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So, the very soon to be released twenty-fifth issue is the culmination, and the half-year later twenty-six is coda, right? Any possibility to twenty-six being a mega-reveal that recontextualizes the series, or has this been rolling along for enough time to gather it's own nostalgia,already, and we need a catch-up-with-the-cast oneshot?
I'd really forgotten how quickly even the early issues zipped by, but somehow I think either the last two issues have been way too subtle in their extrapolations of genre for me, I'm absolutely missing something, or they really aren't as pure, as say, the fifties monster movie issue, which was witty and chilling and kinda sad and cute, while functioning as an autopsy of the tropes, habits, and underlying psychology of the genre.
Will it all make sense, or will issue twenty-five be the Burroughs/Acker/Delany examination, filled with cut/ups and infotainment dumps and a grim, dry, oddity at the edge?
This is the work that's going to basically end Warren Ellis' habitual Modernism tactics, isn't it? How can this end without getting even a wee bit meta? How can the cosmogony of the snowflake/flower not culminate it's already tentatively, precariously metatextual strains, into a complete decimation of the narrative hologram?
How annoying will it be if Ambrose isn't saved? This is a longform project beyond its time, with folks hanging on for dear life, and were I Ellis, I don't know that I couldn't resist just mass-slaughter and finheaded grimrapery followed by the end of 'The Prisoner' starring a superdeformed cast worshipping BARBELiTH and love Love LOVE!
How can I criticize 'Infinite Crisis' and buy/support this series? Wait, even "The Torture of William Leather' had something to say, and contained itself, unlike the magickal return of Barry, which doesn't seem to be an examination or conversation about anything other than how Barry Allen can only be cool for six panels at a time.
Will the last issue of Planetary be better if it's just a literary analysis in prose, with spot illustrations, and Laura Martin dobbing brilliant colors over the whole page, in some sort of 'Promethea' tribute, but without actually making the colors form any representational pictures? |
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