Not-your-grandpappy’s-Frosty the Snowman turns the whole world cold so capes’n’masks gotta punch ice until things somehow get fixed! I know, it sounds like a Eugene O’Neill play, doesn’t it? It’s the worst Justice League book since… well, the last one. They’re all bad!
Endless Winter is crap even by… actually no, this is on par with what I’d expect to see from Andy Lanning and Ron Marz. A comic even lobotomy patients would describe as woefully uncreative and simple.
You know how Mister Freeze’s backstory is that he’s trying to revive his frozen wife Nora? Well, the Frost King’s totally original backstory is that he’s trying to revive his frozen wife… and kids! It’s completely different from Mister Freeze, even though they also have the same powerset too. Frost King’s got a beard, my dudes - he’s such a new, imaginative character!
There’s a pointless backstory set in the past where ye olde Justice League made up of Black Adam, Hippolyta, Swamp Thing and Viking Prince (who’s definitely not DC’s piss-poor Thor stand-in), punch ye olde version of Frost King. It’s essential to show readers that Frost King has been punched by superheroes for centuries, so the audience can appreciate what a massive waste of time this drivel is - it’s not to eat up the page count of this flimsiest of storylines.
95% of the book is superheroes punching ice monsters and it’s as gripping to read as it sounds. I know I was on the edge of my seat wondering if the Justice League would defeat the villain of the weak.
This year, give yourself the gift of not reading Justice League: (Thankfully Not) Endless Tedium.
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