So, I finally got around to reading this chestnut…
I beg to differ with some of my fellow Goodreads reviewers: what works about Trinity is precisely the art, Matt Wagner’s robust, unfussy drawing and Dave Stewart’s candy-sweet coloring. Wagner favors big, chunky figures, bold outlines, and minimal rendering, the sort of thing that gets called “retro” among today’s comic book fans: a cross between pulp revivalism and Deco that manages to seem designed yet dashed off at the same time. There’s a lot of space, airiness, in Wagner’s simplified, uncluttered work, and the rendering is bold to the point of brusqueness — that is, the style hovers somewhere between having a ball and not giving a damn. Fans of the Fleischers’ Superman or the animated superheroes of Bruce Timm or Glenn Murakami may find that Wagner hits that sweet spot.
The plot is a textbook super-dustup pitting Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman against a threesome of foes, with, of course, the fate of the world hanging in the balance. Briefly, Batman heavy Ra’s al Ghul, the immortal eco-terrorist and ersatz Bond villain, recruits Bizarro Superman (in this continuity, a damaged Superman clone) and a rebellious young Amazon named Artemis as henchpersons and then sets out to wreck the civilized world with stolen nukes. Wagner builds the story schematically around triads: the three chapters begin in, respectively, Metropolis, Gotham, and Paradise Island, and we get to see each hero on the others’ home turfs. There’s a lot of busyness and bickering and plenty of ass-kicking. So: dumb, serviceable fun.
What doesn’t work so well is Wagner’s scripting of character, which, as others have pointed out here, seems inconsistent and fumbling. Wagner tucks some grace notes of originality into the dialogue and narration — that is, he comes up with observations and character bits that are fresh — but then again, he writes Batman as a macho dumbass and Wonder Woman as, well, spectacularly a woman but not consistently a person. Supes comes out best, knowing, strong, and understated. Mostly, the characters shift in service to the whims of the plot, so motivations and feelings come across as contrivances rather than earned complexities. There are odd, dangling loose ends, unexplored problems, and uncritical echoes of received racist and sexist stereotypes, et cetera. In sum, slapdash.
I wouldn’t want to say that Wagner’s work has declined over the past twenty-odd years (in some ways, the drawing has gotten better). But his early work telegraphed a fiery commitment and experimental restlessness that have since disappeared. Much of his 21st century work consists of complacent, under-thought genre workouts like this. I’d like to see a fresh, creator-owned project from him (that isn’t Mage or Grendel), something to push him in new directions.
In short, Trinity ought to be a keeper, but isn’t. Sigh.