A few months ago, we brought you the news that Netflix was producing a TV show based on Harvey Comics' infuriatingly wealthy Richie Rich, which naturally led to me venting my boundless rage against the insufferable little tow-headed one-percenter and then doing my best to forget it was happening. Now, though, the Richening is finally upon us.
I consider myself to be a relatively reasonable adult, but if I'm honest with you, there's definitely a list of fictional characters that I hate as though they were real people. As irrational as it may be, there's just this intense level of pure, all-consuming hatred that I feel whenever they come up -- and right at the top of the list, next to Lucy Lane and Funky Winkerbean's Les Moore, is that rotten little plutocrat Richie Rich. I cannot even begin to explain how much I hate that kid.
As a result, I've been in a sour mood since yesterday, when Netflix announced a new live-action Richie Rich series, starring Jake Brennan as the title trillionaire.
For eleven months out of the year, I can take or leave horror comics. Unless it's something exceptional like Hellboy or Tomb of Dracula, they don't tend to be things that I actively seek out, Until, that is, September becomes October and the scent of pumpkin spiced coffee is on the air, at which time I promptly start scrambling like a lunatic to find as many comics about ghosts, mummies and miscellaneous tentacled horrors that I can fit into the next 31 days.
Sometimes, every now and then, that search through quarter bins brings me something amazing, like a comic where creators like Dwayne McDuffie, Ernie Colon and Gil Kane told the story of a war raging in Hell itself between every single monster from the Lord of the Vampires to Baba Yaga over who would have the right to destroy humankind once and for all. And sometimes, that story turns out to be the comic book version of Monster In My Pocket.