Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Stop, or My Hobo Will Shoot
And the unremitting perkiness--! Ugh! I know I've spoken out against "gritty" depressing superheroes before, but this nonsense is really too much. I mean, would it kill her to spend a panel grimly, silently wrenching the bad guy's arm out of its socket? Just as a sort of palette cleanser?
(And how can you tell this man is bad? No necktie. Why, you can see his collarbone and everything. The pervert.)