Zombie Somebody or Zombie Somebody’s Fool
Art By:
Bret Blevins, Chad Hardin & John Timms, Alex Sinclair
Lettered By:
Dave Sharpe
Cover Price:
$2.99
On Sale Date: September 7, 2016
**NON
SPOILERS AND SCORE AT THE BOTTOM**
My mom spent a lot of time raising her kids on the
same movies she watched as a child. Since she recalled fondly the 1950s double
feature monster flicks and Friday night Depression-era B-rolls, most of the
movies I saw were what some esteemed film critics would insightfully call
“crap.” And yet, even in this crap, there were some sparkling peanuts and
niblets of corn, as with George A. Romero’s
Night of the Living Dead, considered the grand daddy of the modern zombie
movie. It’s a low-budget affair, for sure, in a grainy black and white film
that belies its 1960s production. Plainly described, it’s about a bunch of
hysterical people trapped in a house, looking more like a theater production
than a motion picture. And yet within these “limitations,” Romero creates a
sense of immediate dread and hysteria, even while tackling some serious social
issues—that persist until today. I should say no more! If you haven’t seen it,
you should watch it. And if you have seen it, let me know what you think of it
in the comments. I wonder how many find the movie “silly” today, and yet have
come here to read my review of Harley
Quinn #3, possibly the silliest comic book on the stands!
Despite Coney Island being overrun by a mob of
flesh-hungry zombies, and Harley Quinn having shot out several floors of the
building’s windows, the local hospital’s staff is still capable of performing a
complex arm-reattachment surgery the very night of admittance, which is very impressive.
They say that American health care is in the toilet, but when a masked assassin
can be scatapulted (don’t ask) with his arm in a cooler into a hospital, and be
on the operating torture that very night, then you’ve got to agree that
something is being done correctly. Unfortunately, an adult arm doesn’t keep
very well in a mini cooler, regardless of how quickly to which the wound is
attended, and so they’ve had to make a last-minute switch to using Victor “the
Chronic” Temple, a pervert exhibitionist that was accidentally killed while
escaping the police after exposing himself in Prospect Park, as an arm donor
for Red Tool. His anxiety is quelled, however, when the doctor reveals that the
Chronic was a lefty, and Tool got his right arm. And I’m sure this is wacky
development will have no future ramifications and we’ll never hear about it again!
Meanwhile, many light years away on planet Zhelbon,
the parents of the dumb kid that got accidentally processed into Nathan’s
Nateman’s hot dogs that caused this whole Coney Island Zombie mess (there’s
your free band name) are concerned about him, since he hasn’t returned home
from being ground into a fine paste that was extruded through sausage casings
and heated for the consumption of beachgoers. Papa Creepy Lizard Guy, smoking a
very spacey-looking pipe, agrees to get their cruiser and go looking for the
little dope—he’s sure the kid is out there making new friends. And speaking of
“out there,” Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are back at Harley’s apartment, with
the rest of the gang, discussing their options—which, according to Harley,
include her getting into Ivy’s mossy pants. They decide they should stay holed
up at Chez Quinn and ride this weirdly-contained outbreak until the authorities
drop a nuclear bomb or something, except Harley Quinn is out of food! And when
she gets hungry, she gets crazy…er, crazier!
After a shower together (yep), Poison Ivy and Harley
go with the crew through some secret tunnels that Big Tony knows about, hidden
beneath the building and extending to a very ornate and evil-looking doorway.
They come to a rotunda with several different-looking doors—one is a vault, one
is boarded up, and one is chained so heavily that you couldn’t get through it
with dynamite. This is the one Harley wants to open, but Tony is able to coerce
her into the door marked for a nearby theater that burned down at the turn of
the century. Well, I think it’s a shoe store now, because Harley and her people
emerge into a stock room of shelves filled with shoeboxes. This sends Harley
scrambling to find a coveted pair, which alerts some zombies that soon overtake
the motley Coney Island crew. Uh, and Poison Ivy too. Just when all seems
hopeless, a spaceship containing the alien parents from earlier sends out a
wide beam over Surf Avenue, and this pulls chunks of their masticated son from
the bodies of every zombie, rendering them harmless. And dead. And so
everything is back to normal, except perhaps the spontaneous and humiliating
deaths of a couple hundred people and the resulting traumatic horror show that
must be littering the streets.
What did you expect? The kind of ending where Harley
Quinn finds a cure and restores everyone back to their old human selves? That
ain’t her style! Sure, she didn’t love smashing in the pulpy faces of her
friends and neighbors, but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do to survive.
Conner and Palmiotti seed all kinds of future stories in this issue, per their
usual style, and the best parts of this book are when Harley and Ivy interact.
Harley is a complete horn-dog, trying to bed Poison Ivy the whole time, but Ivy
is distinctly shown to be very patient (and, occasionally, willing) and and
loving with Harley, even as she must rebuff her advances during a zombie
apocalypse. The artwork? It’s great! What did you expect from a Harley Quinn book? Chopped liver?
Because that would be pretty weird.
Bits and
Pieces:
7.5/10
Given the popularity of Harley Quinn I am both impressed and surprised by how open Palmiotti and Connor are at depicting her free-loving sexuality. This comic continues to entertain and break expectations.
ReplyDeleteI actually like Red Tool more than harley in this book, might pick it up digitally until he dies just to keep up
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