Let the disagreements pour forth, but to this day, Frank Miller's Batman: Year One
remains quite possibly the most well-told Batman story I have ever read. I'm tempted to say that it's proof of what Miller alone was capable of at the top of his game, but some sources have it that David Mazzucchelli was holding back all of his excesses, which isn't exactly unbelievable.
Really, Mazzucchelli's art and layouts make half the story, with a beautifully minimalist-yet-gritty aesthetic that can make even the hokiest scenes work
(so naturally, the DTV adaptation glossed over all that with its typical wannabe-anime art. Feh). It's a shame that today he's gone into the Too-Good-For-Mainstream-Superheroes-Camp,
but if anyone's earned that spot, it's him. I'm also of the opinion that this is one of those comics that absolutely must be read with the shitty, grainy coloring of the late 1980s to get the full effect, but since most of them TPBs today have that high-falutin' shiny digital coloring, this might be a bit hard.
The actual content of the story, I go back and forth on: I love what it did to Gordon's and Alfred's character voices, it's probably the sole reason that pre-scarring Harvey Dent has any traction in the modern era, and the corruption of the GCPD is practically gospel today, but I'm largely apathetic to any
take on Catwoman's origin, and I've never sat too well with the third-act revelation of Jim Gordon's adultery. Still, when it's good, it's absolutely kick-ass
Come. Let us gaze on some of its finest moments...( I know comics. I know comics. Sometimes, I share them. With someone like you. )