Posted: 15 May 2011 at 8:28pm | IP Logged | 1
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After trudging through twenty or so issues without much enjoyment (What the *%@# was up with that "Kulan Gath Takes Manhatten" thing??,) Issue 201 was the last straw for me. Storm beats Cyclops without powers simply because, well, she's better. At everything. So there. Nyah. Check, please! I came back for occasional issues of Silvestri's run, until the team's snide mistreatment of the suddenly-snivelling Havok because the "boy" hadn't "earned" his place amongst them sent me away again. Really? The "boy" had been a respected X-Man years before simps like Psylocke, Dazzler, and God help us all, Longshot were perverse glints in their creators' eyes. But, of course, he had not yet proven himself a Warrior Born to those on the team at that time, so he was clearly a lesser lifeform. Good call, guys. When charging into battle, the guy you want beside you is definitely the adorably-clueless Longshot and not the cosmic-energy conducting fellow who took down the Living Monolith. Treat THAT guy as shabbily as possible. I revisited the book during the Jim Lee run since I genuinely enjoyed his art in those early issues. Later, in issue 274, his influences became too obvious for me to continue enjoying the book further. On one page, Rogue and Magneto are romping through the Savage Land making passes at one another. On the next page, Forge is begging the implacable Storm for forgiveness she will never grant (More fool he to think he had right to beg her pardon!! Was he not there for the "No quarter asked, none given" part of the program?) in a techno-fortress somewhere. That first page, pure Art Adams. The next, Barry Windsor-Smith. Flip back and forth. Adams. Smith. Adams. Smith. Threw me right out of the book. I stayed until 277, I think, before leaving the book entirely for years to come. I picked up a couple of Morrison/ Quitely issues out of perverse curiosity, but pursued it no further as those left a particularly foul taste. Whedon's Astonishing X-Men was a revelation. Thoroughly enjoyable storytelling. Modern, yet with keynote flavors of the Claremont/ Byrne era seasoning the mix throughout. That was a good ride. I've picked up occassional appearances by the team here and there since then. An issue or two of X-Men: the Hidden Years as back issues. Very little else. The X-Men are at best an infrequently fond memory for me these days. I enjoyed the time I spent with them as a kid, but that crowd is waayyy too seriously f*cked-up for me to consider visiting them again. The Westchester School these days is just a bad neighborhood, full of unpleasant hardcases and loonies who'll grab what they can of your paycheck, possibly your internal organs, and leave you bleeding in an alleyway somewhere. And I can hear Quesada reading that assessment and saying, "Hells, Yeah! Now you got it! They're badass!! And if you ain't up for it, then, yeah, you'd best run home to momma!!" Not my crowd.
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