Review: Harley Quinn #13
By Philip Schweier
February 1, 2017 - 05:24
DC Comics
Writer(s): Amanda Connor & Jimmy Plamiotti
Penciller(s): John Timms, Brett Blevins and Chad Hardin
Inker(s): John Timms & Chad Hardin
Colourist(s): Hi-Fi and Alex Sinclair
Letterer(s): Dave Sharpe
Cover Artist(s): Amanda Conner and Alex Sinclair; variant by Frank Cho and Laura Martin
It
a Valentines Day farce gone wrong – which is to say that it’s still a farce.
Harley’s one and only has returned to her orbit, seeking to make amends for all
his crimes. Well, not ALL his crimes, just the ones against her. But Harley’s
reception to the idea of Puddin’ picking up where he left off is glacial at
best.
***SPOILER AHEAD***
Harley’s no dunce, and there’s a secret here that only the most intimate of partners could ever be privy to. She more or less places her would-be woo-meister on trail before her peers, rendering the most final of verdicts. There, I said it and I’m glad. But I will not spoil how the Joker manages to extricate himself from her punishment. Granted, there was a time when he (and she) would have enjoyed punishment – LOTS of punishment. But those days are gone. There’s a new Harley in tow – geez, I can’t even type that with a straight face. Who am I kidding?
Harley Quinn overall is an entertaining book, not one to be taken seriously AT ALL. It’s just a comic book, so if you’re on of those trolls who is compelled to apply real-world concepts to comic books, you’re doomed for disappointment. It’s much like a Looney Tunes cartoon (in so many ways), in the way it sometimes defies the boundaries of logic, physics, etc. But what else would you expect from a comic book starring the Joker’s #1 hench wench?
Amanda Conner and Jimmy Palmiotti have settled into a pleasant groove, providing Harley and her cohorts a single voice, something that has perhaps been lacking since the days of Arleen Sorkin (look her up). It’s nobody’s fault, really. It’s hard to write crazy if you haven’t been there.