Or – “OMAC Daddy Make Ya JUMP! JUMP! Daddy OMAC ‘ll … Ah, Skip It.” I’ll say this for the relaunch: They’re certainly making an effort to bring back things from all across their 80 year history. We’ve seen the thirties, the fifties, the sixties and the eighties represent, but now it’s time for a little 1970’s Kirby love. Which, now that I mention it, sounds particularly disturbing and awful… Bygones. Let’s see what’s happened to the One Man Army Corps from the far-flung world that’s coming!
Or – “Some Life Experiences Shouldn’t Be Plot Points…” I suppose when I reviewed the last issue of OMAC, (the review, which may have been overly harsh, can be found over here…) I should have been more specific. When I lamented the story and wished that the plot would GO somewhere, I sort of meant somewhere GOOD. Granted, it’s an interesting issue, and it’s not without it’s subtle charms, but, frankly, it feels a little bit like Banky Edwards or Brodie Bruce wrote this issue, without even getting the fun Kevin Smith cursewords. What do I mean by that?
Today’s somewhat related, yet still wildly off-topic musing: When I was a kid, I couldn’t stand the art of Jack Kirby. I’m sorry! I didn’t know! It was the eighties, and there were essentially only two companies out there, both with about the same house style. In my mind, the best thing going for Marvel at the time was John Byrne, for DC it was George Perez. When I came across a stack of Kirby work (at Pat’s Book Nook, down by the river, in Salina), my first response was “Why are their fingers square?”