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It’s been, what, a marriage since the last issue, so I might be forgiven for picking up the wrong new Final Crisis release: both are from Morrison, the artists were supposed to be changing, anyway, and how was I supposed to know “Submit” wasn’t a fancy tagline? It didn’t even occur to me after finishing the one-off story—featuring, incidentally, Black Vulcan v0.9; yes, it’s all about me—that this wasn’t in keeping with his oft-used tactic of micro-managing macro-cosmic events, until I re-confirmed the Darkseid cover and found myself cursing at the traffic lights preventing me from getting back in the ten minutes before closing time. Lucky for me, stores like theirs always have stragglers who’d rather keep talking Barry Allen or whatever than return to their anti-lives at home. But really, look at that panel of him kissing (and curing) Iris. It’s magical.

Tagged Grant Morrison, marriage