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Publisher: Dark Horse
Writer: Gerard Way
Artist: Gabriel Ba
Let’s start by getting this out of the way – Gerard Way is the lead singer of emo rock outfit, My Chemical Romance. So this must be another of those celebrity-name-appeal-cash-in comics, right? Wrong. In fact, ridiculously wrong; shame on you for even suggesting such a thing! No, regardless of its writer’s day job, The Umbrella Academy is actually something rather special.
The opening page of the first issue depicts a wrestler delivering a flying atomic elbow to a space squid. This is never again mentioned. It is not a significant plot point, but rather a scene-setting aside. And it does exactly what it is meant to do – establish that this story is set in a world where anything can happen. From this point on, the book does not let up.
We learn that 43 extraordinary children were born to unsuspecting mothers and that, of these, seven were collected and adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, aka The Monocle. A world-renowned scientist and entrepreneur (and secret alien), his plan was to study and train the children at The Umbrella Academy so that their unique powers might one day be used to save the world.
Ten years later, and we get to see the children, referred to by numbers rather than names, in action as they battle an insane Eiffel Tower. Well, most of the children – 00.05 has apparently disappeared into the future and 00.07 is kept away from the fight due to her lack of powers. Flash forward another 20 years and Hargreeves is dead, as is 00.06 (The Horror). It is the funeral of the Academy’s patriarch that brings the disbanded team back together, and this reluctant gathering also sees the return of the still-ten-year-old 00.05 with a stark warning from the future.
What Way has somehow created is an inspired and meticulously planned narrative that appears, at a glance, to be the stream of consciousness of a madman. And Ba’s artwork complements this insane genius-style of storytelling perfectly, bringing just the right balance of order and chaos to the visuals. Are we particularly surprised when an adult Space Boy (00.01) shows up on the moon with his head on the body of an ape? Or when we learn that his best friend, Doctor Pogo, is a talking chimp? Not really, because Way and Ba have made such developments acceptable in their world. And their plan to do so was clear from page one, remember?
Not that the book is just a series of non-sequiturs and bombastic incidents. Behind the craziness, Way takes the opportunity to explore not just the supergroup dynamic, but also the bonds and conflicts of a most dysfunctional family. Hargreeves is gone, but his cold, inhuman influence is still felt through his children. Their strange upbringing has made them ill-at-ease, with each other and with the rest of humanity. The result is a comic as reminiscient of The Royal Tenenbaums as it is of any of the classic superhero tales.
Space Boy (00.01) and The Kraken (00.02) are the two who most embrace their heroic calling, but even they are still defined by the weight of their father’s expectations. Space Boy is effectively Superman, waiting at his moon base for a world-class threat sufficient to prove himself against – and to prove his worth to Hargreeves. The Kraken, meanwhile, has shaped himself into a dark avenger in the mould of Batman. He even has his own Commissioner Gordon in the shape of Inspector Lupo. But Batman, and The Kraken, are still heroes; still following the paths their fathers put them on as children. The tragedy is that despite the common ground the adopted siblings share as enemies of injustice, the resentment towards each other fostered by their father still drives them apart.
By the conclusion of Dallas, you will feel a strong connection to this group. Having shared their highs and lows, you will crave more. You will desire more new adventures, and you will absolutely require that the gaps be filled in (Death of The Horror?). But these things can only happen when Mister Way writes another chapter in his comic book saga. So please join us as we ask him: isn’t it time you stopped messing around with music and embraced your true calling?