Bronies – adult males who love My Little Pony – are a much maligned group. Apparently liking something is reason enough to be disliked nowadays, and forums online dedicated to My Little Pony are a vipers nest of snarky comments and haughty judgements. So in the spirit of the whole thing, please allow me to make my own haughty judgement — anyone who gets angry about what other people enjoy is a turd.
There, that feels better.
With that in mind, I guess it’s fair to say that there’s something a bit mean-spirited about My Little Phony. While it’s more of a satire on the mindset of fandom in general rather than a savage takedown of a kids’ cartoon, using an already frequently scorned subculture as its target is cheap and easy. I’ve met plenty of hardcore fans of stuff like Star Trek, Doctor Who and Star Wars that are just as obsessive, but those properties are perhaps too close to the things that a lot of comics readers enjoy to be dismissed so casually. It means that as a satire, My Little Phony is pretty toothless. If it had any backbone it would be about Batman fans or something instead.
The art is a little patchy, with the quality varying from panel to panel, some panels are great and then others are stiff and stilted. This may be due to the fact that along with the two credited writers there are three credited artists, too many cooks spoil the broth after all, and having five different people work on these two key aspects of comic production seems a little weird.
There’s the seed of a funny and scathing story about super-fans and obsessives in here, but it’s largely wasted on an easy target.
The writer of this piece was: Joe Morrison
Joe is Freelance film journalist based in Glasgow.
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