It's been a long time since I've been in the TMNT universe. Honestly, I'd forgotten all about them, after a childhood spent reading the sourcebooks from the original role-playing game and religiously following the cowabunga-dude-turtle-power 80s cartoon. Suddenly, inexplicably, my 2-year-old son acquired a turtle obsession. Every game of pretend eventually involves swinging swords at bad guys. Ninja turtles have become de facto members of pirate crews, pop bands, and magical pony towns. He will randomly insist that I refer to him as Leonardo, and fates preserve me if I forget. So, naturally, I am compelled to dive back into the heroes in a half shell with him.
This is a reboot of the series, beginning with a pared-down version of the origin story. Splinter trains his sons relentlessly in the art of ninjitsu, hiding underground and only sending them topside to search for Raphael, the missing brother they barely remember. Flash back to when these anthropomorphic animals were denizens of a shady private lab, subject to mutagenic experiments at the behest of a mysterious patron named General Krang. As the story jumps back and forth between the past and the present, the group fights an old enemy and a new one in order to reunite and become whole once more.
This was the perfect reintroduction for me. The red masks and gritty violence is a great callback to the comic's roots, while the reimagined introductions of April O'Neil, Casey Jones, and Baxter Stockman kicked my nostalgia gland into overdrive. My favorite part of the book, though, is a new story element: Old Hob, the tomcat-turned-thug that assaults the turtles before and after their mutation.
The IDW comic strikes the right balance between lighthearted and grim. It doesn't take itself too seriously, but the camp of the cartoons is nowhere in sight, for the moment. The characters are earnest, and some the scenes are indeed quite serious (those involving Jones in particular). The art is gritty and rough-edged, but perfect for the story. Better gritty than overly produced, as we've had quite enough of the latter.
This is a great comic book. I am endlessly impressed at how timeless an absurd notion like mutated terrapin martial artists has proven to be.