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Into the back issue box #48

You know, I’ve been experimenting with putting some covers above the break, just to entice you to keep reading, but this entrant into our series is so godawful, so terrible, so horrifyingly eye-gouging, that I must keep you in suspense as long as I can. If you thought writing 2000 words about Firestar was excessive, I’d think twice about reading this, as I’ll probably double that writing about how bad this comic is. But hey! that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? So don’t click that “Continue Reading” link unless you’ve prepared yourself mentally and physically. I suggest re-reading V for Vendetta really quickly before you read further. That should help.

I WARNED YOU!!!!!!

Gaze upon the unholy terror!!!!!! Okay, let’s break down this cover – I posted it large so you can soak in the awesomeness. We have the Tenth in the background (I know that’s who it is because I’ve read the comic, don’t you know), with a tiny, tiny head and a seemingly featureless face, gargatuan shoulders and pecs, and a tiny yet rock-hard abdominal area. His hands, note, are bigger than his entire head! That chain appears to act as suspenders, and he appears to be wearing MC Hammer parachute pants because they seem to stretch from one thigh to another without going anywhere near his crotch. Given the state of the ladies, the lack of definition in the Tenth’s nether regions is somewhat chortleable. Then we have Espy, the dark-haired young lady. She’s wearing a strategically torn Nine Inch Nails T-shirt and a bikini bottom. I’m not entirely sure what she’s doing with her hands – either she’s striking a dramatic martial arts pose or stretching after a good nap. Then we have Zorina, nestled in some kind of machinery sprinkled with blood. She’s naked, but note how the tiny wisps of fabric covering her manage to obscure where her nipples would be … if she actually had nipples, which doesn’t appear to be evident from this drawing. I mean, the fabric isn’t even in the right place, so I’m not sure why it’s there. Lose the fabric and don’t draw any nipples! She’s sleeping, which seems to confirm my theory that Espy is waking up from a good nap. It can’t bode well when your main characters find the action in the book that boring. And then there’s the cat. We’ll get back to the cat.

Before we get to the boilerplate, I’ll link to the ground rules for these posts. That remains the question as we pore over the horror that is the fourth issue of The Tenth: Does this do enough to make a first-time comic book reader want to come back to our favorite pastime? Or does the sheer suckiness make people want to visit Dr. Destiny’s diner and shove knitting needles into their ocular sockets?

The Tenth #4 (of 4) is created and drawn by Tony Daniel, “developed” and written by Beau Smith, inked by Mario Alquiza, colored by Paul Mounts, and lettered by Steve Outro. To their eternal shame, it was published by Image, and is cover dated June of 1997. If you thought Tony Daniel’s art on Batman was bad, consider this: Tony Daniel drawing Batman is like your favorite artist in existence compared to Tony Daniel on The Tenth. I’m tempted to scan ever single page and leave it at that so you get a full measure of the horror of this book, but as this isn’t scans_daily and I’m not a complete douchebag, I’ll be selective in what I show you. Your sanity will thank me.

Let’s delve into this, shall we? On the first page, we get all the recap we’re going to. I’d like to quote the prose, if you don’t mind (all of this, mind you, is [sic]):

It’s all been set in motion. When the bombs go off everything will change … Transformation in others have already been made. Ones that you wouldn’t believe. Once the bombs have gone off, the ultimate metamorphous will begin. One that is global. One that will bring on — Darkk Earth. From that a new race will be born. One built in his twisted image. The image of the madman — Rhazes Darkk! The outside world believes him to be a great benefactor. The truth is he is the very core of evil. A core that lies in the supposed utopia called Springdale. In reality Springdale is the new gates of Hell. Gates that will open acorss the world and lead everything to a global genetic holocaust.

Well, Smith used the correct form of “lie.” That’s something, right?

