Writers: Amanda Conner & Jimmy Palmiotti
Artist: Chad Hardin
What’s that you said? We couldn’t quite hear you. Did you say “Boy, I sure would love to see Harley fight giant transforming robots”? Well, that’s definitely what we heard! So we’re delivering!
Hey! I was in the shower when I said that out loud! Shame on them!
Sometimes I wonder where Amanda Conner and Jimmy Palmiotti get their ideas. Yes, they’re comic book writers and naturally have unlimited imagination, but sometimes I just have to sit back and marvel at the places they take my Harley. I’m highly grateful they will continue charting her adventures when her book relaunches in August as part of the Rebirth initiative and hope they never leave (even though they eventually will have to).
Something I consistently dig about this series is its sense of humor and, this month, Conner and Palmiotti continue its proud history of beaver jokes (seen right). Chad Hardin, who may be my favorite Harley Quinn interior artist, manages to pull off the robotic mayhem while keeping consistent with the charming insanity we’ve come to expect. I can’t say enough about this creative team.
The aforementioned robotic hijinx kicks off when a scorned husband uses transforming cars to go on a workplace rampage. I could definitely see this as being a “ripped from the headlines” story in 20-50 years. Needless to say, things don’t end well for his horny wife or her gentleman caller.
How does Harley factor into all this?
Well, after stealing some of these souped-up cars for a client, she is double-crossed as he has been hired to kill her – and he decides to attempt it in grand transforming (or transmorphing, for you fans of knockoff movies) fashion! Sure, it’s absurd, yet somehow works within the context of the series.
With this being the penultimate issue of Harley’s New 52 adventures, I’m glad the creative team hasn’t decided to phone it in while looking forward to the relaunch (hey, some people do). There’s a reason I keep saying this is one of DC’s best books and I feel as though I’m proven right month after month. And, if you’ve ever thought to yourself, “This book doesn’t have enough ass missiles,” this might be the issue for you.
