Hey there sports fans. This is Ade, and I’ve finally found the time to sit down and review some comics for you guys. I noticed that DC’s getting massive coverage in this here blog (and it shouldn’t be a surprise, really, considering three out of three editors here are big DC fans).

So I’m going to make it a point to review as many Marvel Comics here as humanly possible. And this week, I’m going to review the two Ultimate Comics that came out this week.

You see, these comics are peculiar. The Ultimate line, after that godawful crossover called Ultimatum (the less said about it the better, really), has been rebranded as “Ultimate Comics.” Personally, I find the rebranding a bit weird, but I can’t really put my finger on it.

Anyway, we’re not here to discuss the merits of Marvel’s latest rebranding effort. We’re here to talk about comics!

Ultimate Comics Avengers #1

Before anything else, why is Thor black and bald now? (continue reading…)

… Jeph Loeb writes this majestic piece of dialogue.

It was another normal day at the Marvel Bullpen. Brubaker was ranting yet again about politics while Fraction was intently listening, giving empathic noises while eating a large bowl of chocolate chip cookies. Whedon was, I dunno, slaying sparkly vampires or something. PAD was off looking for another character to turn gay.

Then the door burst open. Quesada waltzed in, with a big grin on his face. “Everyone!” he shouted. “You know that I love to fuck up everybody’s favorite comics. You see, I’ve already raped and pillaged our buying public’s childhood memories, and when everyone thinks I haven’t ruined comics enough for them, I found another way to shit on people!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing. They turned their heads towards the raving Quesada. “So, who wants to write this EVENT! comic? It’ll reboot the Ultimate Universe! And it won’t make any sense at all!”

Suddenly the room fell quiet. Everyone started twiddling their fingers while shifting uncomfortably in their seats. Finally, Bendis spoke up. “I dunno Joe, after I wrote House of M and Secret Invasion, I think I’ve gotten me enough death threats to last me two more years. I have to pass this time.”

Brubaker raised his hand. “Oh no, Ed, you can’t write this.” Quesada said. “I’m hiring you to write the good stuff.” Brubaker silently left the room, and you could actually hear a loud “DAMMIT!” coming from the bathroom. (continue reading…)