You know, I realise that Chris Claremont probably deserves a job for life, as he basically created superhero comics as we know them today (with all the good and bad that entails) but there's something about the recently-announced X-Men Forever--wherein the publishers, readers, writers, and artists play an elaborate game of Let's Pretend and roll the clock back to 1991--that strikes me as . . .well, sad.
Much of Claremont's post-1991 work has had the awful sting of someone who stayed onstage far too long and had the awful fortune to degenerate into a parody of himself in full view of everyone.
I guess I wasn't expecting that particular metaphor to become so concrete . . .