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If there's one bit where 52 let me down rather, it was the absence of the sexualised injury and degradation of women. From a major company like DC, frankly, I expected better, especially after the highs of Identity Crisis.
Don't get me wrong - they did try, and I really appreciate it. A lot of this was based around Isis, of course, whom we see introduced as a sex slave to make it quite clear how Intergang roll - after a lengthy and tedious period where she was pretty much unmolested, we finally got to see a man in armour ramming his big chopper into her pretty face. That was just a prelude, however, to Pestilence covering her face and bare thighs with his gooey muck. Then, just in case you hadn't got it, telling death that he had spread his pestilence over and inside her. Good work, fella!
That pretty much saved it for me. Honourable mentions definitely for Renee Montoya (promiscuity? Clearly having a breakdown), Batwoman (in bondage and stabbed through the chest), Natasha Irons (tricked into sexy with the man who killed and ate her boyfriend), and let's not forget random death pregnancy lady in the Queen Styx arc.
I know it's not strictly speaking 52, but honourable mention to Terra in World War III - quality penetration action. I had rather hoped that Black Adam was going to forget himself and have sex with Young Frankenstein so hard his arms came off, but no way of living is entirely without disappointment.
Seriously, though, I think 52 could have been redeemed with one single page on which, after Nightwing has realised that in order to save Gotham he will have to follow a werewolf around the city to save it from a set of incendiary bombs activated by a shapeshifting squid and his mates, while Renee Montoya races to save Batwoman from being sacrificed according to the dictates of a holy book written in the most godawful Denis Waterman cockerney ever encountered, he mutters "No. This is just ridiculous", gets into his batwingnightplane and pisses off to Bludhaven, there to change his name and sell insurance, as Gotham glows red on the horizon. |
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