poetry in comic reviewing

Lovely poetic review of the Uncanny X-Men #439 up at X-Axis. I am a sad, sad fangirl because I do buy some X-Men titles every month. I have some sort of sick nostalgic connection to the X-Men, they were one of the first comics I really enjoyed. But the plots are usually so soap operaesque, you could base a drinking game off all the issues where someone says “Oh Scott!” “Oh Jean!” “Oh Scott!” “Oh Jean!” just as you can in Fushigi Yugi (“Miaka!” “Tamahome!” “Miaka!” “Tamahome!”) although manga has an advantage because even though a series can stretch out for multiple volumes, two seasons of a tv show, OAVs, and novelizations, eventually it ends and they stop producing the book. Not so with X-men or Spiderman, where now you could buy 5-6 titles of each series a month if you were so inclined.

I tend to buy X-Men titles mostly for the authors. So I’m buying the Grant Morrison run because any storyline that features a dystopic future where all the X-Men are dead except for Wolverine and the Beast and the Beast breeds weird Nightcrawler clones and hatches the phoenix out of an egg is a little different than the typical X-men story I have come to expect.
And X-Statix, because I like the Allred and Milligan combo, despite the “She’s Princess Di! Wait, no she isn’t!” storyline they had to redo recently. And I think there is something in fluoride that makes me buy most of what Brian Bendis writes, so I read Ultimate X-men too. I really have no excuse.

I think there is also something in fluoride that makes me interested in Joss Whedon’s upcoming version of X-men too. Really I have no control. Damn you fluoride!