A review by captwinghead
Captain America, Volume 2: Castaway In Dimension Z, Book Two by Dean White, Rachelle Rosenberg, Rick Remender, Scott Hanna, Tom Palmer, John Romita Jr., Klaus Jason
3.0
Honestly... this whole volume was just full of why?
I don't understand it except to say - I'm actually glad Marvel probably reined this in a bit because I read Deadly Class and I know how bad it could have gotten.
This is one of the darker Marvel books I've read and that's not a compliment in this case. Hey, why don't you fall in love with this kid and then watch the love of Steve's life shoot him in the throat? It doesn't matter that the kid comes back, Steve still saw that happen. He watched his girlfriend shoot his son in the throat. That's fucking horrible.
Then theres the sexualization of Jet (Jet Black, isn't that just the worst name?). The age difference between her an Ian didn't seem that big but then, 11 years later, she's basically drawn for fap material and Ian's this cute little boy. Again, it's clear men were in charge of this book. It's a shame because I look at how Nebula isn't sexualized at all in the Guardians films and this is essentially the same kind of character: a brainwashed daughter of a murderous villain that learns to be good. We didn't need her showering, her outfit that didn't protect any part of her body, or her wanting to fuck Captain America. None of that shit was necessary.
One of the worst things was having Captain America say his abusive, alcoholic father was a good man. Like, what a way to say "fuck you" to Sarah Rogers. Why? Just.... why? I don't give a shit if he donated a ton of money to an orphanage and save a box of puppies from a burning building: he put his hands on his wife and beat the hell out of her, he's a piece of shit. End of story.
Overall, this... just didn't have any the good points I liked in the first volume, aside from Steve loving his son. Everything else just reminded me why I sometimes hate reading books by male writers. Good god.
I don't understand it except to say - I'm actually glad Marvel probably reined this in a bit because I read Deadly Class and I know how bad it could have gotten.
This is one of the darker Marvel books I've read and that's not a compliment in this case. Hey, why don't you fall in love with this kid and then watch the love of Steve's life shoot him in the throat? It doesn't matter that the kid comes back, Steve still saw that happen. He watched his girlfriend shoot his son in the throat. That's fucking horrible.
Then theres the sexualization of Jet (Jet Black, isn't that just the worst name?). The age difference between her an Ian didn't seem that big but then, 11 years later, she's basically drawn for fap material and Ian's this cute little boy. Again, it's clear men were in charge of this book. It's a shame because I look at how Nebula isn't sexualized at all in the Guardians films and this is essentially the same kind of character: a brainwashed daughter of a murderous villain that learns to be good. We didn't need her showering, her outfit that didn't protect any part of her body, or her wanting to fuck Captain America. None of that shit was necessary.
One of the worst things was having Captain America say his abusive, alcoholic father was a good man. Like, what a way to say "fuck you" to Sarah Rogers. Why? Just.... why? I don't give a shit if he donated a ton of money to an orphanage and save a box of puppies from a burning building: he put his hands on his wife and beat the hell out of her, he's a piece of shit. End of story.
Overall, this... just didn't have any the good points I liked in the first volume, aside from Steve loving his son. Everything else just reminded me why I sometimes hate reading books by male writers. Good god.