Ultimates 2 #5 Review

Writer: Al Ewing / Artist: Travel Foreman / Marvel Comics [quote_simple]”I’m asking if y’all feel me AND THE CROWD LEFT ME STRANDED”- Talib Kweli[/quote_simple] This issue is nothing but fucking bars. I repeat: this fucking issue is nothing but bars. I’m talking Kit-Kats, jail cells, barbells, ice cream bars, muh fucking high jump bars, pole vault bars sitting at a smooth fourteen feet and six inches. Al Ewing giving us serfs poetry, Travel Foreman out here painting beautiful imagery. “THE SCENERY WAS AMAZIN!”. Oh my god, I’m sorry but I gotta talk my shit ’cause I wasn’t expecting this. This is how a comic is supposed to make you fucking feel. This is the shit I’m talking ’bout. This is the shit I’m trying to see up in my panels. Listen, The Ultimates were lined up against The Troubleshooters last issue and they were a perfect match for this team. Every member was facing someone that trumped their power, there was no God Mode for Monica Rambeau. T’Challa got stripped out his damn suit down to his fucking speedo b. Blue Marvel in another dimension fighting a muh fucker so power they damn near a deity. Y’all don’t under fucking stand what I’m telling you. Ewing and Foreman gave us The Raid last issue and this fight sequence was The Raid 2. What’s so beautiful about this issue is that we are getting action but Ewing is careful to not waste that action or dilute it to just fist fighting. Everybody on the Ultimates moves, thinks, or operates in a certain manner to create openings…