Ugh. - decaf
For the first time in years, I had a violent, physical reaction to a comic book today. When I was finished reading it, I threw Action Comics #865 at the ground in disgust.
In it, Winslow Schott--the Superman villain known as the Toyman--asserts to Jimmy Olsen and the comics-reading audience that he doesn't belong in Arkham Asylum becuase he's "not a Batman guy." By way of evidence that he doesn't deserve to be there, he produces an army of robots that he's used for years to act behind the scenes, apparently never actually getting his own hands dirty. Along the way (and as the centerpiece of the story), Schott's toy-men retcon 1994's Superman #84, in which Schott (in his dark, Psycho-inspired '90s persona) killed Adam Grant, the son of one of Superman's staple supporting characters of the day, Catherine "Cat" Grant.
On the one hand, the final page of Action #865 is something I look forward to seeing developed more--but on the other hand, this issue was an expansion of exactly what left a sour taste in my mouth about Johns's breakthrough Green Lantern miniseries, Rebirth. He reaches back into a story that was not inherently bad, and changes it around to accomodate his personal agenda (which, in both cases, is to remove responsibility from a character for actions considered objectionable by the writer or the current editorial regime). Given that the follow-up wherein Cat Grant visited Schott in jail is one of the better character moments in the long and storied Jurgens run on Superman, any tinkering with the mythology surrounding this story grabs me in a way I just don't like.