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Ugh. The problem isn't Patience, it's Millar. There's this weird tell on creators who try to be woke but fundamentally don't get it. Patience's “service” of comedic kiling of brown people, her MAGA like beliefs in her country passing her by and her thinknig about her skill set don't come across so much as the origin of a black single-mother as a superhero. Rather, this whole book instead comes across as white guy trying to convey the idea of a black single-mother as a superhero, and failing.

Not nearly as good as the first half of the story. It runs of out of steam shortly after the big revelation of the title.

James Bond is a lot like a superhero. He's become such a caricature of himself that it's almost impossible to do anything fun with Bond himself. That's why a “The Boys” style parody works so well.

Ennis and Braun are fairly audacious and it works. But note, this isn't The Watchmen of Bond. It's more like the Team America World Police treatment.

The Continental of... El Paso .
Ugh.

What's cool isn't just that Soule is able to give an expansive EU feel to the conclusion of his series, but that's he's also able to definitively end it. When we leave Vader by the end of this book, his descent into both despair and rebirth in the dark side is so dramatic that you understand how completely Anakin Skywalker has been broken and lost.

It's not what you think. A brilliant concept, fantastic art and a very smart and funny read throughout.

Meh.

Not the sort of book that I expected. I was hoping for something more into the details of the x & o's but this book feels more like a collection of in-season articles. It's too bad, a steady unfolding of the season would be a profoundly interesting narrative compared to a collection of hagiography.

The original series and “The Web” are still quite stellar. The rest of the books are a bit uneven or goofy (“Eternal”). Still, it's nice to see some 90s era panels hold up quite well.

Next time someone wonders what comics offer besides superheroes, give them this book.

What's outstanding about Ennis is the way he's able to take some of the best aspects of police procedurals (i.e. Law & Order) and turn everything up a notch without copping out. Little touches like a rich kid crapping herself are delightful extra touches.

This book is beginning to find it's groove. The bits of lore and backstory on armour are the sort of world-building that was much needed until now.

Not essential but helps to round out the showdown in Vegas.

Predictable, but not in a bad way. Feels like what you'd get with The Prisoner wrapped up in a Punisher shell.

A great end (even if the series keeps going on).

I think the series peaked at “Cobra Commander.”

I appreciate the humour and to a degree the sheer wackiness of the setting. At some point though, it starts to wear at you that there's really not enough substance to carry you through the dick jokes.

This is really good! I don't think I've ever enjoyed a team superhero book since the heydays of the X-men. This is so much better than that. Valiant is trying to accomplish a lot more than another Marvel/DC retread and succeeding.

I didn't have any intention of reading this given my preconception of Bloodshot as another Punisher/Wolverine clone. I was wrong, the story isn't by the numbers and the exposition on what's really going on is more cinematic than plodding.

My only complaint is the colours. I just have such a poor reaction to a style that eschews inking for gradient skin tones. It just looks... off. I can't quite put my finger to it, but there's something to be said for old-school inks and colours conveying more dynamism than the uncanny valley of heavily saturated panels.

There's a lot going on here. At times an homage to X-men, Animal Man and Farscape, Dysart mixes it up in a delightful way to keep the characters fresh and the plot moving along. Animalia and Samurai Sue are just pure genius.
A lot of creative teams would take on something as ambitious as head-fake within a head-fake of Perfect Day's central conceit and struggle to bring it to fruition. This was pure genius though and I really hope we see way more of Animalia and more PoC characters in the book going forward.

What makes Harbinger so unique is that Harada is such an interesting figure for everything to revolve around. He's both Prof X. and Magneto in one and a lot more on top of that. What drives this book is as much Harada's combination of empathy and ruthlessness as anything the Renegades do.

It doesnt have to be Shakespeare, but a good premise is spoiled a bit by the rambling pointlessness of most of the marines. The art is good but makes weird choices in terms of the bulkiness of the hunters or Machiko's sudden 7ft physique in armour.

Shockingly good and at all whatnot expected going into this book expecting an X-Men retread. The art is great and the choices made to depict what is essentially telepathic interaction is consistently compelling.

Hockey is great, the NHL though is amazingly dumb. If you've followed the league for any amount of time, you can't help but concur with McIndoe's gentle sarcasm about the decision makers in pro hockey.

What's interesting about the Down Goes Brown style is how McIndoe can be so precisely critical of jaw-dropping stupidity (Gil Stein's helmet rollback!) without wallowing in cynicism.

It's really easy to get turned off hockey due to the atavistic and incompetent nature of the pro culture. Before you give up on the game, read this book again to give you context for how the latest stupidity really isn't that big a deal relative to everything else the NHL has condoned.

Better than I expected, but still not really doing much besides the 90s action movie tropes. :)

I'll be honest, the book is probably not crunchy as I would have liked it. More insight into Carmack and company's technical feats would have been ideal. But the nostalgia factor–I was one of the nerds downloading shareware releases of Wolfenstein 3D and Doom–and Wil Wheaton's excellent narration of the audiobook made this such a compelling book.

As an aside, I can't help but shake the notion that Kushner was extremely kind to both John's. It's not really a case of who's the better person as it seems success destroyed any chance either had for being
satisfied.

What a read. Painter's work about the concept of whiteness as both historical canard and force is just fascinating. It's also hard to read in the sense that it's constantly hitting you with anachronistic arguements for “race science”–it takes a toll. It's just so tiring to experience the same story of contemporary racism play out over and over again. It took me over a year to finish but it's worth it. The origins of even contemporary attitudes towards whiteness are appallingly arbitrary and owe a large burden to the previous “successes” of craniometry.

Painter's patient prose depicts a history of controlling and expanding “whiteness” that's appalling and yet understandable for how effective it was even among the elites. In fact, it's the scientists and men of power that frequently star in the Yakety Sax pursuit of weaponized whiteness.

My only suggestion is that the title of this book could more appropriately termed “The Invention of Whiteness.”