“Great art, and the premise is cool until we get about halfway through and it turns into a bunch of nonsense about aliens and shit. Although the surprise in what they’re fighting over is pretty cool.
I always liked The Thing. He’s ugly as hell, scary looking, and a nice guy. Somehow the Fantastic Four rolled the dice, Johnny Storm was good-looking and got flame powers that didn’t burn his face off. Sue Storm got powers that didn’t affect her appearance, and in fact she could use to enhance. Couldn’t she just disappear those “problem areas” whenever she wanted? I’m putting forth the theory that she’s got a more normal body, but she’s constantly using her powers to carve herself down into a supermodel. And Mr. Fantastic? He could make himself any shape he wanted. Which, by the way, doesn’t this mean that Mrs. Incredible, who is also stretchy, has a big ass on purpose? She knows what she’s doing. She knows exactly what she’s doin’. Itty bitty waist? Round thing in a face? That’s her visual catchphrase.
But The Thing you feel for. He got powers too, but he can’t turn them off, can’t just be a normal guy. And the true hell of it is that he seems like he really does want to be a normal guy.
I’ve had this argument with several people. Let’s see what Goodreads thinks:
Here’s a hypothetical: You are given the option to be The Thing and have his life. So you get to travel through dimensions and space and shit. You’re a pirate for awhile (don’t ask). All these big adventures, BUT, you’re The Thing. Your sense of touch is almost gone. Hot and cold are difficult to distinguish. You break shit all the time on accident. Sex seems pretty out of the question.
Would you trade your life to live Thing life? And I’ll even throw in the option to get THING LIFE tattooed across your rocky stomach, provided it’s in Old English font.
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