Let us here at PoP! guide you through a minefield of books that seem full of win from the word go, but which once you crack them open have you shouting… It’s a Trap!
For years I’ve heard raves about All-Star Superman. I passed over the Volume 1 trade numerous times in favor of non-Superman fare. I snagged the first issue of the 12-issue series as part of a Free Comic Book Day “fill a plastic bag with assorted comics for $10” promotion, and I remember liking it, for some unknown reason. Earlier this winter, I finally broke down and picked up the first trade during my inaugural trip to Heroes Landing in Clermont, FL.
Then, I read it.
What I was expecting was a contemporary Elseworlds-style take on The Man of Steel, accessible to new readers, and a reinvention of DC’s marquee name. What I got in return was a frumpy, bumbling, down-right asinine Clark Kent, a defeated, making-out-his-will Supes, Super-serum for Lois Lane on her birthday, Jimmy Olsen as Doomsday, and grade-A Morrison dialogue and exposition that made me crinkle the pages with anger.
The two saving graces of the first volume of All-Star Superman are the art by Frank Quitely, although, I hold him at least partially responsible for the over-schlubbing of Kent, and the Lex-in-Prison storyline, yet, that was also marred by the presence of an entirely dickless Clark.
I believed the hype. I even bought into it. But no other book in recent memory has left me with such a horrible taste in my mouth. Maybe I’ve only now just discovered that Grant Morrison is not my cup of tea. Maybe I’m just not that into Superman.
Or maybe All-Star Superman is shitty.
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