
My daughter and I were talking about comics last night, as we tend to do. The particular occasion this time was a nasty, nihilistic bit of business called Wanted, by Mark Millar and J.G. Jones, which she and I had read over the break. Yes, we understood that it was supposed to be a reductio ad absurdum version of the "dark/gritty" trend in the last couple of decades in comics -- note that the supervillains wipe out the heroes in 1986, the year of Dark Knight Returns and Watchmen. However, this was another case of "What's that stuff above the subtext? Oh yeah... the text." And honestly, I didn't see any pleasure in the book -- it wasn't as vile as the Saw movies, but that's not exactly high praise, and even that's mainly because Wanted was shorter. . . .











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