Starman
Alright, so while I'm on the issue of comics, I feel the need to talk about Starman. As any who keep up with these things know, James Robinson's series from a few years back (available in collected form in its entirety) about the reluctant hero who's the son of a hero is quite acclaimed. And I think that acclaim is largely justified. I think Robinson's run with Starman is as good or better than many other "famous" runs like Simonson on Thor, Byrne on Fantastic Four, Miller on Daredevil, Mignola on Hellboy :P, etc.
Still, as much as I loved the series, own it in its entirety (in collected form), and will think fondly of it ever after, Starman has two problems that, I think, haunt the series to its diminishment. These are all kinds of spoilery, but the series ended years ago so I won't feel bad.
1) Love for Sadie. Really, this romance comes out of nowhere. I get that people who start off on the wrong foot and loathe each other can grow to reverse their feelings and become astonishingly romantic. But usually there's some sense to it, some visible progression. In the case of Jack and Sadie, it's out of nowhere. Sadie comes off as attractive in neither body nor spirit, so it's really a mystery how she turns from being an obnmoxious annoyance to someone he would pine for. There's just not enough exposition.
Still, as out of left field as it feels to me, I can always shrug and remember that love is a crazy thing that damns good sense and reasonable action at every turn. I can live with strange romances. The other problem is more difficult for me.
2) When Jack decides it's time to pack it in and move on, he passes on the Starman mantle to a successor who is... well, I don't know who she is. After reading eighty issues of Starman, the mantle is passed to a character who never once appears in the series. How am I s'posed to react to that? I have no idea who the character is, whether she deserves to have the mantle passed to her, whether she merits having any emotional investment on my part. It's a complete mystery to me.
I presume she's some character from another series that Jack crossed over into, because obviously they've met, but ... *shrug* James Robinson built up an insane amount of faith in me as a reader up until this point, but then abuses that faith with filty whips and dirty lies. He ties up said faith and defecates on it. Poor, poor faith. Bad James Robinson! Bad! *rolls up newspaper*
I really don't know what to think about that ending. I had some problems with the ending Jeff Smith chose for Bone but at least he didn't pull out a heretofore unknown character to be the solution to the series. At least he actually respected his readers.
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