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Psylocke makes her triumphant return from
the dead in Uncanny X-Men #455, no doubt to the
surprise of all those people who didn't even know she was dead
because it happened in X-Treme X-Men.
In all fairness, supposedly Chris Claremont
killed Psylocke off with a specific storyline in mind, only to
have the rebirth vetoed once she was already dead. That
provides a much better justification than normal for bringing
her back. The downside is... well, it's Psylocke, and
her history is hideously convoluted already. I have a
sinking feeling that it's about to get even worse.
Then again, perhaps Claremont is simply
planning a good solid whack of the reset button, which might
not be such a bad idea. He seems to have got rid of the
Crimson Dawn stuff, for example - that face tattoo is gone.
On the other hand, she's still Asian, and given that her body
was apparently autopsied - something that's hammered here -
that presumably means we're on to yet a third body.
I'm in two minds about this story. In
the short term, it works pretty well. There's a nicely
constructed mystery about how Psylocke returned from the dead,
and for that matter whether it's really her. So far as
it goes, that's fine. In the long run, though, I've got
to wonder whether an already-convoluted character is about to
become even more cumbersome.
Meanwhile, Claremont continues to integrate
X-23 into his supporting cast. And he's got some
promising ideas for her; he seems to be playing her as a sort
of damaged-goods version of Wolverine. She mirrors bits
of his character, but it comes across nicely, as somebody who
shares some of his inclinations and is understandably curious
about this suspiciously similar guy downstairs, rather than as
an outright copy of his personality. She's finally
starting to feel like a proper character.
Alan Davis returns on art for this arc,
which is always worth a couple of extra points right there.
The first three pages have a lovely, off-kilter layout.
(Shame about Psylocke's costume, which I never liked, but then
I guess we're rid of it now.) Davis is the sort of
artist who can sell virtually anything, and with this being
one of Claremont's better recent scripts, the results are
pretty good.
Rating: A-
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