Writer: Rob Williams
Artist: D’Israeli
Publisher: Titan Comics
Released: 21st May 2014
I didn’t fall in love with this book. It was okay, but nothing special. I got a couple of giggles out of it, but you could tell it was a 2014 comic by two of its feminist liberal jokes. The first one being the new sport of crying racist when no racist intention is meant (only if you are white, obviously). This happened when a black bear was called a black bear. The second feminist liberal joke involved the president mistakenly telling the world that he thinks that right wing people are nut-jobs with guns. If he was telling the truth wouldn’t he say something about the NSA asshole government fearing people who can defend themselves from a tyrannical, bankster owned government? Because that’s the truth of the matter, not some Bill Maher inspired bullshit. Welcome to feminist liberal, politically correct 2014, a time when being as lame as possible is the cool thing to be, well if you follow the programming from the lying box in the corner of your living-rooms that is. Seriously, stop watching that bloody thing, it’s rotting your brains away. What happened to the world? Where did all the men go?
Anyway, back to this safe 2014 comic book that is not going to offend anybody. Most of the book was comedy scenes, patched together to form a loose narrative about everybody getting superpowers, except one unlikeable guy, the main protagonist of the book. Perhaps it was his unlikeability that stopped me from caring, but the comedy scenes were good, in particular the scenes where he meets people with new powers. That’s where the ideas of the book went into, deciding on the types of powers that people got. That was fun, but that was all the book offered. I don’t see any reason to buy issue #2 as I don’t care about the protagonist, and it was all treated like a joke anyway.
The best scene was of the president telling the truth, but they could have done more with that idea, as I’ve previously discussed, and it became just another joke panel in a long line of joke panels. The art was okay, with the highlight being the second page that showed the loser protagonist’s bedroom from a ceiling fan pov. That looked cool, but it also made me dislike the loser cliché protagonist. I don’t care about losers in comic books, and I resent the way they are constantly over-used, as it’s very unsubtley insulting the reader, telling them, ‘Hey you’re a loser because you read comics, right? So here’s another loser for you to identify with.’ Well I don’t identify with a loser, and although I cracked the occasional smile at some of the jokes in this book there's not enough here for me to come back to buy issue #2. And why is every other bloody comic set in New York? Enough of New York, I’m fed up of bloody New York.
Rating: 6.5/10
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