For too long The Glutton has been overlooked. Shunned and reviled, people turned away from him in disgust – even other superheroes. If he can’t he a hero, he will be a villain! Just because he has a black hole in his stomach enabling him to eat and digest anything (and he seems to have an equally stretchy mouth) doesn’t mean he has no feelings. He has a plan: compile a team of villain, defeat Atlas, earn the respect he deserves.
Atlas, a Titan from Greek mythology condemned to hold up the vault of the sky for all time, is now on earth. All that vault holding is in the past. Now, Atlas enjoys hanging on Earth on the beach with his sidekick Wonderboy (who is just as muscle bound as Atlas, don’t let the “boy” part of his name fool you), eating hotdogs with the works. Mmmmm. If only these pesky villains would stop interrupting him.
This is a very playful comic, everything very tongue in cheek. Atlas is not only drawn with a ridiculous level of musculature, even for superhero standards, but is a bit of an airhead. This ends up being a bit of a running joke through the comic. While fighting poetry-reciting killer robots, he gets into an argument with his new ally, Sandra the flying snake woman (have I mentioned how silly this comic is?)
Sandra: You know, Atlas, poetry can be very manly … if you pick the right poem.
Atlas: I don’t need poetry to be manly. I’m the god of weight lifting and heavy burdens. What’s more manly that that?
Sandra: Yeah, nothing is sexier to a woman than a greased-up weightlifter in a tiny little bathing suit. Everyone thinks those are sexy.
Atlas’ sidekick, Wonderboy, gets short-changed every time, as sidekicks always do. Atlas consistently ignores him, always choosing the easier or sillier path. (Was that really a call for help, or were the gulls fighting over a hotdog? Mmmmm, hot dogs.) Even when all the superheroes are telling their origin stories and discovering who they really are, Wonderboy keeps getting interrupted and ultimately never gets to tell his story at all.
The drawings are very Saturday Morning Cartoon – dark, blocky outlines to the figures, lots of sharp angles (you could cut yourself on some one the character’s chins), and flat primary colors. Fun for ages eight and up.
by Dan Rafter
Art by Erik Thompson
Bluewater Productions, 2010