A Polished Turd
This is a very pretty comic book. The cover is iconic, and beautifully minimalist. The interior art, nicely blends homage to an earlier bygone style as well, as a modern cinematic take on the comic book genre. Why then do I give this a low rating? Because, Mr. Joe Quesada has pissed down our collective back and called it rain. He has sold us a bill of goods, bamboozled, cheated, conned, tricked, hoodwinked, and defrauded us all thoroughly. OMIT was billed as a life changing moment in the life of Spider-man as well as much needed closure following the unapologetically haphazard debacle that was the One More/Brand New Day(s). What we received instead is a poor excuse for an ending. And for you longtime Spidey readers, who prayed for some acknowledgement of the JMS run and his powers from The Other, the great God in the Marvel bullpen has turned his back on you. SPOILER, Nothing @#$*ing changes. Peter's "best friend has set him free." Let that crock set in for a moment if you will. The love of your life has essentially told you that your relationship is in nowheresville, and you react with joy and a jaunty web-swing around town. I want you to go and shell out three dollars and ninety-nine cents for this. I really do. Then sit in a comfortable quiet place and read this. Once you've recovered from having your intelligence thoroughly insulted by pseudo-continuity and a thorough disregard for decades of Spider-man mythology, you can bag and board this and put it in a safe place for a rainy day when you need a good laugh.
