A new X-Men title should be an event, but it seems little but the details have changed in the world of the mutants. And because the end of Secret Wars has been delayed, we’re not even allowed to be privy to those details.
The Secret Wars are over, the Terrigen Mists are sterilising mutants, Cyclops has done something terrible, everybody hates muties… considering this is meant to be All New, All Different Marvel, it’s surprising how Same Old, Same Old it feels.
Storm has organised something called X-Haven, which seems to be the old school but in a pocket dimension. Magick is rescuing young mutants from baying crowds. Colossus is trying to be a farmer for the zillionth time. Beast is off researching a cure for the mists business. Nightcrawler is spouting Biblical verse yet again. And Cyclops?
Humberto Ramos isn’t my favourite penciller. If Lemire – who I don’t doubt will eventually find a way to sneak something interesting into the series – weren’t on this book I’d not have bothered with it. As it is, this is better than average Ramos, with the anatomy not so skewed as is often the case. And he – together with inker Victor Olazaba and colourist Edgar Delgado – has Peter Rasputin looking great facially… It’s a shame the metalled-up version is just hideous, a misshapen slug of a man.
And do Ororo and Illyana have to be dressed like this in these days of supposedly non-sexualised Marvel costuming? No, they don’t – so why are they?
You know what an extraordinary X-Men book would be? One in which it’s not all doom and gloom, one in which the heroes get to play baseball like in the old days, fight villains whose every other word isn’t ‘mutant’. We’ve had decades of persecution as the dominant – actually, only – theme of X-Men comics, and while it obviously resonated, there has to be room for one book to do something new. This isn’t it. This is the Terribly Ordinary X-Men.