Comics
I finally got my grubby little paws on a copy of the new Legion's second issue when I picked up the third today. I won't get into the faults of the Friendly Neighborhood Comic Guy, at least not in this post.
So. . I now have three issues on which to base an opinion, and I have to say, you're a bastard Mr. Waid. You've managed once again to part me from my money and make me enjoy every minute of it. Well, not every minute, but that's just the side of me that likes to whine about change. Por exemplo: Brainy is different, and this is off-putting. I loves me my bitchy green-boy, and this new Brainiac is less bicthy and more...well, like everyone else has already pointed out, more like Virl Dox. Either of them really, though I mean the second. And while I liked Virl, I liked him because he was a bastard. Just like I liked the post-boot Querl because he was a bitch. And I'm not making any sense, but no one reads this anyway, so nyah.
And all in all I suppose it doesn't matter, because the end result is still the same: DC gets my money. Because I have to know where this coup thing is going, and I have to know who the Big Baddie is, and I have to know where's the beef. And I have to know if Brainy marries Nura, and if Lyle is wonderfully gay and jealous ( though I think that last bit is more DnA's fault).
Damn you Waid. Damn you. But at least your handcuffs have nice comfy pink padding. Unlike a certain Mr. Johns'.
If I could smother my hope that some one will smack him up-side the head and make him read some back-issues of Impulse and Young Justice, then I could stop spending my money on a book I know will string me along and leave me ranging from disappointed to pissed.
Ok, I'm not being fair, I do enjoy Teen Titans, but still it's more because I can't get my Bart fix anywhere else these days, and it pisses me off that Jeff Johns thinks he's so great that he can just do whatever he wants. What pisses me off even more is that the editors seem to pretty much let him. I guess it just bothers me that he has to incongruently alter a character to fit the story he can tell, rather than using the character's existing potential to weave a story. Part of what attracted me so much to Bart Allen was his story potential. Ever since I first leaned his name and promptly wasted an afternoon hunting down as much info on him as I could, I've always been waiting to read a comic that explored what Bart's VR life was really like, his relationships with his mother and Dox, why no one remembers he could change time with that "scout" power, what it means exactly that he is the 31st century heir not only to the Allen line, but to the Thawne line as well, could he wield the Cobalt Blue gem, etc., etc. So much of Bart's back-story is assumption on Wally's and the other speedsters' parts that we just take as fact. Maybe the writers meant it that way, but new writing on a comic is finding the niche from which to spin your own thread. And the art is seeing that niche and making something grand out of it. Which is why Jeff Johns bothers me. So much potential left to waste.