My first thought on picking up this comic to read this morning was that this cover says everything you need to know about early 90s Marvel "We-wish-we-were-Image" Comics. The shoulder pads.
The. Shoulder. Pads.
Of course, two pages in we're treated to this:
Um.
I was surprised by this issue on a couple of fronts. First is the art by Bret Blevins. I'm usually a fan of his work. His run on The New Mutants late in that series is some stellar comics storytelling, and his designs are wonderful. But here it almost seems like he's either chosen, or been instructed, to do his best Rob Liefeld impression. I can't even begin to figure out the physics of the above panel. Is she sitting on a stool that we can't see? Is the gun made of foam? The other surprise was that the comic, later on, becomes quite philosophical on the subject of vengeance. Though, so was yesterday's comic, by the same writer, almost 3 years prior. Much as I appreciate this kind of thoughtfulness in a superhero comic, it speaks to one of the reasons that Ghost Rider remains a B-list character: he's got one motivation, one trick up his narrative sleeve. And it's hard to sustain something like that over the course of more than 40 years now. How does a character that's defined by being a fundamental force for one particular thing grow?
Onward.
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