"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Ultimates #40

Sesso, bugie e dvd #4 (Sex, Lies and Dvd #4, da Ultimates 3 #4 dell’agosto 2008). Esistono al mondo dei misteri inesplicabili. Misteri che tutti gli studiosi, i filosofi, gli alchimisti, gli psicologi e gli analisti del mondo non riuscirebbero a risolvere. Uno di questi misteri è Jeph Loeb. Perché a quest’uomo vengono affidate testate e serie importanti? Perché gli viene consentito di scrivere? Un motivo, da qualche parte, deve pur esserci. Eppure giuro che a leggere la sua roba proprio non ne traspare nemmeno un’ombra. Questo ennesimo episodio di Ultimates è la fiera dell’inutilità, nonché probabilmente l’ultima volta che compro l’albo. Denaro buttato. Al confronto, persino Ultimate Human di Ellis con Hulk si lascia quasi leggere.

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