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Doom Patrol, Vol. 3: Down Paradise Way
by Grant Morrison
Sort of a SCREECHING halt to what was really some of the best work in comics. Somewhere right around the beginning of this book, Morrison becomes UNHINGED, and the coherent (albeit bizarre) story-telling that made the first two volumes so enjoyable goes right out the window. The reader, instead, is treated to essentially a parade of ideas, which is a neat in its own right, I suppose, but next to NONE of those ideas are ever fleshed out enough to make the framework from which they arise seem credible. For example, the Smoke Dogs, who smell through time, are introduced during a montage on page 102, along with the Glass Swarm and the Blue Fever. Only the Smoke Dogs are given a relative role in the larger story, but in none of these three cases is the idea given anything to do other than exist as a conceptual notion that lends weirdness to the Doom Patrol's adventures. That's fine enough, I suppose, but where this fails is that it makes every Doom Patrol adventure smack of the same KIND of bizarre-ness, which is of course the imagination of Grant Morrison.
This book suffers from an inability to temper the giddiness of its ideas, and not enough anchoring. And from what I've read of book 4, it'll be more of the same from here on out.
This book suffers from an inability to temper the giddiness of its ideas, and not enough anchoring. And from what I've read of book 4, it'll be more of the same from here on out.