The verdict on Final Crisis is in... finally.

"... it could have had more musical numbers."

The First Boy and Last Boy. The Universal Orrery. Tiger-Men. Good girls gone bad. Most Excellent Superbat. Old Gods and New Gods. A Rubik's Cube. The Zoo Crew. Wunda. Metron. Monitors. And a Black Superman who's also the President of the US of A.

Worlds lived. Worlds died. And so did my spirits once I finished DC Comics' latest mega-event, Grant Morrison's opus Final Crisis. It's over people!  Now, like it will with the Bush Administration, we just have to wait for history to be it's final judge.  Hurry up, history!  I have some unanswered questions.

Did I look forward to it?  Sure I did! Did I understand it?  A little, I guess.  Did I like it?

Can I get back to you on that?

In the meantime, you can read my latest offering for the Queer Eye on Comics column over at the celebrated and award-winning Prism Comics website. In it, I explain all about Final Crisis and why being in love means never having to say "WTF, Grant Morrison?"  Links to all my side-splittingly hilarious QE essays can be found on this very blog.

And hey... will someone please let Eddie Berganza out of that cell he's been locked in for the last nine months?  Thanks.