Moon Knight has had a run that definitely qualifies as “one for the books.” Ever since Warren Ellis breathed new life into this perpetually not-quite-marquee superhero, ol’ Moony has been off and running as one of the best books to come out of Marvel’s arsenal right now. And passing the torch off to Brian Wood and Greg Smallwood only seems to have improved the book when, honestly, I didn’t think there was such a thing as Life After Warren Ellis.
Issue 11 picks up not too long after the events of the UN summit. Things aren’t looking too good for our boy, Marc Spector. Since his psychiatrist basically conned the god, Khonshu, into pulling his Marc’s sponsorship on the grounds of him being a pussy, it’s all gone downhill from there. Framed for murder, terrorism and treason, Mr. Knight has been locked away, drugged and beaten. Without divine intervention on his side, it’s a hard road back to the limelight. The truly great thing about this book is that so far, no two of Wood’s book tell their story the same way. The scripting and plotting have gotten really creative in perspective and over all aesthetics. There aren’t many books that can say they’re as experimental with their storytelling except maybe Matt Fraction’s Hawkeye. And you can’t praise the look of the book without mentioning Greg Smallwood. He perfectly captures the sense of surrealism and claustrophobia Moony’s situation should inspire.
Bottom Line: In case it’s unclear from the last 300 words or so, Moon Knight is still fucking fantastic. 4.5 out of 5.