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G’s MEN.

I think that’s the proper way to describe Grant Morrison’s NEW X-MEN.
It’s the old back to basics approach. Let’s see if Grant pulls it off.

Grant has cut down his team to just five people. Cyclops, Jean Grey, and the Beast—all from the original X-Men. Wolverine, the most popular X-Men. And Emma Frost aka the White Queen aka your telepathic S&M bitch. And of course, Prof. X.

So, in Grant’s first issue, he re-introduces the problem between humans and mutants and the human solution to the mutant problem, the Sentinels.


Something new, something old

We meet the main villains of this three-part play, Mr. Trask, a dentist who is related to Bolivar Trask, the man who invented the Sentinels. He is recruited by a the mysterious Ms. Nova, who looks like a female Prof. X, and seems to have the power to match the old professor.

Once again, Grant comes in and introduces some funky concepts. The “astral lounge” was such a cool way of briefing the team. Instead of just seeing the professor’s giant head floating in the air, the team seemed like they were just having a casual talk.

The new “non-costumes” are also okay. It’s like a re-vamp of the original black and yellow costume during the Jack Kirby days. Some people are thrown off by the big yellow “X”, but I think it works. It’s the type of outfit that one can easily see in the clubs these days. And as Wolverine said, at least they now walk in broad daylight without feeling like a fool.

It’s off to a good start. So, try and grab a copy now. I think Comic Quest got extra copies. I’m sure Filbars would have ordered more than the usual number of copies, so try and check it out.

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