Len Wein. Creator, with Bernie Wrightson, of Swamp Thing in the seventies. Len Wein. Editor of various other Swamp Thing projects in the eighties. Relaunching the book forty-four years later. Wow, right?
He writes Swamp Thing as a pro-wrestler. A bad, eighties pro-wrestler who talks trash and sells beef jerky. It’s startling. Because the rest of the comic isn’t a gag, it’s a very straightforward–if bright–callback to the mainstream chiller comics of the seventies. Only with Kelley Jones art and out of sync Kelley Jones art. Jones has done Swamp Thing before, to great effect (I think), but… here? No. The colors are wrong, but no. Still no. Jones and Wein are out of sync.
The comic isn’t what I was expecting. I was expecting much better, not Swampy talking trash to an alligator named Albert, not cruddy narration, not too cheap exploitative cliffhangers. Swamp Thing is dumb.
Plus, Wein’s got very limited imagination for what he can do in the book. Swamp Thing on a case. Who cares?
It’s a complete and utter misfire, which is simultaneously comforting and distressing.
CREDITS
The Dead Don’t Sleep; writer, Len Wein; artist, Kelley Jones; colorist, Michelle Madsen; letterer, Rob Leigh; editor, Rebecca Taylor; publisher, DC Comics.
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Love to see you elaborate on the simultaneous comfort and distress at the new Swampy, but that’d take too long. For me it continues to illustrate the utter lack of control or vision DC managers have over their own content these days. Thus, a great line of Swampy comics can now say it finally has a shitty reboot to its name.