Sunday, May 23, 2010

The Boys Vol. 1: The Name of the Game

The first six issues of The Boys is an excellent opening to a very adult book. In previous posts I've praised other writers (Warren Ellis) for writing stories that deal with superheroes in different, and often times, more realistic ways. Granted, realistic is a relative term when dealing with superpowers based comics, but holding stories true to how human nature and society actual is is (double word double points) quite refreshing.

In Garth Ennis's...ok, wait a moment. What is with these writer's last names ending with the letter "s"? I never know exactly how to do the possessive punctuation with the apostrophe. Anyway, back to Garth Ennis and his work on The Boys, he writes a story about the gathering of a team of normal humans who keep Superheroes in-line. In the world Garth Ennis creates, superheroes are very much like rock-stars who think they can do anything they want in regards to causing a disaster to stop a villain or, even more along the rock-star status, using and abusing women left and right.

A specific scene involves a humiliating degrading induction of a new female superhero to a popular superhero team. Another scene shows a couple of popular heroes doing very taboo things to each other for the joy of a good time. People that should be the face of morality and the society they protect are out of control with self indulgence and lack of care for the public.

This attitude is dangerous. With the backing of the C.I.A. a group of boys and one girl basically sabotage heroes into being good. They find the dirt on the good guys. They understand that the world isn't just right and wrong, good and evil. The grey areas need looking out after, and the Boys do it.

The Boys Vol. 1: The Name of the Game gets the comic of the day tag for more reasons than the original story. I mentioned earlier that the book was adult oriented and by that I mean there are a lot of naked chicks and sexual encounters. I read the book late at night with some sensual music on. All I'm saying is...I appreciate the art more on some pages than others.

Apparently, I'm 11 years old.

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