I try not to let my nerdy fangirlishness cloud my judgement on the things that I read and see. It’s easy to get lost in entertainment, and it’s hard, sometimes to step back from the things that I love and criticize their problems.
This hasn’t been the case with most of DC’s new 52.
And it especially hasn’t been the case with yesterday’s release of Catwoman #1.
The lead-up reviews with writer Judd Winick mostly consisted of “She’s so sexy! This book! It’s so sexy! It’s naughty! And sexy! Did I mention sexy? Soooooo sexaaayyyy!”
I love Selina Kyle. I think she IS sexy. And I think she’s clever, and classy, and witty, and fierce, and funny. I love this character. Or…y’know, I did before the reboot.
The plot – the issue itself, is mostly alright. Cheesecake? Absolutely. Oh yeah. Lots of stuff about Russian mobsters and touching mostly on the fact that she is a thief with a past interspersed with a lot of boobs. Fine. I expected that. That’s whatever at this point. Eye roll worthy? Absolutely. But not shocking.
And then the last three pages hit, and I sort of forgot about the rest, because it’s kind of horrifying.
Essentially, Selina throws herself at Batman, and he’s not really in the mood, so he pushes her back and says “no.”
And then she does it again, and he apparently gives in.
“Every time he protests, and every time he gives in. He seems angry.”
Could that be because you are kind of forcing yourself on him? One might argue that the God Damn Batman doesn’t do anything he doesn’t actually want to do; that he could stop her if he wanted, but I guess that depends on who is writing the story, and what you take away from it.
Judd Winick’s idea of “sexy” is apparently poorly drawn Catwoman and Batman rutting on a floor, in pretty much full costume, after he’s told her no, but she thrusts herself on him anyway.
Cause…er..yeah. That’s not sexy to me, it’s creepy or problematic.
I’ve read quite a few reactions to it, of people who don’t see any problem with it, so maybe it is just me, but the entire last few pages just make me want to vomit a little, and I can’t quite understand the people who say that it was better than they were expecting it to be.
DC Women Kicking Ass has the panels up for your viewing, but be warned. It ain’t pretty.