Welcome to our very first review. We decided to give the reverence to the comic that somehow ended up in every 1990s comic book collection. After years of meeting fellow collectors of worthless comics from our generation, it seems we are all magically bound by this common title. Yes, we may all have missed Spawn #1 or #4, WildCATs #1 or even GEN13 #2 but somehow we didn't miss STORMWATCH #1. This is a strange phenomenon that somehow happened. We're all united by this waste of ink and paper. And to give you the best possible review of this chaotic masterpiece is our new friend and special guest: Daniel Elkin! We're thrilled to have him...
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STORMWATCH #1
Published by: Image Comics/Malibu Comics
Written by: Brandon Choi and Jim Lee
Art by: Scott Clark
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What a miserable month.
As if there wasn't enough shit in the atmosphere already in March, 1993, Image Comics fucking sharted out Stormwatch #1 into the world.
Now I know there are plenty of Stormwatch fans out there. Hell, DC has even included the title in their relaunch. But seriously, this is 1993 Stormwatch. Say what you will about what happens to the team in the future, but their birth was a seriously exploded placenta and vaginal dischargedcovered stillbirth.
There. I said it. And I'm proud.
Now I know there are plenty of Stormwatch fans out there. Hell, DC has even included the title in their relaunch. But seriously, this is 1993 Stormwatch. Say what you will about what happens to the team in the future, but their birth was a seriously exploded placenta and vaginal dischargedcovered stillbirth.
There. I said it. And I'm proud.
So there's this rather dramatic opening splashpage full of all those
fucking thin black lines that had to cover everything in comic books in
the 90's. There's Battalion blasting away in Sarajevo, killing people
all over the place in the name of saving U.N. Envoy John Windsor and a
bunch of children.
The next page is a double splash where we get to meet the rest of the team and see some of the soldiers they are killing.
This is the first of many pose-off's that occur in this comic. What was
it about this decade that made artists like Scott Clark feel the need
to constantly put the characters in these outlandish positions? Was it a
reflection of the narcissism of the decade. Was Madonna more prescient
than anyone ever gave her credit for when she released Vogue at the start of this horrific decade? Just look at Winter in the art above. Who stands like that?
Anyway... blast, blast, kill, kill.... Then the bad guys show up for their pose.
Which the Stormwatch team sees as a challenge, I guess, so they strike a new pose.
Stormwatch and the Mercs fight over posing rights or something.
Stormwatch defeats the Mercs, but at the cost of the life of U.N. Envoy
John Windsor, who was a friend of Battalion . This fucks up Battalion
and gives him nightmares. I know this since the comic suddenly jumps to
Battalion's apartment in Manhattan two days later and he is sitting up
in his bed screaming “Noooooo!”
I hate lazy shit like this.
Battalion has not only been woken up by his nightmares, but also by the
fact that there are police at his door. Freakishly muscle bound,
Battalion marches to the door, only to find this waiting for him on the
other side:
Really?
Did women actually wear outfits like this in the 90's? Did their arms
hang down to their knees like this? Did they feel the need to pose with
one arm akimbo while delivering platitudes of condolence?
There has been an awful lot of discussion lately about the depiction of
women in comics. I am certainly no authority on this topic, but come
on.... look at this shit. I would love to hear what Brandon Choi, Scott
Clark, and especially Jim Lee had to say about why they
chose to depict Synergy the way they did on this page. I assume there
was a thought process behind it. I would just like to hear what it was.
Whatever...
Synergy is at the door with Battalion's brother, Malcolm, who has been
arrested earlier in the evening for breaking and entering and
accidentally shooting one of his accomplices in the chest, killing him.
Because Battalion is a member of Stormwatch, though, his whole family
has diplomatic immunity which means the police can't do anything with
Malcolm.
I think this whole bit is supposed to provide some sort of character
development for Malcolm and Battalion, but honestly the whole thing is
such crap that all it does is annoy me even further. I mean, diplomatic
immunity? That's what they come up with?
Then there's some more shit about Skywatch and Weatherman One that
serves no purpose in the narrative of this issue, but is probably
important to know if you wanted to read more of the series. I don't at
this point, so fuck it.
The comic then jumps to U.N. Envoy John Windsor's funeral where Synergy
and Battalion have a conversation about his leaving Stormwatch.
The bad guys take the funeral as an opportunity for payback and posing.
There's fighting. There's bullshit dialogue. There's more of those black
lines covering everything. And then one of the Mercs shoots Malcolm.
On the ground, steaming, Malcolm echoes my exact sentiments after having read this far into this comic.
There's been this whole subplot (or maybe it's the main plot, who knows)
about capturing Seedlings. It turns out that Malcolm is one of them,
which gives Synergy the opportunity to suddenly break out in a sweat
covered grimace and touch Malcolm's face.
Her fingernail to his cheekbone “activates” him somehow. The act of “activating” Malcolm means this:
It also means that this comic is over.
I don't know. Maybe I'm being too harsh. I'm sure that if I was in the
right frame of mind I might be able to find some redeeming features to Stormwatch
#1, but right now I just can't do it. I found the comic just plain
offensive to my sensibilities both in terms of art and story. It felt
formulaic, it relied on lazy story telling, it seemed more like a
showcase for bad art than an actual piece of entertainment, and it just
reeked of profit mongering – pretty much everything that turned me
against comics in the 90's.
And with so much else going on in the world now, and so many, many better comics out there to read, I'm just downright pissed that I even spent 15 minutes of my life immersed in this book, let alone all the time I've now devoted to writing about it.
All of this brings me back to my original questions. Why the hell am I doing this? Why even try to draw attention to comics this awful? Maybe, other than having some sort of martyr complex, I am trying to serve a purpose.
Maybe, just maybe, I am reminding people that comics don't need to be like this. Maybe, just maybe, I'm helping some aspiring young comic creator understand all that can go wrong with the medium and, through this understanding, inspire him or her to try something original, something dynamic, something important.
Because comics can be these things. They can be inspirational, they can point to our human condition in both a celebratory and condemning fashion, they can make you think about your world, yourself, and your society. Comic can be important.
So, ultimately, as much as I would like to smack each of you on the back of the head hard for putting this wet brown bag of a comic out, thank you Brandon Choi, Jim Lee, and Scott Clark for doing it. Your garbage has made me grapple with myself, answer some questions, give me some purpose, and, through that, I hope to have inspired others.
And with so much else going on in the world now, and so many, many better comics out there to read, I'm just downright pissed that I even spent 15 minutes of my life immersed in this book, let alone all the time I've now devoted to writing about it.
All of this brings me back to my original questions. Why the hell am I doing this? Why even try to draw attention to comics this awful? Maybe, other than having some sort of martyr complex, I am trying to serve a purpose.
Maybe, just maybe, I am reminding people that comics don't need to be like this. Maybe, just maybe, I'm helping some aspiring young comic creator understand all that can go wrong with the medium and, through this understanding, inspire him or her to try something original, something dynamic, something important.
Because comics can be these things. They can be inspirational, they can point to our human condition in both a celebratory and condemning fashion, they can make you think about your world, yourself, and your society. Comic can be important.
So, ultimately, as much as I would like to smack each of you on the back of the head hard for putting this wet brown bag of a comic out, thank you Brandon Choi, Jim Lee, and Scott Clark for doing it. Your garbage has made me grapple with myself, answer some questions, give me some purpose, and, through that, I hope to have inspired others.
