I have a feeling--I can't substantiate it, but I somehow guess--that I still think I'm, like, twenty-six years old or so. Like, if you walked up to me and said "DON'T THINK, JUST ANSWER! HOW OLD ARE YOU?", I would instinctively say a number in the 20's. I'm not sure why that is. I am... Continue Reading →
It's been a long way to the top, but since we do, in fact, want to rock 'n roll, we have all successfully made it. After the past two weekends of tension-building action where I gave you my favorite comics #11-#15 and then #6-#10, I can tell that your anticipation is at an absolute fever pitch! But never... Continue Reading →
I haven’t done enough “older” comics on these reviews, and I recognize that. There’s a perfectly good reason for it, though, and it’s that, uh, I don’t tend to love them. And I judge them more harshly because of that. It’s not an across-the-board thing, obviously—what is?—but it’s there. A lot of 60’s and 70’s... Continue Reading →
Written by—who else?—Chris “I’m Responsible For All Your Good X-Men Memories” Claremont and brought to life by Brent Eric Anderson, God Loves, Man Kills is an unflinching look at prejudice, religious fanaticism, and loyalty. This was the comic—more than any other—that really nailed the theme of how dangerous it could be to be born a... Continue Reading →
THE NEW MUTANTS: Mutants As Metaphor: -The idea that Mutants were a perfect metaphor for one's Teen Years came to me a little late. Early on, it was a simple metaphor for prejudice- using a fictional minority to show the absurdities and horrors of man's inhumanity for "the others" among them. And of course, it... Continue Reading →
