Supergirl #44 October 2009
Gates, Igle, Sibal
In my relentless quest to find interesting and readable mainstream comics that have female characters in plots that don’t make me reel back in horror, I picked up Supergirl. Oddly, I thought that since the comic was named after her, it would feature her character.
Just goes to show that I am ignorant about comics.
The comic begins with no introduction or backstory and focuses on a strange, large, lumpy man in lavender spandex. He’s been captured by someone and he wants out. Eventually, he fights a John McCain lookalike and frees himself:
His eyes glow red and he speaks in Zapf Dingbats, so you know he’s crazy or possessed.
We switch to a scene with the Supe himself, walking with Lois Lane, who is looking dumpy and strange in loose and unattractive eighties style modular knits. There’s talk between various big dogs while Supergirl (I had to guess based on her outfit), looks left out and or pensive. Eventually, they allow her to go talk to her childhood best friend, as long as she is chaperoned by some other guy.
Meanwhile, a female reporter in Frederick’s Of Hollywood hookerwear tries to find some leads.
Supergirl fights her childhood friend and gets possessed, which you can tell by the cover of the comic and the odd overlay of purple glowy light on her face in the last panel.
That’s it, really.
Lumpy men in gross purple bodysuits and a sad, forlorn, actionless and directionless mini-superheroine.
Note to comic writers: Come on. Who thought this was a good idea? The heroine takes no action. She has zero growth. No initiative. Hell, she has no character! And the art sucks.