After that, I just don’t know what else to say. But there are still 23 pages left! Oh dear. So we reluctantly turn the page. We see a comely young lass who we learn fairly quickly is named Espy – yes, she’s named after the annual awards that ESPN bestows upon athletes (to be fair, this came out before those awards existed … maybe they named them after her?) and she’s on the radio to the Pentagon, trying to convince them to send a “task force.” The person on the other end of the radio demands proof. Espy tells him “This is a very serious thing here!” which, shockingly, fails to move him. He does tell her that “Ms. Bahareh” is on her way, but unless the woman at the end of the issue is Ms. Bahareh (and I think she must be), that’s all we hear of that. I do enjoy that the guy on the line – we learn later that he’s General Greer – has part of an American flag on the lens of his glasses. I assume it’s supposed to be a reflection of the one in his office, but it looks like it’s just painted onto the lens. That would make Greer a hell of a lot cooler, I reckon. In the middle of this call, Espy gets interrupted by Zorina, who tells her where she is. Espy apparently thought Zorina was dead. Espy tells Zorina she’s coming to get her, and she and her cat, Arusa, spring into action. This is Daniel’s drawing of the cat:

That's just weird, man!

Excuse me? Now, to be fair, in the rest of the book the cat looks like a cat, but that one drawing is simply hideous. If I were a cat, I’d sue.

So Espy reaches Corridor 12, Room 17, where Zorina is holed up, and she “unlocks” the door by destroying it. Apparently, she’s telekinetic, as Daniel helpfully explains in the letters column (oh, we’ll get to the letters column). Unfortunately, inside she finds … the bad guys! Yes, Zorina was forced to call her and lure her to the room! You know I have to show the entire giant spread:

I mean, seriously?  Seriously?

There’s poor nipple-less Zorina, somehow attached to the cloak of … is that Slash? Sure looks that way. Although that thing has better hair than everyone’s favorite Gun or Rose. His name, apparently, is Blackspell. Then there’s the chick in the middle. Now that’s an outfit! The chick on the right is, surprisingly, not terribly well-endowed. I’m sure that’s Daniel’s nod toward the feminists reading the book! And I enjoy Espy’s strategically ripped clothing – is that due to all the action, or is it a fashion statement? In 1997, one could never be sure. The guy in the chair, who’s apparently Rhazes Darkk, explains to Espy (who is Miss Del Torro occasionally and Miss Del Toro at other times) that her powers are “god-given” but not the god she thinks … he is that god! Well, that blows. We turn the page and suddenly we’re in a dungeon, with more fairly awesome narration: “The vines. They carry the strength, the Earth’s blood … that will be used to release my own … and in turn release … the POWER … the monster.” We get a picture of a dude hanging by chains and vines talking to himself: “Dark [sic] must be stopped. I’m the only one left. The Tenth. There can be no more.” Well, at least that explains who he is, if not why he’s called the Tenth (I assume Smith and Daniel had already covered it). The blood, apparently, turns him into a monster, and he easily snaps his bonds:

My eyes!  MY EYES!!!!

Then he tears into “the servants of the Darkk” with this awesome turn of phrase: “Too many to go around. But just enough to go through.” Let the mayhem begin! Meanwhile, back in Room 17, Daniel decides to give us a full-page drawing of Espy:

Her facial expression seems to point to opium addiction.  I wouldn't blame her!

I hate to point this out, but man, her breasts are doing some serious gravity-defying there. It’s not like she’s wearing a push-up bra or anything. Anyway, Darkk tells her that she’ll join his ranks and now that he has the Tenth, he can take over the planet blah blah blah. She, of course, is defiant, but on the next page, Blackspell tells her that she “will slut [her] powers out to his every command!” I’m not sure you can use “slut” in that way, but whatever. The rips in her T-shirt, notice, have magically woven themselves back together:

See?  Check out those dead eyes!

I mean, seriously: If you’re going to tear her shirt, at least make the tears consistent! Darkk calls her a “shapely little morsel,” which is apparently the last straw. She uses her powers to force Blackspell to release Zorina. This, apparently, causes her shirt to rip more. Of course. Darkk, of course, loves her “anger, rage” and “will to punish.” Because he’s, you know, evil. He zaps her with lightning from his hand and says, “Now I must tame you. Like a wild beast … you must be harnessed.” That Darkk – he knows what the ladies like to hear! Meanwhile, under the complex, the Tenth is coming for Espy. Back in the room, Darkk is still torturing Espy when her cat leaps toward him … and pees on him. Would I lie to you?

This might be the worst panel in comic book history.

