Covers. Done right, they’re more exciting than a game of badminton with three shuttlecocks.
Don’t go gentle into that good night, O.M.A.C.! It’s like watching joy itself slip off into the horizon like ol’ Shane. Save for the debris in the foreground, a surprisingly serene cover for this final issue. You know, a staffer at my local comic shop remarked last month that it appeared O.M.A.C.’s head fin was growing larger with each and every cover. Like a goldfish, I’d agreed. Now it’s like the crest of an angelfish.
There’s a reason we return again and again to the head-to-head composition of rivals in profile. Cheung delivers an especially dazzling take on it here, pitting some of our favorite heroes against one another with just the right level of symmetry. Add in what is probably the sharpest Marvel event logo in ages and you’ve got a tonally perfect cover for this concept. I kind of want to frame it in the Sega Genesis cover dress, because this is the 16-bit brawler I always wanted.
There’s an extent to which I’m quite sad Men of War never captured our hearts and minds as a straight up military adventure series. That it took more and more supernatural elements to make it more appealing. That it took Frankenstein’s monster surfing on a WWII…what’s that, a Messerschmitt? A Stuka? to really get my attention. But that’s a very small bundle of neurons driving those sensibilities. The whole rest of me is howling like an anthropomorphic wolf in a zoot suit.
Alright. There’s a primal fear I hadn’t been aware of. I kind of want the centipede to have a tiny little water pistol poking out of its mouth.