I reviewed the first issue of X-MEN: TRUE FRIENDS on 18 July,
and the second issue on 12 September. Now here comes the third
issue. The pace has suffered a bit.
I gave the preceding issues fairly favourable reviews, albeit
suffused by a warm pink glow of nostalgia. This is, after all,
the sort of stuff that got me into comics in the first place.
It's always nice to be reminded of the sort of things Chris
Claremont was doing in the 1980s. Somehow, I'm feeling a bit
more uncertain about this issue.
Things get off to a pretty decent start with Rachel and the
Shadow King (who I'm relieved to see isn't being shoved in as
some kind of cause for the rise of Nazism, but instead is used
here as a camp follower; a more interesting approach to his
character). It's the battle on the astral plane routine, of
course, but solidly done. And the reference to Sienkiewicz's
classic New Mutants splash page of Xavier being blasted backwards
in his wheelchair goes down nicely.
The stuff with Shadowcat trying to get in touch with her Polish
relatives to warn them about World War II is also a good idea,
at least at first. I think Claremont pushes the thing a bit too
far by having Shadowcat announce her intention to go off and
murder the Nazi high command, though. It's not so much the
scale of the endeavour - it's certainly possible she could do it.
It's the fact that it's the old "Would you kill Hitler if you had
the chance?" dilemma, and it's been done.
Matters aren't helped here by Destiny's conversation with
Wolverine about whether they should intervene. Although it's a
nice idea that Destiny is looking out for the obviously and
undeniably bad timelines and doing her best to quietly avert them
before they come along, and that World War II didn't become so
obvious until it was too late for her to stop it, the bit about
why they shouldn't stop Shadowcat is poorly thought out. Having
put in the moral dilemma, it at least needs to be addressed. But
what we get here is a load of meaningless platitudes masquerading
as a message.
Brilliant example: "We all of us have learned to kill, Logan, but
more importantly, we have learned not to kill. And to know the
difference." Oh, come ON. Kitty must learn the difference
between killing and not killing? What's that supposed to mean?
I'm not at all convinced Claremont knows either, especially as
this plot thread doesn't go anywhere - Shadowcat gets returned
to the present before it gets the chance.
Now then. If you've read the book, and you come from Britain,
you can probably guess what's coming next.
The Queen.
Pretty much everybody had worked out that Lillibet is meant to
be the young Elizabeth II, and so far, no problem. Seemed a bit
pointless, since she was just being used in a generic plucky
youngster role, but there you go. This issue, however, takes a
brave step forward and plummets headlong into the Chasm Of The
Fucking Stupid.
Allow me to explain this clearly. The idea of the Queen as
repository of some magical force of Scotland, as channelled
through the Stone of Scone and what's presumably meant to be the
Scottish Crown Jewels, transformed into some noble and heroic
mystical hero... Dear god, this is crap. I mean, the Queen's a
lovely old dear, done her job well, nothing against her. But I
can't buy into this at all. It's silly. And it's so obviously
not meant to be, which is why it's so cringe-inducing.
For one thing, the Queen is of mainly German descent. For
another, I simply cannot take seriously the idea that anybody
other than the true heir to the throne of Scotland would die on
attempting to use the Stone of Scone. For god's sake, it's been
stolen by students in the past. Perhaps one of them dropped it
on his foot, but it's not quite the same thing. It's just a
bloody rock. For a third, this whole ancient-Scottish-magic
stuff irks me since it's another example of Claremont's apparent
insistence on portraying Scotland as a nation of noble savages.
And this is before I even get onto the nonsensical decision to
have the closing sequence (which has two pages the wrong way
round, incidentally - good to see all those months were put to
good use in proofreading) at the opening of the Scottish
Parliament. This story has to take place at the very latest
around about Excalibur #40. The Scottish Parliament opened
in the spring. That's far, far too recent an event for a story
set so far back. It's jarring.
Sorry. I did want to like it, but this time round the nostalgia
is outweighed by the sheer crushing stupidity of large chunks of
the plot.