Suddenly, he has no control over those three hotties who were ringed around him earlier. They tell him they’re not his slaves anymore, just like that. Cat pee – it stops evil in its tracks! Then some armored dude who we haven’t yet seen in this issue thrusts two big spears through Darkk’s back (yes, I am using “thrust” deliberately, loading that sentence up with all the connotations the verb has – believe me, if Daniel isn’t subtle, why should I be?) and tells him that he’s strayed from the original goal and that “Gozza” has remained pure. Who’s Gozza? Oh, we’ll find out, my good readers. WE WILL FIND OUT! Darkk goes down and the three girls check him out, getting grossed out by his blue blood. He calls them “bitches,” which is important in a page or two. But he’s not dead yet! We can tell he’s about to power up for some big finale, and Espy and Zorina think it’s a good time to skedaddle. Before they can get out of there, Blackspell grabs Zorina, and we get this charming image:

The hand on the ass really makes this drawing shine, I think.

Luckily for our heroines (and the fine reputations of Ms. McCarthy and Ms. Electra), the Tenth finally reaches the room, and Daniel really goes all out showing us his entrance:

I think my brain just exploded.

You’ll continue to notice that Zorina is still naked, but what I assume are blood spatters are covering up her naughty bits. That’s what we like to call “classy.” The Tenth rips Slash apart until his “inner vortex” is disrupted, and Blackspell (I guess) teleports out. The guy who stabbed Darkk is still there, ranting about how he’s going to blow the whole place up. The three hotties happen to have two motorcycles, so they also make a break for it. Then Gozza shows up (well, as a holo-projection). He’s a little boy with huge dragon feet. I kid you not:

Is he supposed to be scary or funny?

He tells Darkk that Darkk created him to succeed him, and now he, Gozza, is fulfilling that destiny. He disappears and then, on the next page, the Tenth separates the head of the dude who stabbed Darkk from the rest of his body. This does nothing to stop the countdown, mind you. Darkk claims that he can destroy the Tenth because he created him, which sounds reasonable. We switch to the motorcycles, on which the three hotties are about to run down our heroines. Espy stops the bikes with her mind, which causes the riders to fly through the air and renders them unconscious when they hit the ground. Zorina, who is, I’ll remind you, naked but also, I’ll remind you, trying to get out of there before a frickin’ bomb goes off, notices that the redhead has a nice outfit on. Because Daniel knows that the women just can’t keep their minds off of fashion! When next we see Zorina, she is actually wearing Redhead’s outfit. So she stopped, took a tight-fitting spandex outfit with no visible zippers or snaps off an unconscious girl and put it on … all while trying to escape before a bomb goes off. Comics are, indeed, awesome.

The Tenth, meanwhile, is strangling Darkk. He says, “It’s this simple, Grandpa Munster … I’m gonna #%@¢ you up!” So it’s okay to call women “bitches” in your comic, but you can’t say “fuck”? Man up, Image! Before our “hero” can indeed #%@¢ Darkk up, Darkk apparently uses his lightning powers on him (it’s a bit unclear) and the Tenth throws him away, seemingly into a portal of electricity (unclear, remember?). As the bomb comes closer to the end of its countdown (the severed head is still ticking away), Blackspell returns from wherever he is and takes Darkk and the three hotties (one now naked, if you’ll cast your mind back to the previous paragraph) away, telling the hotties, “You’re due for some heavy spank time!” If you never sleep again after this, blame me for bringing this comic to your attention. I’m sorry.

The bad guys whoosh out of there (somehow; it appears they go down into the ground, but then we see a streak of red light coming from the top of the building) and then we’re back to our heroines, who are trying to convince the Tenth to come with them. He wants to stay for some reason, but Espy, it seems (it’s, shockingly, unclear), uses her powers on him. I guess he says he “can’t” leave because he looks like a monster, but Espy uses her powers to turn him back into a human? That seems to be the way it’s going, because the next time we see him he’s human. I’m going to run with that.

So the building explodes and we switch immediately to the Pentagon, where General Greer is taking to a Mr. Cardon about Gozza. Wait, in this comic the government can’t be trusted and is working with a demon? How novel! They believe no one survived, but then a purple-haired lady with scratches on her cheeks (is this Ms. Bahareh?) shows up and tells them that three made it out. She tells them not to worry, though, because everything they need is in a briefcase she brought them, and that they now have “their Oswald.” I assume she means Lee Harvey. I sincerely hope she’s leaving the office, because why would she talk to them in this pose?

