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What is it, for those who aren't digging Milligan's run here, that isn't working for folks? The art's pretty shot on a consistent basis, but I mean, it's telling the story, at least, so it's better than Bart Sears or something. And the story, the little character bits and the fact that the big world-shaking stuff is actually being responded to by human beings as, y'know, world-shaking instead of just shoving another bomb in Cyclops' chest. That Mystique stuff was lovely, it was. Is it me, or was she gunning for Rogue as much as Gambit with that cheesey oversexxed foxx-business? Lorna and Bobby are terminally fucked and very, very pathetic, but earnest.
There's a definite David Lynch styled layer of disconnect to the whole thing, with all actual emotions and virulence sublimated so it's all shiny plastic on the surface; all gorgeously desperate and unhealthy.
I love that certain things are built up as something characters are having to - as people - work through, and then the whole world goes nuts for a fortnight, and in the aftermath, your whole situation's shifted and everything you were building towards, all the problems you thought you'd sorted, are for nought. Whole new bag of dark shit for you to work through. |
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