By Grant Morrison (writer), J.G. Jones (art), and Alex Sinclair (colors)

Listen: Just because Grant Morrison wrote it, it doesn’t mean it’s automatically good.

Don’t believe any of the pretentious reviews out there that praise this book. They’re mostly written by Grant Morrison fanboys who will love anything he writes – even if it’s crap. Believe me, I enjoy most of Morrison’s work, but Final Crisis is just an incoherent mess. Make no mistake, the man makes it abundantly clear time and again that he knows lots about DC lore, and because of this, the reader is constantly challenged (and/or frustrated). I’m not saying I don’t enjoy being challenged or I’m a lazy reader, but this story will prove to be just too much for most readers. Final Crisis is basically porn for the DC historians.

As a casual DC reader, I’ll freely admit that I was lost for 80% of the story. Now, imagine someone who’s read about the hype surrounding this book in say, The New York Post or Entertainment Weekly, do you think they’d understand what’s going on? Me neither. Final Crisis shouldn’t be a summer mini-series. Heck, if it can’t be told in a coherent fashion in which casual comic readers can understand it, it shouldn’t be a series at all – big continuity shake-ups or not. Any comic that forces me to go to other websites for annotations just so I can get a grasp on what’s going on is crap. And I’m sorry to say this, but Final Crisis is crap.

For the 10% of comic book reading populace who “gets” every reference and can follow the story without “help” gets my admiration and applause. I honestly wish I could comprehend this story and I wish I could enjoy it. I’m a fan of the creative team, and J.G. Jones handles the monumental task of drawing a billion superheroes (and villains) almost effortlessly. Alex Sinclair also deserves kudos for his coloring work here. Unlike the boring, moody palettes he brings to Jim Lee’s artwork, the colors he uses here brings the world to life. It’s just a shame I couldn’t enjoy the story as much as the artwork, because the art is, quite frankly, the only criteria that prevents this book from getting an “F”. (Grade: D+)

– J. Montes