Old Man Logan wrapped last week, and I have to say I’m a tad bit disappointed. Well, disappointed is not the right word, but the only one that comes to mind right now. The art by Steve McKniven was gorgeous, and the ending was fitting for the whole thing, but something was missing for me. I don’t now what it was, but I will find out. Why I’m telling you this? I’m not sure yet. It’s way late and I need to get this column out, so I’m trying to come up with material. The way it usually works, is that I start typing and see what sticks. So bear with me. I will find something funny and interesting eventually.
Dark Avengers! New Avengers! Avenged Avengers! Nah, that’s not it. I mean, Norman Osborn is funny, but Bendis is, as I’ve stated before, more than capable of pointing that out. But wait! Bureaucracy! Ha, I knew there was something. The Avengers are voting all the time, like the Justice League. And they’re sitting around a table, like constantly. Nah, that’s not it either.
Back to Logan, then. So, the Hulk ate Logan. Pretty gross. Not to be nit-picky, but wouldn’t Bruce Banner know, that Logan could heal inside of him? They probably fought a whole lot over the years, and a thing like that should stick in your brain. Then again, maybe Banner was counting on his stomach more than it actually was able to provide for him. If the rest of Wolverine would have been in the Intestines, could he have regenerated? Which brings up the question of just how regenerable Wolvie is. But I just ate, so I better not think about it.
Switching over to DC, we have the Batman. Dick is now under the Cowl, which is fun. Of course, there are small problems: Except for Batman & Robin and Red Robin, everybody seems to draw him like Bruce; which really fucking bothers me. Why put another guy in the suit and then draw him like he’s the old guy? Again, with the nit-picky. God, I shouldn’t write those columns so late at night.
Anywho, Logan. There was also a shit ton of blood in that issue. Kick-Ass levels of blood. In fact, a lot of the pages were just filled with very graphic (It’s McKniven after all!) depictions of blood. And then there were the covers at the end. Half of the book was just covers, and bonus material.
Now I remember what the word is: Underwhelmed. And the only people to blame are the creators, Mark Millar and Steve McKniven. They set the bar so high with the previous installments, that this was bound to happen. Wow, I got another one out. I guess I should be writing them at night after all. Or maybe not. Let’s see how I feel in the morning. Until then, keep reading them funny books! 
Pete Schueler is currently residing in Berlin, Germany. He’s desperately trying to get his writing career somewhere. Where that is exactly, is not defined yet, but it should be somewhere where it’s visible. He’s been a comic book and pop culture geek all his life, but started reading them funny-books again on a weekly basis just three short years ago. In this time he matured from reading just DC books, to preferring mostly Indie titles. He still has a reverence for the Big Two and superheroes in general, and consumes them at a regular rate. The books, not the heroes. 
Merin on 
