Monday, September 18, 2017

Iron Fist #7 Review - Marvel Monday

Listen To Good Ol' Fisty

Written by: Ed Brisson
Art by: Mike Perkins
Cover Price:$3.99
Release Date: September 6, 2017
Review by: Aaron Anderson

Last issue Iron Fist and Shang-Chi were in a load of trouble. The Seer used The Sight to attack Danny Rand and Shang-Chi came to his defense. Which in turn got Shang-Chi turned into a member of The Sight and The Seer controls them (bad news). Now Danny has to fight: The Sight (that is a hundred strong), Shang-Chi, and The Seer. All because of that coward Chosin...LET'S GET IT ON!

We start off with a splash page that is just irradiating color off the page. Iron Fist is on one knee while The Seer controls and orders Shang-Chi to kill him. Iron Fist tries to convince Shang-Chi to shake off the affects of The Seer's mind control wammy . Instead of getting his friend back he gets kicked in the face. Danny has to pull his punches for fear of hurting his friend. He soon finds out that pulling your punches against a Master of Kung-Fu only leads to an ass whooping.

Which is what this comic boils down to in a nut shell. Brisson lines up the situation that causes the fighting and then Perkins' captivating art just takes over with rapid fire panel progression that allows the fight scenes to just spill out of the pages.

Essentially, this is a one shot for the trade paper back age. It loosely ties into the arc that came before, because Chosin hired The Seer to kill Danny, but it is also beautifully contained in its own story. Danny flies into town and is attacked by bad people the fighting commences over two issues, and then a conclusion with finality. It's a comic book story in its purest form and I love it.

Bits and Pieces:

I'm using this section to sing the praises of the other two creators on this comic. Andy Troy (color artist) and VC's Travis Lanham on letters. Troy's colors really take center stage this issue. He takes a usually dark, grim, and dreary wet basement fight scene and elevates it to a fireworks display gone nuclear. Using magical strokes of color leading your eye all over the page. Lanham's classic use of every sound affect known to man really cradled my inner child and then punted it down the field of dreams.


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