This title has been getting a lot of crap from critics since its inception; an opinion I very much disagreed with… until this issue.
The Dark Knight has been centered around the creative prowess of David Finch since it began. This was absolutely great, if for no other reason than Finch’s gorgeous artwork. But the book was also written very well, in my humble opinion. Whether or not this is due to Finch’s role as co-plotter is unknown, but it stands that this was my favorite ongoing Bat-book of The New 52. Needless to say, when I finally got my hands on Dark Knight #8, I got filled with bat-excitement at seeing a nice Finch-drawn cover with his name at the top of the credits. Then I opened the book.
Despite having his name at the very top of the cover credits, David Finch doesn’t actually have anything to do with this issue beyond the cover art, as is immediately apparent upon seeing interior artwork by Ed Benes. The art isn’t bad, but it is not what I’ve come to expect from this series. The story by Joe Harris is a contrived mess involving the Tweed cousins and the Mad Hatter: villains who I normally get excited about, but are bland and uncompelling here. Batman himself is more emotional than necessary, having the same mental crisis that he began in the Batman series about whether or not Gotham City is truly evil.
Luckily, Finch is back as artist next month for the title’s “Night of the Owls” tie-in; as well as guest writer Judd Winick, one of my favorites. After that, Gregg Hurwitz becomes regular writer, and hopefully he’s got some plans to put the book back on track. Batman: The Dark Knight gets a 2 out of 5.