Andre is lovable and amusing, because he's a child with a child's enthusiasms, and we assume he will grow out of it, at least somewhat, and temper that enthusiasm with other qualities.
A project from DC from the prior year, Wednesday Comics, belies that hope.
It was a bold, interesting experiment: to turn out standard DC comics (their usual characters, their usual stories, in-continuity as far as I can tell) in a Sunday-newspaper broadsheet format. Editor Mark Chiarello's introduction to this oversized single-volume collection - they were originally printed in newspaper-size pamphlets and distributed weekly, because everything in superhero comics must be printed in a pamphlet and distributed weekly - sidestepped the fact that Sunday comics still existed at that point, and resolutely ignored the existence of humorous newspaper strips, which most of us realize has been the majority of the form for their entire history. This was one of the first worrying points: DC has a long history of humor itself, and it wouldn't have been impossible for some alternate-world version of Wednesday Comics to have an Inferior Five strip, or even, if I'm shooting for the moon, Bob Hope. (When I first got this book, I had an alternate-world hope for a mash-up style book, from some elseworlds DC with more of a sense of humor: maybe Teen Titans in a Peanuts style, or Krypto as Marmaduke or Green Arrow and Black Canary in Blondie situations. That's not something this world's DC would ever do, of course. Pity: that would be a fun book, and different from anything else on the shelves...though, again, the Big Two never do anything deliberately different these days.)
Unfortunately, the most important thing about modern superhero comics - more than the costumes, more than the secret identities, more than the endless "who would win" arguments, more than the catchphrases and shocking reverses and Never Agains - is that you must take them seriously at all times. Superhero comics are serious and deep and important, telling stories about guys in funny costumes punching each other imbued with the power of ancient myth, and anyone who doesn't accept this basic, fundamental truth will be wished into the cornfield.
So Wednesday Comics could never have been a project full of the influence of the actually most popular Sunday comics, now or ever. You'll look in vain for anything influenced by Krazy Kat here, or Bringing Up Father, or Peanuts, or Far Side, or Calvin and Hobbes - not even a Luann or Bloom County. The model for "Sunday comics" here is a very vaguely remembered Hal Foster Prince Valiant, described as if there were an era when the Sunday color insert was entirely made up of full-page adventure stories in that mode.
These are all Andre Chang comics: as big as possible, loud and flashy most of the time, modern in the most trivial ways while mostly looking backwards to a cleaned-up dream of the Silver Age. There are fifteen full stories here (plus two single-page try-outs), each one twelve big pages long. Assuming each page is roughly the size of two normal comics pages, that's essentially a single issue of story for each one of them - call it a fill-in issue, in a different, hopefully exciting format.
Some of the artists engage with the larger page - Ben Caldwell's Wonder Woman story in particular has detailed, interesting layouts that run all over the page, though unfortunately I found that one confusing and cramped, with too many tiny boxes that didn't flow as I hoped. Some artists, on the other hand, just seem to have their normal work blown up to the larger size, as Joe Kubert's (impeccably drawn, I'll admit) Sgt. Rock story, which adds bands at the bottom and top of each page to fill it out.
I'll be frank: there's not a single story here I'd pick out as exemplary in a good way. I like Kyle Baker's work a lot; here he gives us a muddy, dull Hawkman stopping aliens from hijacking airplanes (?!) and then fighting dinosaurs with Aquaman - that perhaps shows the Andre Chang-ness of it best; it's all boys playing with whatever toys they grab out of the box, making them fight.
OK. Other possible highlights include a really awesome-looking Deadman story by Dave Bullock and Vinton Heuck, Paul Pope's mildly self-pitying and convoluted Adam Strange story, and a mostly sunny and silly Supergirl story from Jimmy Palmiotti and Amanda Conner. There are also stories where the art is fun and lively, making good use of the large canvas, to tell cliched and standard stories, such as Mike Allred on Metamorpho, Joe Quiňones on Green Lantern, José Luis Garcia-López on Metal Men, and somewhat (I don't love the art-style, but it's different and inventive and striking) Sean Galloway on Teen Titans. In pretty much all of those cases, the story is bland yardgoods - there's even a "new villain hates the heroes for histrionic unspecified 'they're the real bad guys' reasons," as required for any project like this - but the art redeems it somewhat.
No story in here will surprise you, or make you laugh, or make you think. At best, you will be reminded that you think a particular character is Wicked Kewl and want to read more stories about that character punching bad guys - which, of course, is what DC wanted out of the project in the first place. So, if that happens, this book has been successful in its aim.
The book is also physically large, obviously, and a bit unwieldy to read and store. So keep that in mind if you decide to check it out. I personally got a copy from my local library, which turned out to be a great choice: I don't need to keep the thing, and trying to manhandle it into position to read will soon be just a vague memory. Wednesday Comics is more interesting as a concept than as an object in the physical world: it is ungainly, tries too hard, trips over itself, and wears out its welcome much sooner than you expect.
Wait: maybe it is essentially Marmaduke, after all.
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