By Philip Schweier
November 7, 2018 - 05:01
Enter Minor Disaster (daughter of Major Disaster) who has created her own “disaster dial.” However it’s hardly effective, capable of only inducing a lover’s quarrel, which could easily be coincidence at best. Jealous of Harley’s Internet notoriety, she sets her sites on taking down the Coney Island clown. (Hey, Minor – here’s a hint: maybe the reason your dad isn’t responding to your texts is because he’s DEAD. Killed by Superboy Prime in Infinite Crisis).
Dragging a minor villain out of storage and giving them a child we never knew they had seems questionable. If it works, you eventually end up with an A-list character; if it fails, no harm to a D-lister’s soon-to-be-forgotten heir. Is there any risk? No. Is there any gain? Unlikely. Is there any genuine chance of success? In yet another vague Magic 8-Ball answer, odds don’t look good.
Somehow, all this sounds familiar, like a bad teen movie. A couple of teen girls squabble over some imagined offense, leading to alternate misplaced joy and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Eventually it escalates beyond their control and they are forced to make peace. It’s so juvenile a situation, you don’t know who to root for. Hopefully this will end quickly.