The controversial Catwoman #0 cover raises a lot of questions, but the biggest one is probably this: seventy-plus years into Selina Kyle’s fictional existence, can’t DC come up with something better?
So let’s say you’re standing around the ol’ water cooler, trying to argue with your co-workers about how comic books are high art. “Oh yes, there are some amazing graphic novels out there. Jimmy Corrigan, Stitches, Julius Knipl…great literature, all of it.”
“Sure,” replies a doubter, “But what about this?”
“But…but…but,” you stammer.
“That’s right,” says your friend. “A whole lot of butt. Basically just butt and boobs, in fact. And big red lips. Mustn’t forget those.”
You sigh. “I mean, the good people at DC are trying their best to seem all-inclusive, hip, ‘with it,’ and so forth. They’ve turned Alan Scott gay for some reason or another, even though the storyline doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. And besides, the cover could be worse: Rob Liefeld could have drawn it, and then Selina Kyle wouldn’t have had feet or hands, either.”
Absent some CGI enhancement, it’s unlikely that Anne Hathaway’s Catwoman will sport the same 55-20-55 dimensions as artist Guillem March’s version. She’ll be sexualized and stylized, natch, but the human body–even the human body after years of plastic surgery–has its limits. Meanwhile, in the same universe where Superman can turn back time and Batman can recover from multiple debilitating injuries without any loss of mobility, no physique is impossible.
And that goes for the heroes as well as the heroines. Even as the blogosphere rightly resounds with righteous indignation over March’s silly sketch, what is an impressionable young lad to make of something like this?
Aside from the fact that it’s poorly drawn and incredibly confusing, I mean.
I used to love reading the “spandex” books, but misguided reboots, frequent price increases, and sloppy storylines gradually caused to me lose interest in the genre. The Catwoman #0 cover raises a lot of questions, but here’s the biggest one for me: seventy-plus years into Selina Kyle’s fictional existence, can’t DC’s bullpen of artists come up with something better than this?