You don’t suppose it’s so we could see both her booty and some of her boobs, do you? And look at that waist!

Our final image of the book is of our three principals, heading out of town. They hear on the radio that a “terrorist act” wiped out Springdale and that a “nation-wide hunt” is on to find the suspects, i. e. them. Zorina sets up the next issue (the first of the ongoing!) by telling us that Blackspell still has her mother, and Espy says they’re going to find her. The issue ends with this tag: “The Beginning.” Say it ain’t so!

But we can’t leave without looking at the letters! They’re all extremely laudatory, of course, because this comic is so FUCKING KEWL. But Daniel gives us some interesting feedback, including this nugget about Espy:

Espy doesn’t really have super powers. She has the ability of telekinesis, which basically means she has the power to move objects without using physical force. This is a very real, however rare, condition that has been known to exist in people. Who knows, maybe YOU are a telekinesis and don’t know it!

Emphasis mine, by the way. I guess Daniel watched one too many episodes of That’s Incredible when he was but a lad. We also find out that The Tenth is going to be an ongoing due to the runaway popularity of the mini-series. Well, thank God for that. I bet that series was awesome.

This is a truly terrible comic. It’s extremely ugly, poorly written, offensive to women (and probably dragons), insulting to the intelligence of anything smarter than a potato, and, frankly, dull. I mean, the Tenth barely fights anyone – he dispatches Blackspell in two pages, beheads the armored bomb thing off-panel, and holds Darkk up by his neck. The big explosion that takes out Springdale ought to be a full-page KA-FUCKING-BOOM, but it’s half a page and is obscured by a couple of panels laid on top of it. For the final issue of a mini-series, there’s very little drama. I mean, when I pulled it out of the long box, I knew it would be terrible, but I didn’t realize it would be so very, very boring. I remember when The Tenth first showed up, and even though I was still reading the X-Men at their Roger Cruziest, I still couldn’t bring myself to buy this. And I’m certainly happy about that.

But what about the first-time comic reader, picking up issue #4 of a four-issue mini-series? Do the creators do enough to bring back the first-timer? Well, Daniel’s art is enough to drive a reader into a monastery, where they would shudder in a corner and take a vow of silence, and Smith doesn’t do a great job either. We get a bare bones outline of the story so far, which is fine, and we know who each of the characters are, but we don’t know, for instance, what Espy is able to do. She obviously can do something, but Smith assumes we already know she’s telekinetic. Similarly, the deal with the Tenth is skimmed – again, I assume Smith gave us the lowdown earlier in the series, but it would be nice to get some idea about who he is and what he’s doing and why he’s called the “Tenth.” And then there’s the armored dude whose head is apparently a bomb. The first time we see him he’s stabbing Darkk in the back. We never learn his name, but he’s apparently fairly important. I don’t ask for great literature in a comic like this, but a rundown of the characters and where they’ve been would be nice. Is that so wrong?

And so we reach the end of another horrible comic book. Not only is this lousy, it doesn’t even offer a new reader any reason to pick up comics as a hobby. Some of the bad comics in this series have at least done that. No, this joins our honor roll of eye-bleedingly bad books: Untamed #1, Cyberforce #1, Demonslayer #2, and Objective Five #3. This is less laugh-out-loud hilarious than some of those other ones, but it does have its merits. Sheesh. Note that four out of the five (including this one) were published by Image. It’s hard to believe they publish excellent, brilliant comics these days.

Who wants to admit to owning this? Come on, we’re all friends here!

Zorina: Asking what we're all thinking!

Zorina: Asking what we're all thinking!

35 Comments

I can’t remember if I own this specific issue, but I do own a few issues of this series, and probably do own it.

I do not miss the ’90s.

Wow. Tony Daniel has gotten much, much better since those old days. I actually enjoyed his art on Batman, but this isn’t even visually interesting exaggeration, it’s just unpleasantly distorted. Especially the women’s oversexualized physiques, as you’ve noted.

Still, at least now I know that cat pee is an effective holy water substitute.

