Suspension of Disbelief

Comic stories are fantastic tales, and require a lot of suspension of disbelief. You have to believe a man will fly for a bit. However, everyone has some thing or things that sets them off and breaks there SoD.

As a born and raised Bronx boy, I had one of those moments with the fourth issue of the fantastic new Daredevil run (and if you are not reading this, you hate freedom).

With respect to Mark Waid, the Bronx Zoo hasn’t had their big cats in cages since I was a wee young’n. I have vague recollections of seeing the Big Cat House’s cages filled with wonderful creatures, but they’ve long since shifted to open habitats. This is, of course, what the art shows.

Amazing how one tiny caption can make me go “But… wait” but the concept of a blind ninja lawyer with radar powers is totally okay.

The Worst Bit of the New 52

I have to say, the cancellation of Mister Terrific is not coming as a shock. I always enjoyed Michael Holt in the JSA, and was really looking forward to this series. Alas, he went from being the quietly badass third smartest man in the world to a guy who spouted lines like this:

I have the hardest time finding any of the dialogue natural, especially the bit where he calls himself “black guy”.

Then he does it again in issue four:

How horribly cliche.

Congratulations DC: You managed to take one of the few heroes with no blackspliotation tones and turn him into one of the crowd. That’s as bad as, I dunno, deciding to make a Batman of Africa, like it’s this one tiny place or like that’s the only place that can have a black Batman.

Oh wait.