As my fellow colleague Samuel Salama Cohen would say, “Your dream has come true!” No, Jessica Biel, Jessica Alba and Jessica Simpson (well, before she let herself go) haven’t been stalking me on Facebook just yet; but, yes, Daken and Moon Knight have finally squared paths in the palm tree silhouettes of Los Angeles.
What makes the MPD-prone hero in the white cloak and Logan’s calculating, drug-riddled son such an invigorating moment for this writer is location. It’s been a while since Marvel laid astray from the classical roots of Manhattan, whereas the second largest city in the world now serves a playground for heroes and villains, also. L.A. is easily the quirkiest city in the country, where things are often perceived as backwards, upside down or just completely out of left field.
What haunts on the terrific straight and narrow, however, is scripter Rob Williams’ take on the Hollywood scene. Daken’s inspiring Kingpin playboy is locked in, as are the results of his addiction to the dementia-driven drug, “Heat.” Moon Knight, on the other hand, incorporates many of the same traits as Bendis’ take over on the Big Shots title. Williams’ opening scene showcases Spector’s schizophrenic haggling between his Spidey and Cap personas as exactly what to do with the menacing Daken. Even more tongue and cheek, Spector’s Wolverine gets the “group” shushed out of the movie theater with warnings of his troubled son’s trust factor.
In all, this is a much slower issue of Dark Wolverine. The focus is squarely focused on the relationship — though yet not romantic — between Mr. Akihiro and the prototypical CSI: Los Angeles hot blonde on the case, Ms. Kiel. She doesn’t know entirely whether Daken is this “Claws Killer” or not, but also knows in honesty that she has no choice delving into his manipulation. That’s how Daken works the angles, and makes this book one of the most exciting on the Marvel line.
Despite the cover teasing confrontation between the Moon and the Son, we’ll have to wait next month to see it come to fruition. With solid depictions of the West Coast from Mick Bertilorenzi, neat “Heat” visions from Riley Rossmo, and the fabulous narrating voice of Daken from Williams, this is a comic that more should keep an eye out for – no matter if you’re throwing on sun block and sipping Jose Cuervo, or buying out the canned goods Wal-Mart. Los Angeles is everywhere.
Travis Moody has gone through more phases than Paris Hilton has gone through tan lines; or apropos, more phases than variations of Batman titles. Hip-hop critic. MMA fighter. Furniture mover. Screenwriter. Hollywood bouncer. This guy puts Dean Malenko to shame, or perhaps, only Hayden Christensen. Nonetheless, this all-too-positive “Loose Cannon” (as monikered from various music and film review sites) newfound phase is simply, comics. And it’s going on three years strong. After blowing the lot of his savings on graphic novels and stupid “collectible” figurines, Travis decided to leave it all alone in Boston and head to his next destiny: Hollywood, California.