Tuesday, April 26, 2005


This morning, I noticed that my copy of this comic had managed to free itself, Mister Miracle-style, of the bonds represented by my overburdened boxes and wandered into the living room. I picked it up and spent a moment contemplating why the book still grabs my eye, a couple of decades after publication (I mean, outside of the fact that it's a Frank Miller Spider-Man comic.)



Goddamn, that's a good cover that does its job well - it sells the comic. It tells the viewer everything they need to know about why they may want to pick up this particular Amazing Spider-Man annual in a succinct manner that's still visually punchy and carrying no small amount of humor. With so many covers going for the pinup instead of the expository, it's nice to look back and remind yourself that there's a happy medium between overly wordy and bootylicious. I mean, what kid wouldn't want to find out what was going to happen inside? Hell, what comics-reading adult isn't going to pick it up and give it a gander?