Blackest Night -- whatever that is -- has slyly resurrected dead comics too. James Robinson resumes Starman and he must, by virtue of a long absence, spend time getting his readers up to speed. He walks through Opal City happenings by literally walking through a museum. History is doled out into (false) even-spaced panels, is proper, only to get jumbled, the two guards crowding together, layering over their previous selves and undoing the linearity of a tour back in time. To get us on the same page, Robinson takes two pages. This bleeding over the page and bunching up is, perhaps, a more elegant way of drawing a zombie. This bleeding is quieter than the inevitable blood on the next page.(Art by Fernando Dagnino and Bill Sienkiewicz. Those veiny foot shadows are too sweet.)
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