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Ultimate Comics: Spider-Man vol 2 s/c

Ultimate Comics: Spider-Man vol 2 s/c back

Brian Michael Bendis & Chris Samnee, Sara Pichelli


Page 45 Review by Stephen

Text and pretext:

“Uncle Aaron: hey, little man.
Uncle Aaron: ready to meet?
Sir Miles: No.
Uncle Aaron: I’ll make a deal with you. You take care of one thing for me and I’ll leave you along forever. 1 thing.
Uncle Aaron: meet me on the roof of hotel le bleu.
one hour.”

Miles Morales was bitten by a genetically altered spider which stowed away in a bag of contraband nicked from Norman Osborn’s laboratories by dear Uncle Aaron. Said Uncle Aaron has already discovered what effect that’s had on Miles. Said Uncle Aaron isn’t stupid. He has instinct for body language that rivals artist Sara Pichelli’s and so worked out the young man behind the mask. He is, however, a tad mad and dangerous to know. Also: in deep doo-doo and determined to get Miles to fight his new fight for him. Also, also: as devious as hell. Will Miles succumb?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’ve loved almost every second of Brian Michael Bendis’ ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN starring young Peter Parker – with a single writer of unusual wit and good will at the helm, it’s been a singularly spectacular and consistent ride. But this might even be better, with so much potential, and although I adore Sara Pichelli to an almost unhealthy degree, when you do see the join as the other artists join in you’ll love them too: magnificent, all three.

Don’t think you’ve seen the last of Aunt May, either, but you’ll just have to wait until volume three. In the meantime Uncle Aaron is so well played – as a confident, cheeky spiv – and knows precisely which buttons to press to push Miles away from confiding what he so desperately should to those who might help, so that his mom and dad have no idea why he’s so downcast and lost in thought at the dinner table. Exceptional, subtle gesticulations between his parents during the deafening silence before Ma Morales breaks it thus with a gentle hand on the young boy’s wrist:

“Hey... I love you.”
“Love you too, mom.”

He smiles, relieved at the connection but the shadow falls back again almost at once.

“Congratulations,” says his dad. “It’s a teenager.”