"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."

X-men #211


La fine e l’inizio (Ending and Beginnings – The Rise and Fall of the Shi’ar Empire #12, da Uncanny X-men #486 del luglio 2007). Fine?!? Cioé, ma stiamo scherzando? Cataclismatica scazzottata finale con il morto, ritorno di Xavier, cambio della guardia, X-men rimasti nello spazio come predoni stellari (e la scelta dei nomi non avrebbe potuto essere migliore), disegni splendidi. Ho chiuso il numero dicendo "wow, sta diventando proprio una bella storia". E poi ho realizzato che era l’ultimo numero. Maledetto Brubaker, torna qui.

Condizione critica #1 e #2 (Condicion Critical #1 e #2 da X-men #197 e #198 del maggio e del giugno 2007). Ma Bachalo ha disegnato a occhi chiusi? Gli hanno legato la mano buona dietro la schiena? Inoltre, questo uso dei retini e dei colori dovrebbe essere d’impatto? Senza contare che credo proprio mi manchi la pagina centrale dell’albo.

L’anima di un poeta (The Soul of a Poet, da X-men First Class Special #1 del luglio 2007). Forse il primo numero di First Class che vale la benzina che ci vorrebbe per bruciarlo. Ma sarebbe comunque da bruciare come tutti i suoi predecessori (se non fosse che sul retro c’è la lettera di Marino). Da bruciare a meno che, natutalmente, non si vada davvero in brodo di giuggiole – come LucaS nelle note – per il fatto che vi compaia un personaggio meno che minore di storie precedenti alla Grande Guerra. Personalmente, non è il mio genere.

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2 Comments
  • impbianco
    Posted at 11:49h, 01 February Reply

    Secondo me Bachalo è stato sostituito dal suo clone malvagio…spiegherebbe tutto… :P

    X-Bye

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:10h, 02 February Reply

    Già, come se Bachalo non mi fosse già sufficientemente indigesto.

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