Birds Of Prey is one of the first comic books I remember reading when I first really started getting into them. I have the Manly Library to thank for that, as their graphic novel section introduced me to shit like Sandman, Transmetropolitan and Batman: The Long Halloween; stuff that would not only further the path that Watchmen carved out for me, but would end up influencing my own work in a number of ways. And during that time, I just happened to pick up a trade paperback of Gail Simone’s run on BOP, and man, is it a kick-ass read.
It was one of my bigger initial exposures to superhero
fiction, and between the inviting characters and Simone’s uncanny sense of
balancing action bombast with genuine heart, it had me hooked. I still get a
little misty-eyed thinking about Black Canary’s adopted daughter tasting
pancakes for the first time. Needless to say, I was hyped as fuck for a
feature-length version of that, and while that may not entirely be what I got,
that doesn’t make me any less entertained by it.
