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The Agony Booth’s Bizarre Silver Age Comics series has been going on for ten years now (with some admittedly long gaps in there), and you may have noticed one thing every installment so far has in common: They’re all about…
Previously: Iron Man was tremendously successful both commercially and critically, and we comic book readers in particular loved it. It seemed that our long drought of bad comic book movies was at last over, and Marvel was serious about making…
Apparently readers in the '40s had a real taste for cruel and ironic mutilation.
So I’ve talked before about DC screwing around with their classic characters by throwing them into new settings that range from “plausible” to “this writer is clearly having a nervous breakdown, please get them help.” One of the best sandboxes…
A few weeks back, Marvel Legacy #1 was published (with a whopping $6 price tag, I might add) which is supposed to kick off a new era, I guess. From what I’ve seen of the comic they’re hinting at, some…
Marvel has gone from being the House of Ideas to the House of Ideologues, and frankly it’s tiresome.
It's still a more satisfying fight than anything Floyd Mayweather is in.
Cashing in on the blaxploitation fad by tossing a street-smart, jive-talking superhero up against the usual mix of comic book villains, which at the time were mostly campy, color-blind disco rejects.
Suddenly, New York was full of unemployed ninjas without the life skills to switch to a less stabby career.
Batman barely made an effort to catch this guy, presumably thinking it was all some sort of Make-A-Wish thing for a terminally stupid patient.
"It's alright to cry. I know you miss the touch of your incestuous man-child husband."
These are villains who, for one reason or another, thought it'd be a good idea to antagonize a superpowered vigilante when at best they should be shaking down lemonade stands for protection money.
Sometimes it seems like Jor-El sent his son to Earth because he foresaw what a rancid sack of dicks he was going to turn into.
Unfortunately, DC decided that what the fans enjoyed wasn't the social commentary and subversions of standard superhero archetypes, bur rather that they were super violent and needlessly dark and poorly proportioned.
After helming two successful X-Men films, director Bryan Singer departed from the franchise to work on smaller, more personal projects. But we’re dealing with Bryan Singer here, which means that he left to do a $200 million Superman film that’s almost entirely made of frowns.
What the hell was up with that single nipple spike? He looks like a kid trying to piss off his suburban parents rather than a supervillain on a rampage.
A review of Boom Studio's first Power Rangers comic.
Villains in the 1960s were so bad at covering their tracks that a group of suburban brats regularly just stumbled across their schemes while hula-hooping and drinking malt shakes and enforcing segregation or whatever the hell kids did in those days.
Coming up with a recurring enemy for Wolverine is harder than it sounds, because he has a habit of gutting them from throat to crotch like a misbehaving catfish, which is sort of understandable when your power is mostly indestructible claws and mood swings.
A look at various comic book properties that Tom would like to see made into television series.