crookedtreehouse's review
2.0
Working in comic book stores for the last *mumbles number quietly* years, I've discovered that there are many comnic fans who just want to read the same familiar and unchallenging stories that feature the same familiar characters having the same adventures in the same places they did thirty, fourty, fifty years ago. If there weren't fans like this, DC would have gone out of business in the early to mid nineties, and the comics landscape would be a less misogynist and racist place.
But if you're a Marvel X-Men fan, and you want the same tired stories from the late seventies and early eighties, then this "New Age" Uncanny X-Men run is tailor made for you.
For other fans, this is a boring rehash of old stories where the slight changes are that Jean Grey has been switched out for Rachel Summers, and Bishop is there, as sort of a stand-in for Captain Britain on Claremont/Davis's Excalibur run from the 1980s. The Edgar Rice Burroughsesque Savage Land is uninteresting to most fans who were under sixty when this book came out. And Mojo and the X-Babies are an idea that most writers will throw in for one issue to break up dire and monumental storylines, but wouldn't dream of extending into an even two-issues-story. It's like writing a Max Headroom story, or making a joke about New Coke, its shelf life long ago expired.
Alan Davis's and Tom Raney's art are both great but not enough to elevate this uninspired and uninspiring set of stories.
While I'm glad Psylocke came back, her return was just as boring and out of left field as her death was in X-Treme X-Men. Best to pretend this whole era of Claremont books never happened.
But if you're a Marvel X-Men fan, and you want the same tired stories from the late seventies and early eighties, then this "New Age" Uncanny X-Men run is tailor made for you.
For other fans, this is a boring rehash of old stories where the slight changes are that Jean Grey has been switched out for Rachel Summers, and Bishop is there, as sort of a stand-in for Captain Britain on Claremont/Davis's Excalibur run from the 1980s. The Edgar Rice Burroughsesque Savage Land is uninteresting to most fans who were under sixty when this book came out. And Mojo and the X-Babies are an idea that most writers will throw in for one issue to break up dire and monumental storylines, but wouldn't dream of extending into an even two-issues-story. It's like writing a Max Headroom story, or making a joke about New Coke, its shelf life long ago expired.
Alan Davis's and Tom Raney's art are both great but not enough to elevate this uninspired and uninspiring set of stories.
While I'm glad Psylocke came back, her return was just as boring and out of left field as her death was in X-Treme X-Men. Best to pretend this whole era of Claremont books never happened.
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