Greg,

I’m sorry that we didn’t manage to entertain you with The Tenth. To entertain is always the aim, I guess we can’t always hit the mark with every shot. I appreciate you taking the time for such a detailed review. You paid your money for the ride and you are entitled to your opinion and to express it with passion. I also appreciate the fact that you didn’t hit below the belt with any personal attacks and kept your review on the high road.

After 20 + years of writing comics rarely does a reread of my own material ever get by me without a cringe or squint. I kinda worry about those creators that DON’T cringe a little when they go over their past work. After all, we should always want to do better work with each new project.

Thanks again for taking the time. I hope my next work will entertain you.

Your amigo,

Beau Smith
The Flying Fist Ranch

Yep, this one is pretty awful. The art seems to have filched everything that’s horrible about Liefield-influenced art and taken it to a dastardly new level of awfulness.

If you’re going to steal somebody else’s style, at least pick a better artist.

Seriously. There are dozens — maybe hundreds? — of Liefield clones out there. Why doesn’t somebody swipe Gene Colan’s style? Or Ditko? Or Gil Kane? Hell, I’d settle for a good Curt Swan imitation.

Beau Smith, presuming (which I do) that’s really you reading and replying here on the Comics Should Be Good blog? Fair play to you for being a good sport. Doesn’t offer Rich Johnston much to work with, but he usually has enough message board p—ing contests to share anyway, so he’ll be okay and it’s just as well to keep things around here relatively pleasant and respectful. Cheers.

Greg? Regarding: “Gaze upon the unholy terror!!!!!!” Yeah… no. No, dude. You’re a brave and valiant soul, to dive within that back issue box, but I worry for you gazing too long at that cover. You’ve got a family to think about.

It’s really me. I read Greg’s stuff all the time as well as the other fun stuff here at CBR. As I mentioned before, I’m glad Greg has a passion for comics and I hope even more folks do. I wanna see comics stick around for a long time and get even better. As long as everyone has a passion for them people will be reading them for decades to come.

Thanks,

Beau Smith
The Flying Fist Ranch

Omar Karindu, with the power of SUPER-hypocrisy!

November 21, 2009 at 8:09 pm

Quoted from my comment just a few posts below, in an eerie coincidence:

“It’s weird that, as bad as Liefeld’s art is from a technical standpoint, somehow technically-solid artists trying to ape him or McFarlane are worse still on the merits.”

Daniel seems — at least these days — to be technically solid in most respects as a penciller, but trying to employ the Image house style seems to have done him no more favors than it did Herb Trimpe.

Maybe the cat pee was blessed by a priest.

” Maybe the cat pee was blessed by a priest. ”

Since it came directly from the cat, we have to assume that either it was a holy cat to begin with, or was blessed by a priest body part by body part ( most pertinently, its bladder ).

Beau: I try very, very hard to not be personal, because most comics creators I meet are great people, and I love that they love creating comics. Occasionally in the past I’ve made some lowbrow comments and I’ve almost immediately regretted it. Even if I don’t like everything creators do, I think it’s great that people are always making the stuff. Thanks for reading.

Greg,

“Even if I don’t like everything creators do, I think it’s great that people are always making the stuff. Thanks for reading.”

It shows, amigo. Again, I appreciate the fact that you seriously take time and really read and go over the books you write about. You state your honest opinion and always put your name at the end of it.

Have a great weekend,

Beau Smith
The Flying Fist Ranch

Doctor Dee, I’m ready for those knitting needles now……

Civil discourse between a comic book writer and a reviewer over a negative review of the writer’s work? C’mon people, this is the internet! That’s not how these things work. Don’t you know the rules?

I’m not sure artists’ stylistic quirks are fair game.

Is it that different from attacking Quitely for his characters’ puffy lips, or Mignola for his characters’ blocky legs, or Kiby for his charcaters’ square hands.

To my mind, one of the most damning things about this book is how indistinguishable it is from so many other comics of the period. 1997 or thereabouts seemed to suffer a plague of quasi-mystical T&A books (no doubt a result of the inexplicable success of Witchblade), and they were all exactly like this: Vague, stock characters, preoccupation with a dull “mythology” mostly cribbed from bad movies and video games, no hint whatsoever of any kind of theme or ethos beyond “Woo! Tits and explosions!” and art that ranged from insipid to incomprehensible to insulting. It’s almost hard to believe that books like Bone, Strangers in Paradise, and Starman were being published at the same time.

