Justin Ponsor gets a hand from Sotocolor this month. We begin with the President being evacuated from the White House in the night because… well, something is happening.
I mean, I don’t know what, but I’d probably have a better guess if a real artist drew it. A 2-page spread shows us it’s all over DC. It feels like filler.
Land never bothers to try to match a woman’s facial expression to a scene. Presumably he has more pictures of men looking tough and mean than he does women. Boy, the colorists aren’t helping with this goo or whatever. The textures in there are really working against the line “art.” Over some imagery of the Squadron Supreme fighting some muck, we learn this is happening all over the world, and the goo is changing the environment as it moves, either to suit itself or just as a contamination.
Again, the colors aren’t helping, drastically changing the President’s shirt so that you might think it’s a different person. Then again, maybe the colorists did think it’s a different person, Land isn’t giving them anything and they have deadlines.
That hero shot of Hyperion is definitely stolen from another artist. I can almost see the original in my mind. Hyperion dives into some goo, finds Reed’s probe, and tells the powers that be to get him Nighthawk (Batman) and Dr. Spectrum (Green Lantern). Soon they’re examining the orb when it says hello.
I’m not even gonna comment, at this point.
That takes us to a 3-page splash of various characters posing, flexing, making random inappropriate facial expressions and importantly, not actually fighting at all, even tho they’re supposed to be. Classic Bendis flashback, although no one’s ever rendered one so poorly.
As Hyperion smashes through the force field, Reed admits what happened to everyone and says he has to go with them. As a theoretically anguished Sue breaks down, Reed goes through a big rainbow with the Squadron and vanishes.
The recycling is actually worse than the tracing.
And with that dud of a last page, Bendis is off the hook! He can go back to Ultimate Spider-Man and leave others to watch Greg Land mutilate their scripts. Me, I’m not so lucky…