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Oh he's Tim Finnegans fallen drunk dead, by scotch to rise again. Humpty Dumpty to be mend by the King's Superman. One of millions suns to hit the earth's horizon to later ascend. Icarus and his melted wings and I can't rhyme for shit.
Ultraman-like spermsuit was awesome. I imagined there'd be an even cooler "S" than the ying-yang version (and imagined Solaris would be the Final Boss taking a hold of the sun in bigger ways than simply turning it red), but still. Just the right amount of the "It's now, I'm going" vibe in it ("I'm serious, Robot7. I might be dead, but DO NOT fuck with my savegames on Spore, I'm fucking serious"). It's like those moments before astronauts go off, but high-pitched into the already bar-set-high of what constitutes the ground floor here.
Lana's time-saving picture in the background and the mention of Zibarro's poetry was just so beyond bittersweet. And I laughed a bit too much with that "Oh Hai! Welcome there!" mat over the key. Olsen wasn't the jizzabomb here, but we did get teh heart-pounds with Superman stripping to his hairless flesh and Nasty's incest-suggestive tiny S&M bottom playing a weird new iteration of the Teschmacher/Otis role.
Was it Perry or Lombard crying "No! NO!", or was that a mistake from someone? Lois says "Lombard", but would it really hit the same emotional note than if it was Perry?
I just can't get over
a) the gorgeousness FQ and JG brings. Jesus, look at that panel with his new power, the way it deflects Solaris' beams. Or the beautiful hot red that clashes with the artic cold of the scene; and
b) how Quitely manages to convey movement (not "just" a matter of bringing spark to the compositions themselves, but the use of this weird living suggestion of flow in-between panels is still jaw-dropping to this day) and the way he contributes to the 'beats' and hits the right notes in dramaturgical turns so beautifully (compare to the way the dramatic action -- be it an action scene or conversation -- here is 'framed' to something like Final Crisis 1 -- just this weird tone-deaf "and then this, then this, then this").
I really don't know what to expect. SuperLois, Quintum, superhumanity, Golden Sups, I just don't know in my raving excitement.
And amazon put out the cover for the Vol 2 trade. It's the cover of #10. Rightly fucking so. |
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