Final Crisis. Final Crisis. Final Crisis. The comic book equivalent of the Led Zeppelin reunion surely? I mean in terms of the wait, the lead up, the endless milking of the cash cow with prologues, preludes and even a motherfucking sketchbook.
Grant Morrison promises a lot for this seven issue series but judging on this first issue he may have a lot to squeeze in the following parts. The problem I had with this comic is that it jumps, starts, twitches and slugglishly moves from scene to scene, character to character without any flow or seeming narrative drive. Of course this is Morrison and I may be missing the clues and mythic undertow to certain conversations and symbols hidden in Superman's belt buckle. Already there's talk of the appearance of the number 23 and the importance of 1001 and how the Dark Seid possesed guy links to Harmony House in the Invisibles.
Some fuckers need some sunlight.
For everyone else a space god gets found in an alley, a geezer gives a caveman fire, Green Lanterns fly around the Justice League and some villians hold meetings. In the midst of this Martian Manhnter gets fried and something happens amongst some aliens that I'll have to be honest I didn't understand.
The art, handled by JG Jones is as good as I've seen the artist, moving capably from cosmic scenes to frowning noir night moments in dark alleys.
I'm not writing this off of course, I just felt it didn't DO much, as if it was rushed with no room to breathe. Part two will no doubt expand on it but that's probably the fucking point.
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