We’re in the Endgame now
by Thom Yee
In spite of what others might insist, comicbooks have a great potential for meaning and depth and sometimes even occasional transcendence if met by a receptive audience. They’re just like any other storytelling medium in that way. Despite their often garish outer trappings, comicbooks aren’t inherently stupid or immature; not nearly as stupid and immature as the dismissive attitudes that would suggest they must be are anyway. Like most other stories, comicbook stories tend to speak to the broader thoughts and universal themes we all recognize simply as part of being human. Superman relates to concepts of power, divinity, and the notion of the foreigner finding their way in a strange new land. Batman represents a different kind of power, acknowledging our darkest motivations meeting our greatest hopes, no matter how unattainable those hopes might be and how bad they may be for us. Spider-Man is an everyman, facing the same troubles we all do, but, having learned an important lesson in power and responsibility, is an everyman who uses his gifts as selflessly as possible despite everything it costs him. Some comicbook characters, though… some of them are just straight-up murderers. Gifted with exotic murder powers. Designed by murder artisans who work exclusively in the medium of murder. Characters like Bullseye, whose power, basically, is to pick anything up and throw it at you, unerringly, in a way that kills you. He’s our new bad guy in this season of Daredevil. This time he doesn’t suck.
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