“That’s why artists like J.H. Williams III are God’s gift to superhero picture talk. These are pages that slap you in the mouth and say “holy shit, I am here.” While other superhero pages sit at the bar chatting dryly amongst themselves, the Williams page storms into the room with a bouncer still clinging to one ankle, knocking down tables and fetching a whiskey bottle to smash over the head of some clown that looked at it wrong.”
