I remember at the end of Jonathan Hickman’s loud mess that was Secret Wars, Reed Richards and his weeny son Franklin going off to remake the Marvel Universe, or something ridiculous like that, and apparently they’re still doing that but Ben and Johnny think they’re dead or gone forever or something dumb?
Anyway, this book is the two halves of the Fantastic Four predictably reuniting (because Disney now owns Fox so that petty feud is over, they own the film rights to the characters again so they can be in MCU movies). They fight a rubbish done-in-one villain and that’s it - this is still one of the worst, incomprehensibly longest-running titles in comics.
I hated Dan Slott’s lazy writing on this from page one. It’s so unbelievably sappy, I’m amazed some of this stuff got published - the whole book’s full of eye-rolling lines like this: “We are adventurers. And we’re on the greatest adventure of all: being part of a family.” Fuck. You.
Ben proposes to Alicia, Johnny’s acting like a lil bitch and everyone’s saying “meaningful” (read: corny AF) things to each other. The villain is just horribly conceived - everything about this character is staggeringly unimaginative. She’s Entropy, aka the heat death of the universe, personified in the form of a female version of The Maker with creatures from Half-Life at her side. Entropy is a real thing but it’s not a person - Slott makes her a person because the superheroes have to punch something. Awful - unoriginal, brainless crap.
Also restored to the mundane status quo is Doom and the book closes out on a story that would’ve been cheesy to see in a Scooby-Doo cartoon.
Dull story, even duller characters, and wholly uninspired from tedious start to even more tedious finish, the annoyingly puntacular Fantastic Four, Volume 1: Fourever is complete trash. This is such a lame series. It’s a bad soap opera with superpowers - these idiots remain the fantastic bores.
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