Grant Morrison's Multiversity #1, which I was looking forward to, is (of course) a disappointing, muddled mess.
It's another rehash of the pet themes he's been slinging around ever since his days on Animal Man (transquartomuralism, writer as god, reader and the reader's world as part of the story, realities beyond and alongside other realities, the music of the spheres, etc.).
|My voice doesn't sound like that.|
|I think this one is left over from an old Morrison Doom Patrol comic.|
|Don't ask me, buddy. I' can barely play Heroclix.|
|"Blah blah, blah blah blah BLAH blah blah!"|
|Apparently Grant's changed his name to Lex Luthor, now.|
|Me, too! Ever since Gardner Fox TOLD us that in Sept. 1961.|
|It's called a key change, Grant.|
In other words, exactly the same hodgepodge of the same concepts Morrison so spectacularly failed to make word in Final Crisis.
These are fine ideas (even if he's repeated them about 8000 times too often), but, once again, his fractured, kaleidoscopic viewpoint makes it impossible for him to tell a coherent story. At times, in fact, it seems composing a complete sentence escapes him.
|I'm sorry, sir; your application to the Brotherhood of Dada must be submitted on paper|
in the form of a tone poem or collage.
And, sure, it makes a little more sense after a second reading. But doesn't EVERYTHING (with the exception of Identity Crisis)?!
In my hobby of choral shows, we call people like Grant Morrison "Concept Producers." They can produce concepts, but they can't produce actual SHOWS. They have fascinating, out of the box ideas... but THEY can't carry them out. Other more sensible, down-to-earth, coherent, logistically-oriented people have to be there to do that for them, or it all winds up a flaming mess. Like Multiversity.
Grant Morrison is such a person. He needs an editor--or a writer-- to put his ideas into action. Until then...
|Finally, something Grant and I can agree on.|