Order Soon Van
Creativity starves insanity
There was nothing in the standing order last week, there isn't ever really anything after and between when the comics are scheduled to arrive anyway. Up high on the wall of comics sat three new Marvel titles; Fury, Alias and U.S. War Machine. The new MAX imprint from the House of Ideas. Both Fury and Alias were already onto their second issues while War Machine was on its sixth. WM also happens to be the cheaper of the three. A US cover price of one fifty converts into three thirty Australian. Buying comics is easy, it's remembering to read them that often fails me.
So, of the backlog of comics I have there are only a certain number which can be read without penalties on continuity. Ultimate Spider-Man (read all of the issues to current), U.S. War Machine (something to sample) and Black Panther (issue thirty-five is a monster one hundred pager).
Bagley's art never really appealled to me past the way in which the lines defined the body and suit of Spider-Man. The artwork in Ultimate remains pretty much the same, the rest of the cast falls short while Spidey swings around in fine lines. Issue thirteen introduces Gwen Stacy after quite some time and instead of looking like a blonde version of Mary-Jane, she instead resembles that of Alison Mongrain or at least way older than the support cast would suggest. At least the story holds up pretty well, Doctor Octopus makes it into the Ultimate-verse in pretty close circumstances, and the Ox looks like he may be onto something.
Black Panther is by far and away the best of the comics that I collect, even to the point that I could forgo all else and have nothing but that. Several issues have yet to be read up on, but seeing as though this was a monster celebrating the thirty fifth anniversy of T'Challa I had reprints of back issues to enjoy. The major difference between comics of yore and the present is the verbiage Stan Lee would indulge in. The comicbooks seem to go on way too long. But on a word-for-word count between Lee and Priest there is no comparison on flow. The same amount of writing and yet a totally different energy.
Black and white and weekly, U.S. War Machine. Chuck Austen's take on the silverado left me wanting a refund. Stilted and glaring, the characters looked like that they didn't even want to be in the story. I'm not picking up any of the other issues of this, even if it is comparatively cheap with no ads. I know how it all sounds.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 24 October 2001 - 05:56
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