This article contains major spoilers(and a lot of cussing). Read at your own risk.

Oh, yeah. As much as folks think we’re doing it for shock value, nothing we did in the story was for shock value. In my opinion, everything that’s done builds upon other things. The Creature Commandos don’t show up just because I think they’re cool, they show up because they are part of some larger purpose. Something as big as Jaime getting one in the head, I don’t do that because I think its cool. But also, it has that horrible symmetry, too. That’s what makes it a little more terrible.

- Judd Winick

Ade and I both agree that Winick can write great stories, when he takes time off trolling DC readers(it’s his hobby). Jaime Reyes, the latest Blue Beetle is THE best new DC character in the past decade(oh god, I’m old).  Just slightly winning against Damian Wayne and Cassandra Cain. And then This happens.

Y U DO DIS?

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A few months back, we were able to watch Batman XXX: A Porn Parody. Aside from the part where the actors were taking off their clothes and fucking the hell out of each other, it was faithful to the 1960’s Adam West Batman show in almost every detail. The costumes, the little mannerisms of the heroes and villains, the groan-inducing (not that kind of groaning) dialog, and even the sets were accurate.

You can actually watch it while skipping through the sex scenes and end up with a pretty cohesive story. It was applauded by most fans of the TV show, even the ones who had no intention of watching people dressed up as their childhood heroes banging the brains out of each other. It goes without saying that it was a big hit, and in an industry where originality and quality aren’t the first priority, it won’t take long before we see superhero porn parodies show up.

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Okay. Blackest Night. What a ride.

So I just finished reading Blackest Night 8, and what can I say? It’s fucking awesome. It has all these moments that both made me geekgasm and cringe. Dialogue is still typical Geoff Johns: cliche-riddled but somehow it works. But in the end it’s so fucking awesome I totally forgot about the book’s flaws and I just sat and took it all in.

Okay then. Now on to the SPOILER-FILLED PART OF THE REVIEW (don’t read any further if you haven’t read BN #8): (continue reading…)

HOLY FUCK. HOLY, HOLY FUUUUCK.

(Sorry, still picking my face up from the floor to make a suitable write-up)