Can you tell I'm on a serious comic kick lately?
Another Half Price Books find, I read this 1994 graphic novel after finishing The Death of Captain Marvel. Wow -- what a difference.
Peter, on vacation from the X-Men, heads into American's heartland for a little state fair action -- you know, get an elephant ear and a corndog, see the butter sculptures, fight an group of crazed anti-terrorists turned domestic terrorists ... the usual.
In typical "WE'VE GOT A MESSAGE" fashion, the writing beats the reader about the head and shoulders with its glasnost, "we're really not that different from each other" theme, culminating in a bizarre, "Red Dawn" meets "Night of the Living Dead" siege in a Kansas farmhouse.
Colossus is protecting a family from the generic "we used to be good guys, but now we're batshit crazy" villains, and I kept wondering three things: Why the annoying husband wouldn't just shut the hell up; why no one was punching said annoying husband in the mouth; and why didn't Colossus just march outside and go all ... Colossus on the bad guys.
Yeah, yeah, got to hide the mutant power and all, but you knew he was gonna do it *some time*, and if he had just gotten it over with he'd have saved everyone a lot of trouble.
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