After years of an admixture of apprehension and anticipation for the inevitable continuation of Watchman, Doomsday Clock #1 does not disappoint.
The film failed to live up to the expectations of the American pantheon sharing the silver screen at long last, and yet there was never a moment I felt anything short of euphoria.
I felt the closest thing to love at first sight that the pieces of my long-broken heart are capable of experiencing… in our Dionysian drunkenness we did not realize how rowdy our revelry had been.
Despite being poisoned, I still managed to make more of NYCC than absolutely any other convention goer there
Snyder’s thesis is this: Batman would not be made better by having powers; such would prove a crutch, over-reliance on which would cripple Bruce’s brilliance.
Snyder’s sensational storytelling is reward enough, but the chance to crack the case while working alongside the World’s Greatest Detective adds all the more satisfaction.
The vandalism and destruction called for or committed recently evidence an eagerness to follow Rome along the same self-destructive path from civility to savagery.