Showing posts with label Sean Chen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sean Chen. Show all posts

Thursday, May 5, 2011

prom here to eternity

Avengers Academy #13, where we have the Red Skull dancing with another long-lost daughter!

kidding aside, this is a sweet issue, as the new Avenger kids have their first prom, and chaperoned by Hank Pym and Tigra. how time flies! wasn't it just long ago that Hank was boinking Tigra? wait, that was Skrull-Hank. i mean, wasn't it long ago that young Tigra was hanging out in the WCA? actually that had no bearing whatsoever. other comments:

  • Speedball. DJ. "Take My Breath Away". awesome. (double awesome for Young MC. i hope it was "Bust A Move".)
  • the gym where the prom was held was probably a self-repairing one, because with at least three altercations occurring during the dance, the punch bowl seems to refill itself.
  • this is the only time Mettle (why did they design him to look like Johann Schmidt? why??) can boast of breaking Iron Man.
  • Justice - Firestar = me sad. me love Kurt Busiek Avengers run.
  • in a team, there should be a maximum of ONE character with "BALL" in his codename. Hardball and Speedball, duke it out in the corner. 
  • there should be more interaction between Marvel characters ("Marvel Team Up", anyone?). example, Striker and Hellion could meet up and out-jackass each other.
  • did they design adult Reptil to look like Humberto Ramos? because uh, his name is Humberto? (i love me some Humberto Ramos!)
  • Katy Perry+prom = "Firework". what, no "Peacock"?? aw, c'mon!
  • finally, Real Hank + Tigra = sexytimes.
  • apropos to above, Jocasta may have something to say about that. and that word may be "Ultron".
story A-
art B+

Thursday, August 5, 2010

forty idiots and a funeral

drive-by readings

Shadowland: Bullseye #1 (Marvel)
"Bullseye: Dead On Arrival"
John Layman
Sean Chen
Sandu Florea
Guru eFX
Joe Caramagna
John Christopher Tyler (cover)

what we learned: Bullseye is dead. for now. some writer still has to figure out how to bring him back. actually, his death should resonate a lot more, being a pivotal figure in the Daredevil mythos, but i don't seem to feel the shock waves as a reader. maybe its because death has no meaning anymore in comicbookland.
oh shit moment: did Matt Murdock crack a hint of an honest smile? in his dark duds? when he found Ben Urich's bread crumbs? and while he's thinking of ways to control Hell's Kitchen all the more?
what's next: a one-shot with Shroud doing his Pig Pen thing ... just panels and panels of him walking around Manhattan with that dark dust billowing on his feet.


i hate crazy people, because they have a goddamn excuse.

Friday, November 20, 2009

snaps: Mighty Avengers #31

... where a good ol' time is had by all Avengers, Young and Mighty.

1) yep, its the founding Avenger whose also-founding-Avenger wife you boinked. YOU'RE in trouble now.


2) is that your way of atoning? hitting on the guy? (whoooops, did i say "hit"? sorry, Hank.)


3) how does he know? well, well, well ... let's just say it involves carnal knowledge.


4) Ban Luck is Good Luck for USAgent, Ugly American.


5) i'm a driver, not a fighter. wait, i do both!


6) whoa, whoa ... wasn't that Green Arrow and the Ray Palmer Atom?!?


7) well, next time you can call yourselves the "Masters of the Evil Brotherhood". sounds like a Broadway show.


8) for the fastest guy in the room, he's sure sloooooooow on the uptake. how many times he's pulled this kind of shit already?