Definitely a less philosophical tone than the last post...awks...Just a general lovelorn appreciation of one of the most hated men in the Marvel universe...the one and only Hank Pym. A genius and a douche at the same time. How the hell is this possible. Marvel makes us adore and despise their most important characters at the same time...Iron Man (the registration act), Scott Summers (Crazy arsed Phoenix control, but the list goes on), Magneto (the mind and metal boggles), Punisher, Tigra (turncoat...can you see the theme emerging?)...and Pym definitely sits at the top of this list in whatever costume he has chosen to wear. But yet...he evokes a sense of pride, perhaps a shameful one, but who can seriously hate a character that has spent most of his superhero career trying to redeem himself.
I still don't think that his character has been fully addressed, and he and his actions have been left in a state of limbo, as a result the readers have been unable to move on also...either way...there was wine, therefore Hank Pym is an absolute LAD.
I proper sober review to follow...
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