A seminal work of superhero storytelling.
The ‘90s were an interesting time for the medium. At times it felt like all flash no substance, and at others there was real effort to build on the late-80s milestones like Dark Knight Returns and Watchmen. For DC that meant leaning ever more heavily into lineage, commonly thought in terms of James Robinson’s Starman, Mark Waid’s Flash, his Kingdom Come. There was also Ron Marz’s Green Lantern, the result of another trend from the decade, a tumultuous personal crisis introducing new faces behind familiar names, in this case Kyle Rayner replacing Hal Jordan, who had gone down a dark path as Parallax, both in the pages of that comic (“Emerald Twilight”) and Zero Hour, which resumed the company’s yearly “event comic” efforts in 1994.
Event comics get a bad rap. The most famous DC event comic will probably always be Crisis on Infinite Earths, but many more followed over the years and decades. Perhaps the most unique (other than the weekly 52, which in hindsight almost feels like a spiritual sequel) was The Final Night.
Waid’s Kingdom Come perhaps stole all the thunder with a remarkably similar playbook, a big superhero epic that’s grounded in human-scale storytelling and realistic art. Of course in Waid’s comic that meant the painted work of Alex Ross. In Final Night it’s Stuart Immonen’s.
Immonen, and writer Karl Kesel, were part of the “triangle era” of Superman comics, what came to be known as the post-“Doomsday” era increasingly known for its own regular crises (there was even a “Death of Clark Kent,” naturally!). Immonen himself doesn’t seem to see his work during this time as overly special. He and Kesel (though his best work was as artist and writer, and you can tell his opinion based on the fact that Immonen hasn’t really written since) were “just another team,” one of four on four separate but frequently interrelated titles.
But they were the best. Immonen’s simple approach was especially easy, for me, to appreciate in an era such as the ‘90s, which often, in art, seemed to define itself by bombast at the expense of everything else. There was precious little a reader could relate to, even at Marvel, where Immonen would eventually migrate and of course tamper with his style, losing some of his gentle touch.
Anyway, Final Night is concerned with the big picture, and the many small ones that bring meaning to it. There are powerful moments throughout. Among the first is Lex Luthor shaking hands with Superman in the first issue, and then in the last one, Superman taking a moment to write a farewell letter to Lois...There was never a better Lex than in this era, especially as Immonen wrote him later, and no better an encapsulation of Superman’s spirit than in these pages, without drawing too much attention to it.
Because the big swerve isn’t about him at all, but Hal Jordan. After Geoff Johns brought him back as Green Lantern, the whole arc Hal traveled in the ‘90s threatened to become trivialized, but it would be a mistake to let that happen. Final Night, with the inclusion of a one-shot sketching the important points of his later misadventures and the funeral from the pages of Green Lantern, read like what Robinson spent so much time chasing in Starman, what even Waid never got to do in Flash, which was to give that definitive send-off for the elegy they were writing all along. Which is to say, if you want to understand ’90s DC, Final Night is essential.
It’s the kind of comic that doesn’t seem to draw attention to itself. So we have to do that for it.