In an effort to prove that comic books aren’t just about men in spandex hitting each other really hard, this month I’m reviewing all of Brian K. Vaughan’s superb Y: The Last Man. In April, I took a look at all the writer’s Ex Machina.
They can say ‘fuck’ in comic books?
I guess.
Jeez, they never said stuff like that in Superman.
– 355 and Yorick get “meta”, One Small Step
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s crappy works of fiction that try to sound important by stealing names from the bard.
– Cayce, Comedy & Tragedy
You know, even if the central premise wasn’t brilliantly intriguing, and the execution wasn’t top notch, I think I’d still read this, simply because Vaughan’s Y: The Last Manis just so damn charming. Thankfully, the comic is everything I mentioned above – and winningly self-deprecating to boot. Awesome.
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