A Day in the Life of Harley Quinn
Written By:
Amanda Conner & Jimmy Palmiotti
Art By:
Joseph Michael Linsner, Alex Sinclair
Lettered By:
Dave Sharpe
Cover Price:
$2.99
On Sale Date: September 21, 2016
**NON SPOILERS AND SCORE AT THE
BOTTOM**
One oversight in the membership of the Gang of
Harleys—and yes, I know this is a review for Harley Quinn and not Harley
Quinn and her Gang of Harleys—is that there’s no Gnarly Quinn. Seems like a
lay-up to me. A Jeff Spicoli from Fast
Times at Ridgemont High, Harley Quinn style. The character can be female,
that’s fine. This comic’s already got plenty of weed jokes “rolling” around
(see, I can do it, too!), I don’t see why we can’t just have a pot head Harley.
Or an alcoholic with a penchant for artisanal beer called Barley Quinn. Gosh,
writing comics is easy! I see why Jimmy Palmiotti and Amanda Conner do it. And
boy, they do it pretty well, as you’ll learn when you read my review of Harley
Quinn #4!
Explain It!
Hold on a second…is this issue the beginning of a new
tale, at number four? Did we really
just read a reasonably concise three-part comic book story? I thought all story
arcs had to be written in five or six issues, in order to fit into a neat
trade! And it’s been absolutely killing some of these opening Rebirth salvos, in my opinion: two- or
three-part stories dragged out over six issues. But it looks like that won’t be
the case with Harley Quinn, and I
absolutely embrace it! It’s not like the events of last issue are forgotten, of
course: Coney Island is still being hosed down from the recent zombie invasion,
and Nathan’s Nateman’s hot dog stand, where the infestation started,
isn’t doing very brisk business. Harley endeavors to help Nate-man, and help
her stomach (and probably assault her toilet) by offering to promote Nateman’s
on the boardwalk for a half dozen hot dogs with the works per day. Plus fries.
Plus a drink. Nate-man does get her to wear the paper hat, at least.
On the boardwalk, Harley strolls along eating hot
dogs, which is probably illegal in some states, when she comes upon a new booth
named “Frank Frank.” It’s staffed by friend to Palmiotti and Conner, and
co-author of Harley Quinn and her Gang of
Harleys, Frank Tieri, dispensing honest, straightforward, “frank” advice
for cash or barter. Harley trades a hot dog for the meaning of life, which
Frank reveals to be “life is meaningless.” Very zen, Frank Tieri. Harley offers
another frankfurter (to Frank! Ha!) for clarification, and he says that life is
meaningless, but we can have meaningful lives—then he closes shop to eat his
two fully-loaded hot dogs. I hope he ate them somewhere in the vicinity of a
toilet.
Harley contemplates this wisdom while riding some
kiddie rides, then she gets a call from Big Tony that prompts her to tell Bolly
Quinn to meet her at the airport. The two hop on a flight to Mumbai, India to
deal with the scam artists that have been cold-calling the elderly and
clinically dopey to weasel their personal information from them—the groundwork
for this story was laid several issues ago, before the Rebirth. Bolly’s
arranged for her cousin Hari to pick them up and take them to the hotel where
they change into stealth outfits. Hari, smitten with Harley (and she doesn’t
think he’s too bad, herself) begs to drive the girls around on their mission
and probably sniff Harley’s pigtails when the opportunities present themselves.
Then…oh, a bunch of crazy stuff happens, including Harley taking out a giant
robot manned by a little Indian person in a diaper. In the end, Harley Quinn
slits the throat of the Russian mobster at the helm of this grand scheme to
pilfer the social security checks of old folks, and the day is saved!
You really have to read an issue like this to fully
get it. I could tell you about every scene, but you would still miss a lot of
the commentary and satire and downright funny moments. Harley constantly fights
for the common people, and her every decision seems predicated on it—she is a
true hero, folks. The art in Harley Quinn is always top notch, and this time is
no different…and yet, I felt like it lacked the usual sex appeal of a Harley
Quinn book. Maybe that’s a good thing for some of you, me, I like a little
cheesecake with my comedy bloodbath.
Bits and
Pieces:
7.5/10
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