10 Minutes To Midnight

Ok, Rob actually managed to get a review of Rorschach #1 up this evening, so I hope you’ve enjoyed that. Our local comic book store owner, who knows us by name and asks Rob frequently to stop setting Comedian #1+#2 on fire in the store, because it’s a felony or something, will be as relieved shocked as you to see that he enjoyed it. But, beyond that, Rob’s all passed out now, so it’s up to me to tell you that we’re excited about books like Amazing Spider-Man #691 and Walking Dead #101, and even AvX #9…although not so much about Wonder Woman #12. The Crisis On Infinite Midlives Home Office is going to take up a tin cup collection to see that Brian Azzarello only writes Rorschach for the forseeable future. But in the meantime this:

is the end of the broadcast day. We’ll see you on the other side.

ps.  Yes.  That is an old school War Games movie poster, actual production motherfucking one-sheet, you see in the vinyl cover to the upper right. You may commence with your jealousy…now.

Revenge Of The Blot: Rorschach #1 Review

Considering how I felt about Brian Azzarello’s take on my favorite Watchmen character, The Comedian, I opened Rorschach #1 with my knife already out and sharpened. Considering how many plot and character liberties Azzarello has been taking with The Comedian, I opened this comic book fully expecting to see something like Rorschach battling Blofeld from SPECTRE in Munich while jockeying a rocketpack and firing his laser watch at the angry flying sharks. All while Rorschach weeps moronically while reciting Nietzsche to lolcats.

Turns out it’s not like that. Instead, Azzarello has made the connection that the Keene Act that stopped costumed adventuring in the Watchmen universe was passed in 1977, and New York City, where Rorschach was operating as a street-level crimefighter, was a terrible, terrible place in 1977. It was the New York of Taxi Driver and Son of Sam and a Times Square where a tourist could get fistfucked by a transvestite hooker instead of the retail markup at the Disney Store. It was a New York of grindhouse theaters, and Azzarello has given Rorschach a grindhouse story in which he can star. And God help me, it’s really pretty damn good.