@ Michael: I agree with your assessment of this book’s characteristics- however, I’m sure it was intentional. and can you really fault people for aping what is “hot” at the time? It may be unoriginal but hey, comics are supposed to *sell* first. Its artistic merits, if any, come later.

As for the bok itself, if Mr. Smith had been trying to create, say, the next MARVELS, then you could call it a failure, but as it is, I think it delivered exactly what it promised, so even though I don’t particularly care for it, I wouldn’t call it the worst comic ever either. And some people obviously DID like it. I remember seeing cartoons that I loved as a kid and that make me go “ugh” right now, but the point is, they ENTERTAINED me back then. So, Mr. Smith, feel no shame over this. You did that then, you do different now. It’s the way of things. ;)

Oh, btw nice handling of the situation to Smith and Burkas. Now if only everyone on the Net was this mature.

The cat must be magic or something right? Why else would you bring it into battle (or at least to rescue someone which she thought she was doing). You gotta admit the villain defeated by cat piss IS pretty funny.

I’ve said it before, but the internet is a lot less fun when the actual creators show up, and I wish they’d stop. Blogs and message boards are just fans bullshitting for fun. If we wanted your opinions, we’d write emails directly to you or post on your personal blogs. Otherwise, unless you’re here strictly in the capacity of a fan, leave us alone to make fun of or criticize or praise your comics in whatever manner we choose.

sgt. pepper you are very wrong. It makes my day when a creator shows up here and the polite discourse between the reviewer and the writer just put a smile on my face.

Yep, I’m with bad_trotsky. I always think it’s cool when the creators of a book pop up in the comment section. Or just comic creators in general, even if it’s a post about a book other than their own.

This looks freaking AWESOME.

Wow… that sounds like a really bad comic book. Well, okay, maybe not bad per say, but cheesy as all hell, like some kind of exploitation B-movie that goes directly to DVD or late night cable. This series might almost be worth getting because it sounds so bad that it’s good. Not that I’d ever pay full price for any of the issues. But if I ever saw these in a fifty cent bin at a convention, and I was in the mood for some grade-A cheese, maybe I’d pick them up. Maybe.

I will say this… generally I enjoy Beau Smith’s writing. It’s fun and pulpy and has high-octane action. If this is a bad series, I expect that is due to Smith working with a concept initially created by Tony Daniel. I expect Smith did the best he could with what he was given. Who knows how much worse this would have been if Daniel had done it all on his own!

That’s very classy of Beau Smith to pop in and offer up his comments, even if the review wasn’t very flattering.

But I agree with the above poster who said he doesn’t miss the 90′s. I love comics up until about 1992 and have been enjoying them more the last 4-5 years, but with a few exceptions (Preacher, Hitman, Spectre, and Sandman Mystery Theatre come quickly to mind…I’m sure there are a few others I’m forgetting…) there was a very big “dead zone” of about 10 years there where so much of what was being produced, especially by Marvel, DC, and Image, was sooo bad. I attribute it to the weird obsession of trying to copy the artistic aesthetics of Rob Liefeld and Jim Lee across the board while marginalizing the importance of actually telling a good story. So much flash, so little substance…

I couldn’t agree less with sgt pepper.

I like knowing that creators actually take time to peruse the boards and care about comics in a lot of the same ways that we fans do.

Thanks for keeping it classy guys, wow, for once I mean that in an un-ironic fashion.

IT’S OBVIOUS YOU JUST DON’T GET IT!
A) THIS IS AN OVER THE TOP COMIC, NOT LIT CLASS ESSAY. LOTS OF COMIC FANS ENJOY “PURE ESCAPIST” ART AND WRITING. BEAU SMITH IS A MASTER OF THIS GENRE OF PURE FUN COMIC WRITING, SATIRE AND HUMOR THAT YOU OBVIOUSLY MISS OUT ON.
B) TONY DANIELS IS ONE OF THE BEST CARTOONIST, ARTISTS IN THE BIZ…THE TINY WAISTED, GRAVITY DEFYING GALS HE DRAWS ARE IN A PART MANGA, PART CARTOON STYLE THAT EMPHASIZES THE POWER, AND YES SEXY, QUALITY OF THE CHARACTERS. SO WHAT?

