has always been the way he navigates different emotional levels, articulating his core determination and even his inner melancholia with the external roles he has to play, as both Batman and Bruce…

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I like the fact that we finally got a reboot that doesn’t feel the need to show us Batman’s origin for the millionth time. Everybody knows it by now and it’s not that complicated anyway. And I don’t mind how odd the whole set up at the Wayne place is, with Bruce’s reclusive scientist and Alfred’s ill-defined status (he no longer does the cleaning: they’ve hired an old lady for that) clearly meant to simulate the home of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. The set up at Wayne Manor has always been pretty weird, in a surreal gothic kind of way, so this is just another variation.

In fact, for all I care, The Batman can do whatever it wants with the property, as long as it’s interesting. But this is not interesting. I’m not saying Bruce Wayne has to pose as a wisecracking playboy, but there should be *something* there.

Honestly, I would’ve settled for a couple of small gestures hinting at the way Bruce never drops his guard, for example a nod to that fun tradition (which you can also see above) of getting everybody around him drunk while secretly keeping sober by pouring his drinks into the nearest vase:

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It gets worse. Once again, filmmakers stick the Dark Knight in a blocky rubber suit, so instead of looking like an athletic ninja he comes off like a slow, clunky fighter without a trace of elegance.

And he’s not that great a detective either, which sort of defeats the purpose of throwing him into a mystery plot – the Riddler strings him along until the end, so Batman mostly solves clues that were designed to be clues (in fact, Alfred solves two of the puzzles for him), showing very little deductive reasoning. This is particularly odd because there is such an established, successful format when it comes to Riddler stories: the Caped Crusader tends to win when, instead of just following the breadcrumbs, he sidesteps the rules of the game and outsmarts his opponent.

Hell, The Batman’s Batman isn’t even much of a hero, in the end. By the time the movie is over, countless people have lost their lives and the Dark Knight awkwardly saved but a few. It’s such a defeatist take on the character that I kept wondering if we were still in the mind of the Clown Prince of Crime, continuing the fantasy he concocted in Todd Phillips’ Joker (which would help explain the uncomfortably long cameo near the end).

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What about the Rogues’ Gallery? Reeves goes with a version of the Penguin I enjoy, i.e. the mobster-like owner of the Iceberg Lounge willing to play the various the sides against each other in order to make a profit, ultimately developing a precarious arrangement with the Dark Knight, who tacitly tolerates some of his criminal enterprises in exchange for information. And Colin Farrell, visually unrecognizable, plays him with gusto, especially in the scene where he correctly points out how terrible a detective Batman is (later, the Riddler makes the same valid point).

That said, the aggressive exchanges in the Penguin’s office – which by now have become a staple of the franchise – nevertheless lack the playfulness of the comics, where the two characters have settled into a sardonic groove over the years…

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John Turturro is spot-on as gangster Carmine Falcone, who could’ve stepped right out of Miller’s Crossing (where Turturro plays a different type of immoral lowlife, further down the ladder of organized crime).

And while Zoë Kravitz’s sinuous Selina Kyle, with her cat-like body language, doesn’t have the strong presence of a Michelle Pfeiffer or an Anne Hathaway, refreshingly she does get to display a broader emotional range than Pattinson’s eternally brooding Bruce Wayne – her Catwoman is compassionate, anxious, funny, mean, brave, sexy, bloodthirsty, and class-conscious (the latter trait earns her the movie’s best line, in the final conversation with Bruce).

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This brings us to the Riddler, played by Paul Dano in a consistently unpleasant performance – deliberately so, I suspect, but ultimately more annoying than unsettling. At first, I thought the boring S&M mask was Reeves’ uninspired attempt to restrain the character’s colorfulness in line with the movie’s steadfast grimdark tone, but then Dano kept freaking out and chewing the scenery… His sudden vocal shifts are campy as hell, even before he starts singing to Batman (and even before the film surrenders to the Riddler’s appealing goofiness by having him sit next to a cappuccino with foam shaped like a question mark).

The characterization is quite puzzling (I wonder if it’s a thematic choice). In the comics, the Riddler sends riddles to Batman to prove he’s the smartest guy around. Many writers have suggested the Riddler has a specific pathology, so he cannot help but give himself away, even if he tries to hide his clues within complex charades. And there’s the whole ‘crime as artistic performance’ angle as well.

Yet this Riddler is not toying with Batman or trying to mislead him at all. I’m not sure why he set up all those games, other than some generic explanation about his deranged state of mind. And the Dark Knight seemed as lost as me, which is a shame, as the Riddler is up there as one of my favorite rogues and I normally get a kick out of his interactions with the Caped Crusader…

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I get that the Riddler’s snuff videos and dark web message board army are meant to evoke all sorts of sinister real-world phenomena (terrorist incels? Capitol invaders? QAnon?), but The Batman doesn’t have anything to say about any of that beyond a general acceptance that a populist youtuber can easily mobilize his followers into acts of violence.

If anything, the story validates conspiracy theories about shadowy cabals pulling the strings of corrupt institutions, but even this would be giving the film too much credit. The Batman’s politics are as shallow as everything else in the movie. An underdeveloped subplot about a mayoral election is handled as an afterthought, leaving plenty of unanswered questions (did Bella Reál end up running unopposed?!).

I’m not saying we should’ve gotten a political treaty or a polemic, Dark Knight Rises-style, but if the film wanted to feel topical, then at least it could’ve recontextualized our world’s problems in some imaginative way, rather than just mimicking them. It has become a truism that the 21st-century rise of the superhero blockbuster has involved a close interaction with the ideological and technological zeitgeist. War on Terror imagery was all over the Nolan and Snyder movies, not to mention the first MCU entries (between Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, and Iron Man 2, it’s interesting to note that the main threats in the early MCU were not supernatural portals, but the military-industrial complex). Yet those works exploited our anxieties and fascinations in intriguing, if often problematic, ways by crafting strange, quasi-satirical fables. Then again, who knows, after a couple of years of Covid-induced isolation and in a time when western TV screens are filled with devastating images of Ukrainian orphans, perhaps The Batman‘s theme of lingering trauma will find its own resonance, regardless of the execution…

Don’t get me wrong: I’m sure there is a lot to squeeze in here, especially in terms of the recurrent debate about superhero fiction as adolescent power fantasy. It’s just that The Batman doesn’t seem to bring anything particularly new to the table in that regard. All the old arguments apply.

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