Honestly, you know what bothers me the most about this whole thing? It isn’t necessarily the religious angle. It’s what these people are doing to the medium of comic books.
I fucking love comic books! They’re good gonzo fun. I mean look, here’s Superman boxing Muhammad Ali:
Here’s Bruce Wayne tripping balls and hallucinating that he’s the Batman from another planet while he waits for his backup personality to reboot after returning from the dead:
This shit is not meant to be taken seriously.
When you do you get Kingdom Come and fucking Joseph Campbell.
What’s wrong with entertainment for entertainment’s sake? Why does it always have to mean something? And if it does, why focus on the medium instead of the message?
When I want something fun, I’ll look at this:
And when I want something serious, I’ll look at this:
The world needs weird. We have enough serious.
And yes, there are of course exceptions.
But those are stories with explicitly religious themes. I’d even cop to gods and spirits inspiring guys like Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, Grant Morrison, etc.
But that’s not the same thing as thinking that this is divine:
And reading a bunch of people explain why they don’t have to go by the traditional definition of what constitutes a hero because they “aren’t recon” is making me think about Stephenie Meyer.
“I’m going to write a story about vampires! Only there’s going to be nothing dead and icky with them. They don’t need to drink the blood of humans to survive and sunlight makes them sparkle! Oh, and they have awesome super powers! And play baseball! And don’t have sex until marriage which makes the fact that they’re still attending high school even though they’re really, really old somehow less creepy. Yay vampires!”
Yay vampires indeed.