Week Twenty-Five

In the first couple of pages of this week’s issue of “52,” we meet the main boss behind the Intergang infiltration of Gotham, and he’s not only a cannible, but he’s a terrible party host. He murders a lot of his guests. He doesn’t murder Magpie or Ventriloquist, which is interesting, since they’re two of the characters capped off in the “Face to Face” OYL arc in the Batman/Detective Comics series. Next, we see Marvel Jr. and Mary Marvel with their hands full dealing with a demon of some kind. Fortunately, the Black Marvel Family shows up and saves the Judeo-Christians. After that, we see Ralph Dibny in Hell with the Dr. Fate mask, and they come upon Felix Faust’s decaying soul. The coolest line of this issue comes when the mask tells Dibny that, “If you end up here, I promise you that no one will mourn for you. Ever.”

Next, we see the new Infinity Inc. take care of business in Metropolis, along with their newest member (who’s supposedly hot), which segues into Alan Scott meeting up with Michael What’s-His-Name (aka Mr. Terrific), asking him to help him out with Checkmate. What’s gonna happen??? Oh, wait, we already know. Then, back on the Island of Dr. Moreau, Professor Morrow takes interest in the fact that Will Magnus is taking pills that supposedly halt his creativity. Very interesting. The conclusion comes when Manheim, the Intergang leader, talks to some big egg-shaped Krang wannabe about how Krang-lite has created a group of weapons so terrible, only one name seems to suit them: The Four Horsemen.

I just hope Arn Andersen’s a part of it. Or at least good ol’ Tully. C’mon, cut us some slack here; nobody knows what the heck’s going on! I rather enjoyed the action scenes in this issue, and I’m glad they’ve given a face to Intergang (Manheim), so that we can hopefully see Black Adam beat the heck out of it, but, other than that, this issue merely marked time. I liked it, though. It was a fun little bit of filler, but it gave us a few cool things to look at. Oh yeah, the art’s awesome again, for the second week in a row. Thank the gods.

Well, I’ve got some friends who want me to come downtown and get drunk with them, so that’s all I’m going to say this week. Big fan, right here.

See ya in seven.