This is where the grown-ups exiled the kids at meal time. It was always some rickety card table with a cheap plastic table cloth and you were stuck on a folding chair between cousin Frankie who eats his own boogers and Dottie who still has “accidents.”
The Big Two in comics – DC and Marvel – use the summer to declare war and blow up universes.
Just a way to help readers pass school vacation.
While DC’s “Convergence” and Marvel’s “Secret Wars” are currently laying waste to continuity and wallets through their multiple, mediocre tie-ins, the summer comics event isn’t a new thing – but conversely, it was far more enjoyable and less painful to the wallet.
I can almost hear you now: “Sure, Mark, you’ve wasted half your life and most of your money on those four-color funnies, but how can you really single out one – one – comic book and claim it is the worst ever published?”
True, I haven’t read every single comic book ever published, and there is a lot of dreck out there (DC’s “Convergence,” the stink is mighty from your direction), but I’m confident in my pick.
The Tardy Movie Review is an irregular feature here because the Tardy Moviegoer would sooner eat nails than go to the opening week of a film. If I want the back of my seat to be kicked or listen to idiots chatter for two hours in the dark, I’ll take the Red Eye to New York.
George Miller’s reboot of his “Mad Max” franchise hits the gas with the opening credits and almost never lets you catch your breath.