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Well, I think I may have mentioned this before, but X-Force #19 remains tattooed on my brain as the worst comic dialogue of ever. It was the epilogue to the X-Cutioner's Song event, an event I never did quite manage to read all 12 issues of, and Greg Capullo's debut on art, which wasn't so bad as I quite liked him, though he was not much later to turn into a horrible, horrible Todd McFarlane clone.
My favourite, and by 'favourite' I mean most hated, bit of dialogue which I'm quoting entirely from memory reaching back some twelve or so years is between Sunspot, a/k/a Roberto DaCosta and that black woman doctor Stevie something that used to hang around with the X-Men. Anyway, Bobby's sitting by the pond or something being all contemplative and Stevie comes up and says "It's cold, isn't it?"
He replies, "I don't feel it, my powers, blah blah" and then she's like "No, I meant what we're thinking, it's cold." I was 12-13, and I thought, 'oh my god, that is just such terrible shite.' It's supposedly dead emotional, like X books always were, but doesn't it make absolutely no sense on a dialogue or, indeed, signification level?
Also in this issue, Sam Guthrie, the Cannonball, lately the star of the excellent Cannonball vs. Nimrod, uses the power of metaphor to helpfully explain the difference between the X-Men and X-Force to Professor X; "the open hand and the closed fist", applicable directly to the former and latter. But, you see, Sam shows him that the closed fist can protect as well as attack, with some mouse he just found lying around (not closed your fist completely then, have you, Samuel?) and vice-versa with a slapping motion toward the prof, who at that point should have just wiped his entire brain. |
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