Geoff Johns, John Romita Jr., Klaus Janson
Geoff Johns has a pretty strong Johns-ian start in this issue. I'm not going to say anything quite so outrageous like Geoff Johns really "gets" the character, because I have no idea what that even really means anymore, but the issue is heartfelt and entertaining, with Johns really working to get at the "humanity" (see: "loneliness") of this iteration of Superman. I say "iteration" because who even knows when this will all get reset and we get another, slightly different Superman anymore? It's gotten to a point where following the story lines of your favorite superheroes is a largely futile pursuit, and to me it makes more sense to just take stories in the context of the writers'/artists' larger body of work. So how does this stack up in Johns's long list of superhero comics? It's pretty good and everyone kept their arms. There's also some pretty reckless child endangerment to keep it exciting. I'm sure it'll be fine.
Anyway, the big draw here is John Romita Jr., of course. I think this is his first time working on a DC book or something like that? That can't be right, can it? JRjr has been around forever! I guess that forever has been spent with drawing the shit out of everyone in the Marvel universe, though, so he's moved his considerable talents over to the other side of the fence. Apparently when you're sick of drawing the same superheroes everyday, you just say fuck it and, uh, draw... other... superheroes. Which is fine by me, considering the last time I remember JRJr doing something outside of the big two's superheroes he churned out something called The Gray Area, which didn't exactly catch on. I mean, if you want a superhero book why not go with JRjr? That guy's great for this stuff. Check out Superman punching out Titano, the giant gorilla that has Kryptonite inside him for some reason (or is he a robot gorilla now? is that new? sorry, not up to date with Titano news either, I guess).
(shoutout to Entertainment Weekly for that tight watermark. PROTECT YA NECK.)
And it's not just the bombastic shit that JRjr does either. Bars, offices, Clark Kent's sad little apartment. It's all there in that blocky, straight-line style of his, and it's dope because everything feels chunky and heavy and real. Like the way JRjr draws all of these whatever city locations makes it feel like real places in a real city, like maybe there's an actual map to these places somewhere in JRjr's tequila soaked brain. Same goes for the characters we get in this issue. Different sizes, different shapes, they all look like distinct people populating this chunky, heavy city. Superman in particular looks like a pretty beefy, yet mobile dude (a shame they still can't do anything about that awful new liney mandarin collar costume, though). Clark looks like a guy roughly the same size of Superman, but he couldn't possibly be Superman. I mean, would Superman, the best dude on the planet, wear some bullshit like glasses and a backwards snapback (ugh, even worse it looks like it could be a velcro-strap)?