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Hello Barbelith. I'm very new here, and I'll try to do this without too much drooling fanboy hyperbole.
So I had to order it off eBay, but I finally own a complete set of my own personal Holy Grail, Flex Mentallo. I've read it a few (too many) times since it arrived and I am very. Pissed. Off. Yes, reading Flex really pissed me off. In four issues, Morrison and Quitely create both the perfect love letter to comic books and in my silly little opinion, the perfect comic book. And the only reason I had the oppurtunity to read it was an unhealthy obsession with all things Morrison and having a temporary surplus of disposable cash. (Though it was worth every bloody penny and then some.) But this should be in every damn bookstore in the world right next to Watchmen and Dark Knight, which are absolutely eclipsed by Flex in terms of quality, passion, and sheer and utter BRILLIANCE in every possible...
Sorry. I said I'd try to avoid drooling and whatnot. Anyway, this series touched me in a way I can't even begin to describe. Grant Morrison's marvelous headfuck ideas were in full force, more mindbending and spectacular than ever, but... I didn't cry when I read the Invisibles. I mean, I admit it, I was in tears by the end, and god damn it, I believed. I believed like I was a little kid again and I knew it was all true, we CAN be heroes! This is a beautiful work of art on every level, and the comics industry won't be worth a good goddamn until anyone can go buy this from their local comics shop in trade form for 14.99 (or whatever, less than I paid anyway)...
Once more, I ramble. And I haven't even mentioned the magnificent artwork, or the Hoaxer, greatest character to ever wear spandex ("That's right! Blam! You've been had, dad! Seeings not believing and no one hoaxes the hoaxer!" Ohh. Brilliant.) but anyone who's had the privelege of reading "Flex Mentallo: Man of Muscle Mystery", please, respond. Talk to me, people.
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