Harlekin said:
Who gives a frig about the Eisners? Not every comic needs to be mindblowing Tom Strong/Eisner/Watchmen etc. level. I don't need or want a superduperubertotallyfriggin'awesomethebestever Metallo story. I just need/want a good, amusing story with Metallo.
Enjoy it, I would like to see the quality of every comic be mindblowing I guess it's really down to what you're satisfied with. Do you see a glass half empty or a glass half full.
For me this quote sums up how I want to see comics. Like the author this is what I dream. This is the world I want my comics to be in. Wether Metallo is part of them or not.
What do you dream?
"A Telex came from Tokyo this morning.
"Their geneticists have reared a mouse that levitates, a glowing rabbit that can talk. Oh what a world, with super mice and atom rabbits, yet I dream of more.
"I dream suburbias where every child is brave and funny, where a green-skinned scientist cackling at dusk or a journey to the sherbert-wastes of Mars are childhood commonplace. I dream teenagers, the boys with letter sweatshirts, girls with single brush-stroke brows, in endless ice-cream parlors, never growing old or running out of flavors; dream them in moon-chilled jalopies when their sitcom day is through…the delicate perfume of sex and leatherette pervades the air, the radios playing new Gene Vincent songs, new episodes of discontinued but beloved shows.
"I dream a world of heroes and exciting clothes, hood cut away to show the hair or leotards made out of flags. I dream insignia, dream lightning flashes, planets, letters stars; of bob-cut women wearing red stilettos, ice-blue half-length capes; of men in dominos, transparent blouses, slashing elegance of line in every wrinkle, every crease. I dream a world where everyone has sidekicks and caves to keep their eerie souvenirs.
"I dream of cities that old futurists would weep with joy to see, of wharfside neighborhoods where tough kids track down spies, where crumbling tenements contort to teetering and eccentric shapes that seem to spell out words against the night.
"I dream a Picadilly Circus where magicians dressed in toppers, tails, or turbans wave hypnotically and conjure birds made out of steam, or scented fish or flowers that speak in verse for the delighted evening crowds. I dream of an Enbankment where tall men with somber cloaks and names like Kismet, Destiny, or Fate will entertain a passerby with stories of her life to come, or chill her blood with supernatural parables, and all the while their hatbrim-shadows hide their eyes.
"I dream of rugged, mustard-yellow monsters from the deep, with vulgar and percussive names like Zax and Rul-Rah-Room. I dream a world of dreams fulfilled, a place where ecstasy and not his brother pain has run amok, and even as I dream I know my dreams are almost true, a planet of attained desire and concrete fantasy that spins and glitters, balanced on the diamond capstone of Olympus."
—Alan Moore, Miracle Man #16
- Whirly