I love unusual superheroes, and indie comic book writer Matt Garvey and artist Dizeve, bring us one in The Ether #1. A rather dapper person who wears purple latex gloves and a skull-fitting map of what looks like London on their head, Mr. Ether’s superpowers seem to lie in not only his detective skills, but also in the realm of a being parkour expert rather than have any magical or supernatural abilities (though perhaps we see these later in the series).
Image Comics presents a fantasy world filled with war and servitude. The Eternal Empress has been fighting against the countries of Saia for more than a century, and the red-tailed minions have been all too eager to punish those that halt her progress: either by failing to farm the lands or stealing food. The first issue introduces a young woman’s path as she struggles with her meager existence under the Eternal Empress, while strange visions cause her to question the life she’s living, and the glimmering thoughts push her to escape.
Should Youngblood come back? Does this team deserve to be rejuvenated with new members? This is the major idea behind Youngblood #2, and it doesn’t appear to be an easily answered question from past members and soon-to-be new ones, too.
The gods are alive with the sound of music. Ancient gods return to the world every ninety years. They have a two-year run – meaning, they have powers and the ability to do a lot of damage - but in the end, they’re human. After these two years, some of which are surrounded by a rave of people dancing to beats, their lives come to an end. Do they have a larger role in the grand scheme of things? Is a short window of time only meant to absorb as much love and anger as humanly possible, or is there a coming darkness they’re supposed to stop, while they have time?
Before I begin the actual review of this week’s episode, I feel the need to point out how strange it is that “Empress of Mars” aired the day after Adam West’s passing and is coincidentally an homage to his movie, Robinson Crusoe on Mars. It seems only fitting that one iconic '60s show is paying tribute to the star of another iconic '60s show while the world mourns the actor's loss.
Grass Kings by the incomparable Matt Kindt hasn’t completely won me over. I can dig the situation and the circumstances. I can absolutely understand the rising conflict and the themes being presented through those themes, but I have yet to be completely engrossed in the characters.