![]() ![]() He’s more Clark Kent than Matt Murdock a mountain of muscle that’s nevertheless mild-mannered, capable of winning any fight but always backing down from one. Morrison’s reindeer-slaying, direwolf-summoning, acid-tripping Klaus is actually somewhat tame by comparison. The earliest legends about the saint had him avenging the gruesome deaths of three children that had been cannibalistically baked into mince-meat pies. Like the later, the historic Nikolaos of Myra was a crimson-clad hero, driven by his catholic faith to go out at night and defend his city’s poor and destitute from enslavement and prostitution. His actual origin story is less of a claymation children’s special and more the unrated Netflix Daredevil series. ![]() ![]() Not that the real Santa is all that in need of a dark and gritty reboot. It’s part of a growing trend of reinfusing the historically darker elements back into the yuletide season, a trend which includes also the forthcoming films Krampus(about the demon Saint Nicolas enslaved), and Winter’s Knight. ![]() So will this week’s publication of Klaus #1, Grant Morrison’s gritty reboot of the “jolly old elf,” albeit neither all that jolly or old in his telling. The fully decorated Christmas tree in my living room, up since the day after Halloween, will certainly attest to such. The most wonderful time of the year is finally upon us. Originally published at The Hub City Review. ![]()
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