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Amanda Conner...
... Sergio Argones...
... Leiji Matsumoto...
... Frank Quitely...
I'm just not getting the 'why' of this particular series. It's got some tics of Gaiman's, in the mix, yes, but really, it's like Dean Martin covering Motorhead's 'Ace of Spades', y'know?
Better than the JMS Doc Strange redo, but not as good as, say, the revisioning of the Fantastic Four in 'Unstable Molecules'. Maybe if Gaiman were to craft it more - how to put it - vigorously? More vigorously (then), to his own habits and style.
I just hope Byrne doesn't come round in a few years and try to correct it. |
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