Comic Review: Infamous Iron Man #9 (Or Why Sledge Hates Himself)

It's been a journey of self discovery while reading this comic. It is so tremendously bad. I hate so much of what it does that it boggles the mind to understand why I would buy it. But I keep on buying it, despite getting panels like these:

Smells like skunky beer, hot-wings, and tears.

Smells like skunky beer, hot-wings, and tears.

Many in the CoN have questioned my mental state... and me buying this comic lends fuel to that fire. Here is the thing. I'm a sucker. I really loved the 1610 for most of it's existence, and Brian Michael Bendis birthed that universe and brought about it's destruction. I loved several of those characters he re-invented, and when brought back evil Reed from the Ultimate Universe, I was both excited and angry... Excited because I loved that character. Angry because I would have to read more of this schlock:

You've played that joke before Bendis....

You've played that joke before Bendis....

Something happened to either me, or the industry, or to Bendis during that period of time however. I was a young man, the Ultimate Universe was edgy at the time and full angst, much like I was. It was flashy. It was gaudy. It was... youthful. Refreshing. Hopeful. Different. Then I got older and so did the comics. I, like many grew angry at Ultimatum and at the death of Peter Parker, but I got over it and moved on. I liked Miles Morales, and enjoyed his adventures. But when Bendis had Venom kill his mom in front of him... I had had enough. I was done. I saw the shtick for what it was and I jumped ship. I have been tricked enough times to see where this is all heading... and it's not even a good ride any more. I have to deal with a Dr. Doom that's... that's...

Doomy need his diaper changed too

Doomy need his diaper changed too

Ugh...

I know this isn't really a review as much as it is me venting. Hell, I promised not to buy Marvel until Secret Empire was over... and here I am buying Marvel again. 

It's clear I haven't learned the lesson everyone is trying to teach me. It's clear my id has it out for my higher cognitive functions and wants my brain filled with garbage to elicit an emotional response... but I am incapable of anything other than an exasperated sigh and an eye roll at this point. 

Why can't I quit you Brian Michael Bendis? 

Rating: 2/10 Medusa Hairs Clogging the Drain