Issue Eleven: "Cutting the Pie"
Written by Simon Spurrier
Art by Ramón Pérez
Colors by Matt Herms
Lettered by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou
Cover by Mike Deodato Jr. & Jão Canola
Variant covers by Javier Rodríguez and Matt Taylor
Editor Chris Rosa
Group Editor Paul Kaminski
Our cover is a beautiful image of Wally racing forward, with his wife, Linda, and their youngest son, Wade, in the background. It really makes me miss Deodato on the interior art. Pérez isn't bad, by any means, but he's not on the same innovative level as Deodato. Plus, he has this annoying habit of drawing Bart like a 10-year-old. And speaking of Bart, he's not on any of the variant covers (as usual), but he does play a small role in this story.
Now that all the speedsters have been freed, they all meet in the Flash Museum to try to figure out what, exactly, is going on. And perhaps the most pressing matter is trying to figure out where Wally is. Barry leads the meeting, and starts listing the things they do know (which isn't much). He says the Speed Force is "in spasm" and Bart derisively asks when it's not.
They all put together their notes of what they've recently learned about the Speed Force (and all the other forces) and with adult Wade's help, they make the connection that all those forces are simply made of time. Max shares his vision of the injured buffalo, saying he believes this means that the Speed Force is not only alive, but it's scared and in pain — although he doesn't know what's hurting it.
Barry and Jay then launch into a tangent about the variable nature of time and likening it to the different parts of an apple pie. If that discussion bores you, don't worry, you're not alone. Avery, Ace, Irey and Bart quietly decide to go investigate the minor villains who have been involved in this plot, leaving the adults to debate their high-minded principles of abstract metaphysics. Bart finds the Mirror Master in a state of stupor, all tangled up in cables. (I actually originally thought he was dead, until I read the next issue.) The Folded Man is apparently living on the street, obsessively creating origami paper cranes. And Gorilla Grodd and Abra Kadabra are seemingly unconscious.
Meanwhile, Wally has been captured by the Arc Angles, who have manipulated Wally into essentially becoming a weapon to destroy time itself. And he races ahead toward that goal, as everybody else stands around stupidly.
It's official: I don't like this story. I kept giving it the benefit of a doubt. Kept hoping it would turn a corner and lead to something big and interesting. But it hasn't. This story is so grand, so abstract, so incomprehensible, that it is rendered completely and utterly inconsequential. The Flash is going to destroy time. What does that even mean? Nothing. He's being manipulated by beings of such a higher plane of existence that they can't even be described or represented in a logical way. So how are we supposed to wrap our heads around what is going on? All the comic shows us is Wally running against a blank background of pure light. How can that be exciting or engaging?
And further complicating matters is the bloated Flash family. Max, Jay and Barry are overkill, since they all serve exactly the same purpose. Same with Avery, Ace and Bart. They're the kids who occasionally crack jokes in the background, while the elder statesmen debate metaphors to describe pointless aspects of reality. Spurrier clearly is enamored with the West family — which is perfectly fine — but giving Jai and Irey all the most consequential lines comes at the expense of the rest of this massive supporting cast. Seriously, why are those two so cursedly smart?
The only consolation I can take is that this story is almost over.
To be continued ...
