Comic Review: Superman – Action Comics (2011- ) #41 [Hard Truth]

Review by Christopher Blieka
Story: Greg Pak and Aaron Kuder
Words: Pak | Art: Kuder
Colors: Tomeu Morey & HI-FI
Letter: Steve Wands

This is comic is good. Buy it. The End.

10 out of 10

*walks away*

ā€¦

Okay, okay, just kidding. But seriously, this is not a run of the mill Superman comic, a fact which is totally obvious right from the front cover. It features Superman standing (not FLYINGā€¦ just STADNING) in a grim, black background with blood spattered at his feet and the word TRUTH hovering forebodingly behind him. Heā€™s not in his iconic suit, but an ordinary pair of blue jeans and a blue superman tee shirt, contrasting the blood-red strips of cloth wrapped around the knuckles of his clenched fists. His stance is spread-legged, broad-chested, head bowed slightly, like a boxer staring his opponent down from across the ring. It says ā€œIā€™m ready. Come get some.ā€ Thereā€™s an air of grit and defiance and down-to-Earthness rarely seen on the big, blue Boy Scout. With his bloody-brawler look and short cropped hair he looks more like Frank Castle than Clark Kent, yet the tone manages not to cross into ā€œthis is not Supermanā€ territory. Full marks! And it perfectly sets up the story thatā€™s about to unfold.

Superman has lost his powers (mostly), his secret identity has been exposed (about timeā€¦), and heā€™s a long, long way from home. He is, effectively, no longer a super hero, or at least not nearly the one he used to be. Which begs the question: What do I do now? His solution: go home ā€“ go back to Metropolis and decide his next move. I donā€™t want to say too much more because I want you to read it. Thereā€™s plenty of action, and the action is ā€œgrittierā€ than your average Superman comic (reinforced by the overall blue-grey color scheme) but still it is by no means grim. The story is infused with all the warmth, sentimentality and All-American manliness we expect from Superman, and this is definitely a good thing. It feels like an update without sacrificing what makes Superman Superman. Besides, letā€™s be real here, things have gotten a little too dark lately. Superman says ā€œIā€™m down, but Iā€™m never out, and desperate times do not call for desperate measures. No matter how bad things get, we can get though it with our souls intact.ā€ We need a little more of that these days. This feels like exactly the right step forward for the boy in blue. Oh, and by the way, there is nothing cooler or more American than the Man of Steel riding cross-country on a Harley Davidson. If that doesnā€™t sell you I donā€™t know what will.

Oh yeah, and the art workā€¦ itā€™s pretty. But honestly, what did you expect? Itā€™s a SUPERMAN comic, of COURSE the artā€™s gonna be pretty. You think theyā€™d let some hack work on Superman?… Oh shut your cynical mouth, Internet! Jeezā€¦ anyway. #41 is a real promising start. I like this rough-around-the-edges Superman (he says ā€œHell yeah.ā€ I like it when he says ā€œHell yeah.ā€). Iā€™m really interested to see if this take on his character sticks. Itā€™s hard to escape the posh-yet-folksy, almost presidential aura of Classic Superman and Iā€™m not sure we ever will. Itā€™s too ingrained. Will he simply become more and more the way he used to be as his powers inevitably return, or will he retain some of this hardened, street-wise demeanor into the future? Will he ever return to his former power level, for that matter? And what about this ā€œtruthā€ that was hinted at in the cover? What could it be? Only time will tell.

5 (out of 7)

P.S. If that score seems low given how much Iā€™ve hyped this thing, itā€™s because I want to leave room for it to grow. Stop questioning me!

Christopher Blieka

I am known to this world as Christopher Lawrence Blieka, son of Edward and Mary Blieka. I was born 24 Earth-years ago under a blanket of rain and thunder, as if the heavens were foretold of my arrival, and were frankly a little pissed about it... I think they wanted a re-roll. Since then I've been on a quest to know the Truth, the absolute kind that no-one believes in anymore; the surrounding, penetrating, binds-the-galaxy-together stuff that Obi-Wan talked about. My life's purpose, if it has one, is the finding of this Truth, if it exists. But science is too hard, and religion is too mystical, and philosophy is too boring, and the mountain top is too damn far. So instead I look for the truth in my bathroom mirror. So far I've found a few pimples and what fraudulently passes for a beard. Will update if anything changes. Likes: Comic books, video games, Karate, doing nothing, and long walks in the rain.

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