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Batman: The Killing Joke

I have to admit, Batman: The Killing Joke was a bit underwhelming for me.

It’s not that it wasn’t good, or it wasn’t worth the money I paid. Quite the contrary. It was both of those, and how. The origin of Batman’s crazy archnemesis told in an equally manic fashion garners a buy from me anyday. Considering how much I seem to love the works of Alan Moore, it’s no wonder I grabbed this as soon as I saw it.

No, it wasn’t because of those. The whole thing left me a bit unshaken because I had already seen it, some 16 or so years before. Remember the original Batman movie? Ah, there we go.

In the film, the origin of the Joker (and what an awesome Joker Jack Nicholson was) was also played out. Chemical factory, break-in, Batman arrives, gives chase, some poor dude falls in a vat of green liquid and is presumed dead. He resurfaces later with bleach white skin and candy green hair, mind twisted beyond recovery.

In the comic, almost the exact same thing happens, albeit with a little more exposition on the story. The infamous Red Hood gang has managed to persuade a down-on-his-luck comedian into helping them break into the nearby chemical plant. Of course things go awry and soon the poor comedian is the only one left standing. Being chased by the Batman and in a state of panic, he jumps into the river and comes back to land damaged beyond all recognition. Enter the Joker.

The Joker

Although I already knew the main revelation of the story, I found the rest of the read enjoyable nonetheless. Moore shows off his penchant for raising suspense by telling the story with flashbacks alongside the rest of the action. In the end the book poses the question of whether or not Batman is really all that different from his greatest enemy.

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.

That’s how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

Truer words were never spoken. It’s all chilling stuff.

I have the new deluxe edition, which apparently is a recolored version of the original. The color palette this time around is much colder and less… 80s. Seriously, see for yourself. Brian Bolland did a fantastic job of going over John Higgins’ old work, for sure.

Yes, I was underwhelmed. But don’t let that fool you: it’s the Joker’s origin. How can it not be good?


Who watches the watchmen?

So I just finished reading Watchmen, and I have to say, it is one of the deepest graphic novels I’ve read.

The Comedian's smiley

Most of the novels that float around now, while having their own artistic and literary merits, tend to focus too much on fantastic and otherworldly concerns. There’s too little social relevance. Now that might not be too bad in itself, as the graphic novel medium (and on a wider perspective, the comic book) exists primarily for fantasy storylines, but you have to wonder, if it’s only fantasy we’re going to be reading, what’s the point? If we’re not going to be getting anything, why read in the first place?

Watchmen is the finest of its breed. Or maybe, I should say it’s of another breed entirely. No other graphic novel I’ve come upon has really managed to so successfully pull off social commentary beside artistic pursuit. There’s so much meat, so much to uncover beyond the great art by Dave Gibbons and the colors by John Higgins. Sometimes I think Alan Moore, writer of other notable works like V for Vendetta, is a genius or a magician or a psychologist or a political scientist or maybe all of them in one. He must keep all those powers hidden in his wildman-beard.

Watchmen starts off flying. There’s been an apparent murder and vigilante investigator Rorschach is on the case. What he finds leads him and the reader deeper and deeper into the world of the masked adventurer - two generations of them, and of which the former is a part of - all the way to the uncovering of a plot that endangers the entire world. This is juxtaposed against the uncertain politico-military situation near the end of the Second Cold War back in 1985. Interspersed in measured intervals come various side stories and metafiction that add to the dystopian world of the work, as well as provide glimpses into why things are the way they are in said world. It’s a very intricate plot that mixes both reality and fantasy to great effect.

The Minutemen

What strikes me most about this work is the depth of characterization. There’s so much to each individual player in the story: their innocent (or not) backstories, their own individual as well as collective efforts in fighting crime, their dillusionment and their psychologies, all presented in a manner which never lets the reader forget that these are not superhumans like Superman or the X-Men, rather, just people dressed up in some elaborate costume, with their own personal problems and issues. In the subject of heroes which often degrades into a battle of the superpowers of each character, having one that looks from the perspective of problems you and me face everyday is quite refreshing. Perhaps that’s what makes Watchmen so strong and accessible as a story: despite the fact that there are inclinations to the superheroes we’ve become familiar with through the characters’ costumes, aliases, gadgets and such, there’s still that human element residing in each and every one of them. Even the one who isn’t entirely human anymore still has memories of his past.

Watchmen touches on many themes, but at its heart it’s about the fragility and possibly the banality of human existence, alongside the struggle of people to survive through the history that they themselves create.

Very highly recommended. It isn’t on Time Magazine’s All-Time 100 Best Novels for nothing, you know.

Consequently, there’s a movie adaptation which just finished filming. In the manner of Rorschach, “Movie out in 2009. Will wait patiently. Lots of expectations.”