And then there was the time that Jim Shooter reviewed Ultimate Comics: Spider-Man #1:
So what do we have here? A bushel of coincidences that would make Thomas Hardy blush. A series of unlikely events, many related to the movements of spider 42. A pile of people and things introduced or mentioned that are irrelevant to the issue in hand. More items devoid of meaning and questions unanswered in the episode in question than one would ever encounter in any professionally written TV show. Even the worst.
A bunch of Lego blocks—not a very big bunch—spilled out onto a table that, with the addition of many, many more blocks might someday become a cute little choo-choo or something. Not enough blocks here even for the cow catcher, though. It’s going to take a lot more blocks. This thing is the decompression gold medal winner. Three pages to get the kid accepted at a high school by random drawing? Which has precious little bearing on whatever the Hell is going on? Three? Of 21? Really?
Brian Michael Bendis is the writer, so savvy-me knows that there will be more Lego blocks, and that a choo-choo is in the offing. Eventually.
New Reader me couldn’t care less. I quit reading somewhere on page ten.
Harsh but fair? Or the Ghost of Marvel Comics Past fighting against a comics market he doesn’t quite understand? I suspect your answer to that may be today’s Comics Rorschach Test.