TOP TEN COMICS OF 2003: NUMBER SEVEN
TOP TEN COMICS OF 2003: NUMBER SEVEN
Well, the audacity of it. The sheer, unmitigated gall. These are people who stood up – in front of the world – in front of God! And stated clear as day that at Shiny New Marvel dead was definitely, definitely, absolutely and completely as dead as in the real honest world. And so Magneto would never return.
Grant Morrison made Jesus cry.
It’s very rare these days that a comic will actually make me feel anything approaching a rush – usually the best reaction I can get is a sense of vague satisfaction as tho I had supped on a fine wine, but that’s the state of modern comics for you. NEW X-MEN #146 nearly killed me. I started getting these wierd shooting pains all up one arm, my vision blurred, my throat closed, a terrible roaring was in mine ears alike to great wings, beating. I spent the rest of the day wobbling like an ancient, palsied victim of circumstances beyond imagination.
It’s a fine time for comics when, merely by lying their evil, dissembling throats out to an audience of innocent children and backward adults, a mainstream company can provoke that kind of reaction.
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