If the title to my review made
little sense to you, then understand that
Batman #682 made
equal sense to me.
Just when I thought that
BATMAN R.I.P. couldn't have
sucked any worse,
DC proves me wrong
YET AGAIN, with this god-awful
re-telling of a re-telling that was...
well, pretty much as useless as perfume on a pig. In fact, after reading this issue, you kind of get the feeling that you
MIGHT have been
SCHOOLED when actually reading the entire
R.I.P. storyline. I looked around and thought Ashton might have been standing behind me. "
Am I being 'Punk'd? OMG! You freakin' had me fooled!"
The sad thing is, the creative team on this book is worth SO much more than this series. I don't know who to blame more...
the artist for artwork that looks like he's rushed to meet a deadline, or
the writer who has thoroughly confused and befuddled readers for the last several months with this book.
And again, the last panel of this book is basically the cover of
Final Crisis #2, showing Batman attached to a machine, being FED information. Is it safe to say that EVERYTHING that we've been watching Bruce Wayne go through in the R.I.P storyline was...*
GASP* a DREAM SEQUENCE!?!?
Great shades of J.R. Ewing!
Save yourself the 3 bucks. Go buy a used VHS copy of
LAWNMOWER MAN 2 and set it on
fire*. Not only will you be doing the world a favor, but you'll get more entertainment value out of it than if you read
Batman #682.
Congrats,
Bat-Creative Team, you knocked this one into the seats behind the catcher again.
*
Ask your parents permission before burning bad movies.