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Is it just me or is Hitch's pencils sort of rushed-looking?
Not to say that, matthew.
Unless you want to drive the poor man back into the dark place from which, by some accounts, he's only recently emerged, after the end of 'The Ultimates' volume 2.
Well, maybe you do. But there's a human being on the receiving end somewhere, if he's up late, and morbidly Googling himself.
Even if Bryan Hitch is an early riser, the above comments seem likely to sour a morning stroll with the labrador, the charming wife, and the handsome kids. You wouldn't want him, seething, to turn on them, would you?
Or again, maybe you would.
Anyway, Mark! Millar! seems to be trying to do 'Joycore' comics here, and I don't know if it suits him. The black ooze in what passes for hs soul is presumably being catered for in 'Kick-Ass'; why would he bother with anything else?
This issue of 'The Fantastic Four' reads like the work of a man who is trying to convince his wife and children that he is not a dangerous lunatic. I do applaud him for that, as would the police and social services, but still, is it all that all that as far as the narrative goes? Has Mark run out of steam?
('A buster' incidentally, is the worst thing a player can be called in 'Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas'. It's harsher than being described as a Melon Farmer.) |
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