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Also still enjoying this, even if Frank's yet to equal the Wonder Woman issue, IMVHO.
But, I've got huge reservations about the way Robin's being handled. All right, the kid had to be included, we're not really supposed to be taking this odd mix of ultraviolence, black humour and camp that seriously, and Bruce is meant to be a bit unhinged, not to say megalomaniacal, but even so, the idea that anyone, however demented, would consider soaring across the rooftops with a pre-teen in a place like Gotham is a bit much to swallow.
Miller just about got away with this in Dark Knight by not really going into it; Robin just appeared, more or less, then got swept along by events, but here, where the whole dynamic's being picked over in more detail, it seems like a craziness too far.
And lines like 'the kid's a born detective', who can apparently pinpoint Alfred's accent to South Kensington, aren't really helping much with the suspension of disbelief.
It would have been a bit of a cheat I suppose, he's the Boy Wonder after all, but I can't help thinking it might have been better if Miller had aged him up to at least fifteen, as in the recent, and pretty much wholly convincing, reworking of Bucky in Captain America at the moment. It might not have been as funny, but there are enough laughs in this at is.
Also, how's it going to go over with the embryonic JLA;
'You, Hal, are as dumb as a sackful of spanners, Clark, you're a punk-ass virgin in the body of a god, and you Diana ... should be wearing a mask'
'Well maybe, at least we're not running round town with a twelve year old boy ...'
I suppose we'll see, and to be fair, Bruce hasn't actually taken his youthful protege out crime-fighting yet, but 'the little snot' does jar a bit, all the same. |
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