This book tries to achieve a Watchmen-like transcendence of the superhero as a device and reveal that we all pull the strings and Marvel knows that, and comic-writing is thus less about writing comics as art, than it is about pleasing the comic-buying demographic. It also tries to show that Marvel has a sense of humor and can admit its shortcomings (e.g. the quip about Wolverine's power being his popularity), but it fails on all levels due to its lack of focus. It's not a good slasher, because many of the fights occur off page, and it's not a good psycho-drama, because Deadpool isn't really Deadpool, rather he's been "modified". I blame Bendis for much of the commercialization of Marvel, and as much as I love Deadpool and think he's one of the few newer original characters that consistently surprise and "go places" others can't, I just can't get into this book at all. Maybe it's just over my head though, and every stupid and unrealistic kill is somehow symbolic of how Superhero v. Superhero fights themselves are stupid and unrealistic? In a word, this comic is frustrating.