I like to imagine Cosmic Shaman/ Comics guru Grant Morrison getting up in the morning, having his manservant escort the four or five supermodels that attended to him the night previous out to breakfast, and then taking a bath in a pool of LSD and doing Yoga with five fresh Supermodels.  I tried imagining Dustin Hoffman starting his day this way, but he kept doing the voice from Mr. Magorium’s Child Pornogorium and four of the Supermodel’s got creeped out and took off.  The one that stayed—there’s something about her I just don’t trust.
 
But no — Mr. Hoffman is an immensely talented actor; in fact I would go as far as to say he’s a national treasure.  But Morrison…well, he’s taken Batman and shaken the cobwebs off him so thoroughly Bob Kane must be clawing at the roof of his grave to get his hands on some of the profits.  So clearly we’re dealing with two different levels here.

It’s not enough that Morrison has Batman throw down with an army of ninja Man-Bats AND re-invents the Joker as a creature so wretched and horrifying that you’re afraid he might jump off the page and bite your eyeball, he also introduces the long lost Son of Bruce Wayne, sired with a badass beautiful assassin years before.  He’s the most dangerous pre-teen in the world, Robin is jealous of him and he thinks Alfred is an old nerd.  And if he’s lucky, he’ll grow up to fight the Anti-Christ and save the world.  So, you know… what have you done worth talking about?  Losing points only for the wonky computer generated art in the Joker segment, this collection would make a fine addition to any comics collection, or a fun gift for a Grandmother that you don’t respect.