Abstract: rumination talkative useless
arth G Ennis must have had problems with the superhero as a child. I already see it: a group of older boys, dressed like Alpha Flight, blocking our lane in a classic American ( yes, I know it's Irish, but I imagine the scene as ). There's one of those huge cans, green, metallic, square, a scale emergency corroded by rust ( than ending at the first floor, with the last part retractable ) runs along a zig zag wall red brick. Puddles and a distant siren. Garth runs, stumbles, tumbles, gets up and sees the grate in front of him ( there often, in the classic American lanes), a leap and started her busy climbing to freedom, but a furry glove ( Sasquatch seems to be the claw) to the twists his ankle and pulls him down. Laughter. The voice of the lowest, a stocky type that looks like to Puck, he says himself, underlining his words, "now we have fun." Fade out. And then came Hitman . Hitman the oath to all "tights in a fruit" of the DC universe (Superman except that saint: the only, the elected ). The fact that he had powers ( little used, to be honest ) sgargiantissimo and wore a green trench coat, did not make him a super pain in the neck, not at all. It was "one of us ", one of those who flee in the dead end with the grate.
Past Tommy Monaghan, here is the Punisher "on the garth." The Punisher: No superpower, many weapons and began a much more sober ( as, of course, that skull ... ). He, too, not really a fan of superheroes ( ricambiatissimo, if I remember correctly, from all the colorful Marvel universe ).
years pass, Ennis specializes in lodging " vulgar." Become a synonym ( with inconsistent quality outcomes ) history stretched to the limits of bad taste ( sometimes beyond). I devoured the entire collection of the masterpiece " the Preacher "( to avoid misunderstandings: I also liked how he ended ) continued to giggle for that " fuck "uttered by Jesse Custer ( praise be to him), which is the first demonstration "fuck" (in every sense ... ) the power of the Reverend. Good times. I happened to read something of ours, but it slipped away from memory, so nothing, stop, end premise.
The boys
Saturday in Milan, comics on ships, entitled " the boys." The camera fits in the cover five times and seems to leave eyes (probably swollen ) of someone on the ground. The boys : a series originally published by Wildstorm , then abandoned as too violent, too vicious, too anti-superhero. In other words, a wedding invitation for a dunce like me ... : I pay my EVRI, picked up the volume and cross my fingers ( thè Barracuda me this summer to say the least bored ). The boys : five individuals in the pay of the CIA, created to control the super human in a world in which the masked vigilante are all (or almost ) in the pay of the multinationals, all (or almost ) dominated by instincts low or very low all (almost without ) doped by a DNA-modifying substance. Check means the self-appointed defenders of humanity fit with evidence ( photos, audio, long used condoms, whips decorated with blood and fingerprints, etc.. ) of their base instincts in action, but also, if required (and preferentially maybe, who knows ), hot off spirits with violence, with a lot of violence, with all the violence necessary, with a bit of unnecessary violence. Not for nothing the leader of the group calling itself "The Butcher".
Well in short, the boys promises all the worst, does what it promises ( browse to believe ), But mostly fails to do so with a balanced narrative structure, which dispenses sentimental items by entering a drift, a component of "training" by drawing characters that are not cut with an ax but prove surprisingly three-dimensional. Hitman 2.0? This first release says yes. I look forward to the second number.
