I have to admit, as much as I had enjoyed the first five issues of Female Furies, I was a bit worried about how the final issue would turn out. Not that I doubted the skill of Castellucci and Melo. They had achieved something really special and wonderful with this series already. No, my concern lay in the fact that the miniseries had been, basically, an extrapolation of events already covered by Kirby. We were seeing them in a new light, with new details, but this was, at its core, faithful to the original epic. The conclusion had to see Barda turn against Darkseid and Apokolips, and head to Earth to be with Mister Miracle, right?
I will not break my personal code of reviewing by revealing anything about how this series does conclude, but I will go so far as to say that it was not what I expected. I doubt it was what any reader expected.
While Granny Goodness finds herself betrayed and demeaned by Darkseid’s elite, Big Barda reaches out to Beautiful Dreamer for assistance in rousing the women of Apokolips to overthrow the patriarchy. Even though they refuse to take her seriously, Granny stands by Darkseid, and unleashes a new brigade of Furies against her rebellious women.
And in that, Castellucci once again demonstrates her encompassing knowledge of the Fourth World. Gilotina is one of the second brigade of Furies. And though she was a Kirby creation, she was never shown as part of the Furies lead by Barda. A nice tip of the hat there.
And while Barda and Granny are characters that many writers have been drawn to, Castellucci chooses Lashina and Tigra to really develop. That began in the last issue with Lashina, and continues here, while Tigra gets to show her violent but strong nature. Orion’s mother has always been an underused Fourth World character.
The only negative thing I can say is that I am so upset that the series has ended. It feels like the story has only just begun. I want more. I need more. I must have more.
An ongoing Female Furies series would satisfy me. A second miniseries would console me.
This miniseries proved to be so much better than I was expecting. So much better than it needed to be. If there were a literary equivalent, I would be giving Castellucci and Melo a standing ovation.