Dear Mark Millar:
I know I've had my differences with you. I thought Wanted was excessive without redemption and Chosen had the most telegraphed ending since The Night That Abraham Lincoln Was Watching A Play And Got Shot By Johns Wilkes Booth. I believe that your Ultimate Fantastic Four flails around and is rendered lifeless by the artist, a man whose work I despise.
However, we've always had The Ultimates, a mean little title that exemplifies some of the worst traits involving superheroes ever. I've enjoyed it quite a lot and Bryan Hitch really does a slam-bang job with each issue. This latest one, with characters rising above impossible odds and providing the reader with several great Bruckheimer moments? Near-perfect, mostly due to this:

One thing, though: couldn't she have been a Nazi made out of bees? Seriously. I don't want to sound like Captain Yesterday here, but a Nazi made from bees is the third-best idea in comics after "Sole survivor from a doomed planet" and "Gorilla with a jetpack."
Still, well played, sir.
Well played, indeed.
Regards,
Kevin.
I know I've had my differences with you. I thought Wanted was excessive without redemption and Chosen had the most telegraphed ending since The Night That Abraham Lincoln Was Watching A Play And Got Shot By Johns Wilkes Booth. I believe that your Ultimate Fantastic Four flails around and is rendered lifeless by the artist, a man whose work I despise.
However, we've always had The Ultimates, a mean little title that exemplifies some of the worst traits involving superheroes ever. I've enjoyed it quite a lot and Bryan Hitch really does a slam-bang job with each issue. This latest one, with characters rising above impossible odds and providing the reader with several great Bruckheimer moments? Near-perfect, mostly due to this:

Still, well played, sir.
Well played, indeed.
Regards,
Kevin.



