The Good
After last issue’s explosive tone, we once again slow it way, way down to let these characters breathe. Unfortunately the breaths may be short and somewhat panicked as last issue also ended with another imminent incursion, and this time no one in the Illuminati can bring themselves to pull the trigger again, dooming another world. This issue gives us a look at how each member of the group decides to spend their last hours on Earth and, interestingly, none of them decide to share what they know with either loved ones or the public. Beast even pontificates on whether or not that’s the most, or least, moral way about it but whatever choices they make, Jonathan Hickman gives each and every one their own unique situation and voice (yes, even that guy). This is the polar opposite of last issue, or really the last couple of issues, giving us unfettered access of these men at their absolute most vulnerable and, though their methods of grieving may differ, we get some truly great characterizations out of it. There’s nothing all that shocking, though plenty of heartache and regret, and though nothing changes for any of them, nor do we learn anything new in particular, but each of them is so well realized and so well characterized that Hickman manages to make simply watching them go through their last eight hours compelling and interesting. And then the last three pages pull the rug RIGHT out from under us.
Kev Walker returns from an incredible debut and continues to make this book as beautiful as it is tragic. Based on his previous work, this is the kind of issue I think he's uniquely qualified for and he confirms it by giving us a wonderful array agonized faces making some of the hardest, most profoundly painful decisions of their lives. There’s a panel in which Hank McCoy, while trying to get perspective from his younger self, gives an expression that I can only describe as “puppy-dog eyes” and it actually makes you feel sorry for him, despite his array of horrible decisions of late. This is a dark, dim, dour book and Frank Martin’s colors are deliver that tone with pure perfection. Not every panel is actually dark, but the color choices make even the brightness ring hollow with everything that’s going on in each panel.
The Bad
I would have preferred this be an over-sized, or annual, issue as each member of the Illuminati is afforded 1-3 pages and, while it creates a great economy of pace, it also makes certain moments feel rushed. Even the people who got three pages feel like they’re sprinting through them and, of course, there’s an internal time limit, but it feels like there could have been pages that overlap more, in terms of the time frame we’re dealing with.
The Verdict
I reserve the term "jaw-dropping" for times when a moment was so shocking, my jaw actually drops. So believe me when I tell you: the last three pages of this issue left me cleaning dust out of my beard. What this issue gives us is an intimate look at these geniuses and titans of their world at their most introspective and scared. What it sets up is a storyline that will dwarf even this one.
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