WHY IS IT THAT GUYS LIKE YOU GET TO SIT AROUND AND TEAR APART OTHER PEOPLES EFFORTS? IS IT BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LOT OF TIME ON YOUR HANDS CREATING NOTHING? I GUESS.

Is that post by Steve a parody? Because if it was it was hallarious. And if it wasn’t, that was hallarious!

The utter lack of editing on the book is unforgivable. If you’re paying good money for a comic like this, even with all the artistic “quirks” and lack of coherent “story”, at least you should expect some level professionalism. Like running a spell check, maybe. I mean, if you’re going to drop a turd, at least humor us by polishing it up.

FunkyGreenJerusalem

November 23, 2009 at 5:04 pm

What’s odd looking at this book, is I remember being quite impressed with a couple of Daniels X-Force and Spawn issues when they came out… which predated this.
The one’s I can remember were a two-part x-force story about Feral getting arrested for murdering her step-father, and the Spawn story which introduced Tiffany, the bad-ass angel who isn’t Angela.
In fact, I think I picked up the Spawn issue because of the art – it had super flashy computer colouring effects I hadn’t seen before.

THE TINY WAISTED, GRAVITY DEFYING GALS HE DRAWS ARE IN A PART MANGA, PART CARTOON STYLE THAT EMPHASIZES THE POWER, AND YES SEXY, QUALITY OF THE CHARACTERS. SO WHAT?

It aimed low and yet still did it poorly?

Entertaining review. I always enjoy reading reviews of books of this kind more than I’d ever enjoy reading the books themselves. I disagree with you on one point, however: it seems entirely reasonable to me that the writer not explain to the reader, in issue 4 or 4, where the Tenth’s name came from, what Espy can do, etc. If you pick up an issue that’s the conclusion of an ongoing story, you should expect to have to draw some of your own conclusions from the events in the book. As a reader of a series from beginning to end, I certainly don’t care to read the same explanation (even if expressed in different language) four times.

Beau, I appreciate the passion you always bring to your books (and the various columns you’ve written over the years), and the classy way you chose to respond to this review. Even though you write many books that aren’t to my tastes, I tend to remember good impressions like the one you left here, and it’ll make me more likely to check out your work in the future.

Peter Woodhouse

December 9, 2009 at 9:38 pm

Is this comic real? C’mon Greg, you made it up! Just the sort of 3rd-rate Image drek that made me give up comics in the mid-90s. Terrible.
Out of interest, as someone dipping their toe back in the comics water, does this sub-Liefield stuff still get done now, or has that fad thankfully gone?
Pete.

Pete: It’s still out there, but it’s definitely not as prevalent as it used to be. Even Tony Daniel has moved on from it!

WOW, now that’s a review and a half for your ass!

Ok, Im a girl! So, here it may show. The Tenth is my favorite comic. Leave a space for all of you to make fun of me on this board. I really do love it though. I only have read “danger girl” and “F5″ besides “the tenth series” and still love it. Im actually still trying to collect the whole series. So,any of you want to throw your old issues my way, i would be appreciative. Thanks BEAU!! I love The Tenth!!

I actually enjoyed this comic series…I consider it to be a one of a kind series as it did push the envelope when it came to partial nudity and violence. Im pretty sure we all remember how it was back in the 90′s when ALL books had half naked women running around, and guys with pecs of steel and 8 pack abs posing nonchalantly cool as they decimate their foes. I mean thats what sold me to this series and pretty much any comic book when i was 13. Sex and violence did sell, and now the industry is dying because of the lack of it. I dont mean to offend anyone but look around you… people collecting comics are dwindling by the year.

As for the art, people have their own opinion, I personally enjoy Daniel’s old stuff.

Thanks, Ryan. As you and others have said, “It was the 90′s” and there is much truth in that as well as how publishers asked creators to lean books. We had fun with The Tenth and even though there was a fair share of semi-sex & violence, it also had an innocence to it, at least we worked to put that in there.

Much appreciation for every posting up their varid thoughts on the series. That’s what makes comics!

Your amigo,

Beau Smith
The Flying Fist Ranch

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