And now I like to present you with my haiku: “Stargirl is boring. Thank god this series will be cancelled soon. It's been way too boring and I couldn't be happier. Oh! And I don't know what a haiku is either”. Animal Man out. And in comes in the Writer: Matt Kindt; the Artists: Eddy Barrows, Tom Derenick, and R.B. Silva; with the Publisher: DC Comics, in March, 2014.

To QUOTE Stargirl: "We're a team! I'm not going to leave you".

Now here's the link to my last review (click here for more details), and it's pretty much same thing once again. Stargirl's backstory. Stargirl's self discovery. Plus the Martian Manhunter talking a bunch about Stargirl as well. Yadda-Yadda-Yadda.

Quite seriously, though, the only thing that has made this issue any different, was the actual contact with the villain, Despero, an already questionable villain for the story, who then begins spouting the usual “it’s all over Stargirl, now doubt yourself J’onn” malarky. 

Uhhhh….it’s almost over? One more month and then this disaster of a story finally come to an end? Really, after a quarter of a year, I’m so over it. I can honestly say that not since Liefeld’s 'New 52' Hawk & Dove run, have I ever been so disappointed with a comic book series. 

For at least the third time in a row this adventure has been centered around a rinse and repeat formula of character build up. Now if this was just a one time deal it wouldn't be so bad. But the fact of the matter is that this has been a problem for a quarter of the book's run. 

Also, the comic was all over the place too. That's nothing new in comics, but more often when a convoluted story occurs in less than 30 pages, it involves several characters talking or acting, but scripted and laid out with careful planning and execution. 

All in all this issue had three characters, one real fight, and still was more disorganized than a Hickman issue of New Avengers -- where 6 or 7 characters have to collaborate to accomplish a ridiculous goal. 

Lastly, I'd say the artwork on this book has really gone downhill. It used to be full of personality and fun, but since then it's really dulled out and become much more bland.

With all the anger and monotonous grind of reading these comics, I ran to my usual slew of Queen songs to find “Death on Two Legs” very fitting. Throwing a Freddy Mercury sized temper tantrum seems appropriate somehow. Please don’t judge me.

Justice League of America #12 is best described as being a placebo pill. A placebo pill that was supposed to be a dose of ibuprofen to massage the headache that was #9 to #11, but instead, was a useless sugar pill that only exacerbated the heady pains.

One word: Why? Why was this necessary? I understand DC cancelled you early. I understand it’s hard to grind out another saga amidst Forever Evil. But I have no idea why it ends like this.

Is this how a writer and a team throw in the towel? I hate being so negative since I like a lot of the people on this team -- but dammit -- this is so bad, and it’s been so consistently bad I have to do my best to keep anyone else from suffering through three poorly spent dollars.

Well, that's enough from me, folks. Animal Man, out!