cable #65-76
THE CREATORS: Joe Casey/Joe Pruett (writers), Jose Ladronn/Rob
Liefeld (pencillers), Juan Vlasco/Larry Stucker (inkers)
THE FILL-IN ARTIST COUNT: Three - although that represents half
of Rob Liefeld's run.
WHAT HAPPENED THIS YEAR: The Acidroid story; the Sign of the
End Times three-parter; that one with the chronologists; the
weird one with the nutter in the basement with a time machine;
and the Pruett/Liefeld run which is just an adjunct to the
Twelve crossover.
Not a good year. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
I'm not a particularly big admirer of the Casey and Ladronn run.
I know this is the minority view and loads of you think it's one
of the best things to happen to the X-books in years. You're
all wrong, and I'm going to keep reminding you of it until you
agree with me. It's a run which has all the surface trappings of
good work but when you get right down to it, turns out to be
pretty vacant stuff.
Which isn't to say there wasn't good material in this year. The
three-part Sign of the End Times story managed to create the
sense of epic chaos it was after, and the character work on
Cable's supporting cast was consistently good. But the book has
been let down by plotting that falls apart if you think about it
too closely - the End Times story relies for its dramatic tension
on everybody accepting on faith an unexplained prophecy that if
New York is destroyed by Apocalypse then he will automatically
lose in the long run. And everyone DOES accept this prophecy,
even though it comes from one of Apocalypse's henchmen and makes
no logical sense. This is just lame plotting, and it's the
sort of thing that recurs throughout Casey's run. Issue #69 -
the chronologists' story - is full of it.
Nonetheless, there's been a noticeable drop in quality since
Casey and Ladronn's departure. This isn't entirely the fault of
Joe Pruett and Rob Liefeld. For years this book has been
building towards the big fight with Apocalypse, that being the
reason Cable came back to this time in the first place. Now,
that story has been hijacked by the X-Men titles, leaving this
book flailing around on the margins of what should have been its
story.
Even allowing for this, Rob Liefeld's three issues have been
down to his usual levels of artistic ineptness, and issue #75 was
one of the most pointlessly circular stories written this year,
completely blowing years of build-up on an inconclusive and
badly drawn fight scene. (So far, nobody has admitted to writing
it.) The fill-in issues drawn by Bernard Chang have been rather
better, but the book is still stuck on the outskirts of the plot.
A terrible year, in which the book has gone from being wildly
overrated to being really bad. Sad to watch.