![]() No, Happy’s not the guy with the gun on the cover-he’s the tiny blue, winged unicorn who only that guy with the gun can see. Happy! perks up when the titular character shows up. There’s a reason I don’t read Mark Millar or The Boys. It feels like the sort of cynicism and misanthropy I expect from some of Morrison’s fellow countrymen. Sure, he’s obviously working within a specific genre here, but that knowledge doesn’t make Happy! any less of a listless, personality-free drag to read in its early chapters. ![]() I know Morrison’s oeuvre runs deeper than the earnest superhero hagiography he’s best known for (I got on this train when Doom Patrol and Animal Man were still chugging along every month), but the first few pages of Happy! are among the most intentionally sordid and unpleasant Morrison’s ever written. I’m a huge Grant Morrison fan, but I was ready to quit Happy! halfway through the first issue. ![]()
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