Mr. Miracle #7 Review

Written by: Tom King

Art by: Mitch Gerards

Published by: DC Comics

I’m getting to a point where I just want to review books I like, because reviewing bad books is tiresome. The problem is, I’m out of things to say about books I like other than surface-level observations. We’re seven issues in, and Mr. Miracle is still pretty fantastic. Nothing new there; the plot chugs forward. Tom King still loves nine panel grids to a fault.

Big Barda is pregnant in this issue, and that’s really the crux of it all. What happens when DC gods have to give birth to a kid? The answer is the mundane. Scott doesn’t know what to do, the doctors aren’t bothered because they’ve delivered so many babies that this is just another Tuesday, and some badguys show up because even they’re excited about the prospects. No one’s ever had a baby off Apokolips, and Granny’s still dead. That’s a game changer.

Tom King excels at making the mundane fun. I love the idea of Scott being MR. MIRACLE, ESCAPER OF ALL TRAPS yet he’s reduced to just another bumbling husband, forced to watch his wife and hope nothing goes wrong. There’s something cute and relatable to the situation–even a superhero is stuck playing a passive role when his wife is giving birth. Suck it Superman. At best he can get his wife some water and badger her with, “Are you okay?” and “Doin’ great honey!”

Barda too is great, the trooper of the issue. She uses it to world build and talk about her past, but it’s not in an expository way. It’s just interesting.

I suppose the big change is those aforementioned villains. They’re all wonderful. They aren’t threatening by any means, but they’re quirky and fun and I’d like to see books devoted to them. They’re so charming that the prospect of a war distresses me. I want these people to be friends, not enemies.

The artwork is nine panel grids done well, but I’m still kind of annoyed by how many there are. I don’t quite like how Barda is drawn in a few panels, but oh well. The distortion we’ve seen in passed issue shows up, and it’s used to good effect here. Scott’s movement and facial quirks are on full display to sell how out of element he is. Basically, it’s good stuff. Nothin’ new.

Mr. Miracle continues to be an exceptional book full of quirk, charm, and the surreal. I’m happy and unsurprised at the same time, which I guess is pretty cool.