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Writer:
Joe Pokaski
Artist:
Tyler Kirkham
Letterer:
Rus Wooton
So, it's finally here. Jeph Loeb and his Heroes pals jumping on the Ultimate line of books and, really, Ultimately fucking them over big-time. The is the first tie-in to Ultimatum, and it truly is a tie-in of the Merry Marvel Style; That is, add a tangential connection, reveal nothing, and generally make this book a waste of paper.
I mean, it's better than an actual regular issue of the comic, which, I have to say, even a rock would be, but it's formulaic as all hell.
This is how Joe Pokaski wrote this issue.
1. Read the first two or three arcs of the comic.
2. Draw ideas from them.
3. Read Ultimatum #1.
4. Have a romp in the Empath Magic Treehouse
5. Drink heavily.
6. Sleep.
7. Carefully neglect to include anything of importance to Ultimatum #1.
So Sue is uninrevisible and comatose, and Ben is a football player, and the Mole Doctor is still a creepy shit. That's what we learned. Isn't that charming? It's riddled with random and pointless flashbacks that do nothing to advance the story except remind us that Ben Grimm is a football player, and tie a scene in the past in with a scene in the present.
There's a page to synchronize the line, "Those two, best friends, how did you think that happened?", and about three to say that, SURPRISE!, Ben Grimm plays football and thus can tackle a lava man or something.
Also, Tyler Kirkham can't draw children. I can only assume he lives a shut-in and acerbic life, raised by a faceless horde of anonymous servants, and was never let out of his strange and quiet house to play with any of the other adults-in-training. He probably studied accounting, or maybe wrote treatises on the fractal patterns in the gathering of dust on ancient accordions. Either way, the man ain't seen no kid before.
So, to recap: The art is bad in spots, there is no story, and most of the book is simply a waste of paper. This could have been told in a quarter of this story, easily. Congratulations, Loeb, you've done it. I'm dropping the Ultimate line for at least the duration of Ultimatum. Considering this is what drew me back into comics and I've read it in its entirety... Just feel proud when you're sitting in that treehouse, y'know?
What's next from you, by the way? "Fallen Sun: What Happens At Night Time, Also, Cancer! (My Son Died Three And A Half Years Ago Edition)"? Just, please, you talentless hack, stop writing. Now. That's an order. I'll even throw in this little toy thing I found in my cereal box. It'll go nicely in your treehouse. No, I don't want to shake hands! Everything you touch turns to crap, and there's no toilet in sight! I flee, in terror, to the nearest game of lava men football.
This Loebotomy of a comic gets a One out of Five. 
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