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Doc Ock does not suck. The early to mid eighties stories, featuring the tangled web that was the BlackCat, Spidey and Doc Ocks weird, fucked up love/hate triangle, 100% ruled, and define my personal spidervision. The wisecracking's great, but that's not all there is to petey and co... Oh no. The fun stuff's always gotta be counterbalanced w/ Spidey's other default mode - hectic, New York angst. And that's where modern incarnations of Doc Ock fall down. He's not supposed to be well muscled and spandexy - he's a "lab coat": a shrunken, fattish, deformed, bowl-cutted little man, w/ weird, thrashing metal extruding from his gut. He's in big hate w/ Spidey and just wants to wrap his arms around him and squeeze.... Like loads of spidey's villains, in his original conception, he's everything Peter Parker isn't: grotesque, deformed, adult.... A far cry from the eternal teenager bounding across the Manhattan skyline.
Yay, Doc Ock!
Let's get the vulture back to the twisted, craggy clawed old man look, too. All infected, ragged and poisonous. Lovely. Just like poocake. |
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