Today’s cover of the day is brought to you by pulp artist extraordinare, Francesco Francavilla. It’s from near the end of the David Liss written Black Panther run where he was watching over Hell’s Kitchen while Daredevil got a grip on himself post Shadowland. It’s a gorgeous composition that really evokes 70’s cinema. I love that Black Panther doesn’t appear at all, highlighting only the major villains of this storyline. Speaking of which, Lady Bullseye is looking an awful lot like Liv Tyler…
Unfortunately, Francavilla isn’t the interior artist for this issue (for that you’ll have to go back earlier in the run) but with a cover this good, I don’t care.
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Being the significant other of a costumed hero is never easy, and examples of this are all around us in the comic world. Practically every hero in comics has faced some sort of tragedy, or at least a scare, regarding their romantic partner. Spider-Man famously witnessed/caused the death of his girlfriend Gwen Stacy, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner infamously found his girlfriend stuffed into a refrigerator… hell, Lois Lane was used as bait on a regular basis in the Silver Age and I think that whole “Superman’s Girlfriend” thing greatly exaggerated.
However, there is none with so disastrous a track record as Matthew Murdock, Esquire. In his 50 years on the stands, Daredevil has proven that although he may have lost his sight in a childhood accident, but he gained an uncanny amount of GAME. He wines ’em, he dines ’em, and he often attends their funerals. On the plus side, he always shows up stag to the cemetery, it’s terribly gauche to bring a date. But, Ladies! Don’t fall for his charms, I beg you! Underneath this shiny veneer is a dark, dark man who destroys every relationship he enters.
Ahoy-hoy Evil Geeks! It certainly was a crazy few days at the Javits last week and quite frankly, the Evil Geeks are all still laying about the Evil Lair in full on recovery mode. Arthur’s been conjuring up all kinds of crazy shit using the blood of fallen cosplayers. C-Mart’s been floating around in his M.O.D.O.K. chair all week. Biff’s been in sort of a trance, just continually building an exact replica of the Convention Center out of Legos. And Big Evil…well, no one’s actually seen him since he got into that fistfight with a horde of teens dressed as obscure anime characters. We keep getting garbled voice mail messages from him, but we stopped listening after the first 36 or so. When we could get a word out of the guys, those words were barely audible references to the hundreds of outstanding costumes that everyone had put together for the con. Here’s what we think are each of their 5 favorite costumes from the show according to their garbled ramblings.
This is a list of my top 5 favorite cosplays of NYCC, I can tell you that it very quickly turned into me picking my 5 favorite characters that I saw represented. There’s something about seeing a character you love in the flesh that really is amazing.
5.) Typhoid Mary
This was one of two Typhoid Marys we saw at this convention, but I was so pleased that she went the route of the late 80’s early 90’s incarnation and the classic purple attire. My inner Daredevil fan rejoiced.
Something happens to me when I read a well written Daredevil story. I’m riveted, I try to read as much as possible in a particular sitting then when I’m done reading, I’m thinking about what I read, what’s going to happen next and when I might have a chance to read more. This does not happen to me with generally any other comics (with the notable exception of Fatale).
There’s a lot that makes Daredevil a compelling read and for me it boils down to the fact that Daredevil and his alter ego, Matt Murdock are both individually fascinating characters. It’s not like the non-costumed identity is just a means to the costumed one. No it’s an intriguing look into the psyche of a warped and damaged man trying to keep up appearances and this collection catalogues the moment in time where the distinctive identities for better or worse begin to blur together into one.