Batman R.I.P., May it Rest in Pieces
Just read Batman: R.I.P. from cover-to-cover. After 208 pages I’m left feeling … meh. I know there are lots of Grant Morrison devotees out there screaming at my words right now. I’m sure they’re frothing at the mouth about things like, “brilliant sub-text”, “metaphysical mind games”, or some such nonsense. For me it boils down to this, Grant Morrison wrote a disorienting story that once again explored Batman’s sanity, while at the same time shoved in 70 years of best-left-forgotten continuity.
Being an old school comics fan, I’ll admit it was fun to see some of the pre-Crisis ideas again (like the Batman of Zur-En-Arrh). While it was cute, I still think they were best left alone. You get the sense that DC intended this story to be a big deal and talked about for years to come, but it failed to deliver on content. Sure there were some great moments, especially with the Joker, but I still couldn’t care less about Doctor Hurt and the Black Glove. Also the ending was anti-climatic and unfortunately wrapped too-much into the train wreck known as Final Crisis. I’m really glad I checked this book out from the library, rather than investing my own money into it. If anyone other than Grant Morrison had written this story, they would have been pulled off by the fourth issue. It’s worth mentioning that Tony Daniel’s artwork was gorgeous! Really great stuff!
This story rode on Morrison’s coattails and was a disappointment. If you want to read Grant Morrison brilliantly explore Batman’s sanity, check out Batman: Arkham Asylum.