(Welcome to Comics Rewind, a weekly column devoted to discovering – or re-discovering – great comics published some time in the past. Here you will find looks back at comics published in every era, from the Golden Age to the Modern Age, as well as retrospectives on the work of important comics writers, lists of “essential” comics, and evaluations of important works, as well as works worthy of a second look or a wider audience. Enjoy!)
There’s something a little nuts about the entire superhero comic genre. There’s really no way around it. Those of us who love to read about muscled men and women in tights beating the hell out of stuff simply take this truth for granted most of the time, but that doesn’t make it any less obvious. It’s an endlessly adaptable, powerful genre where you can tell a lot of very relevant stories, but at the end of the day we’re still always taking about larger than life, mostly implausible characters who dress up in crazy outfits and fight equally implausible threats. Battle Pope never stops being aware of this. It knows it’s a crazy-ass kick-you-in-the-teeth adventure, and it’s that kind of tongue-in-cheek zaniness (combined with lots of good old fashioned blasphemy) that helps make it so damn fun.