At its height, Simonson’s X-Factor was okay. At its nadir, it was frustratingly bad. But she takes the Forever remit more seriously than Claremont ever did and it actually makes for an… okay read. The cool art and coloring helps heaps. There’s just something bland about it, alas, despite the good intentions, the scope, the ambition, and the nice artwork.
Chris Claremont really, really didn’t attempt to continue his X-Men run with X-Men Forever. That he did try was farcical. Simonson, though, does try. She picks up right where she left off. For better or worse, the dialogue is vintage Louise Simonson, and the story makes a good if overly ambitious effort of tying together the themes and characters and plots of 1990 X-Factor. A better effort than Claremont/Lee/Portacio’s attempt, for sure.
(Some of Simonson’s choices are majorly stupid, though. Ex., saddling Trish Tilby with a child. Who comes home from a work trip with a kid? I get she’s going for a family theme, but not every single X-Factor member needs their own family, Louise! They already are a family. The original X-Men. Together. A family. She only has five issues here. What the hell was Louise thinking. Those very few panels Tilby appears in would have been better spent developing Trish Tilby as a character in her own right, and developing her relationship with Hank, instead of just slapping motherhood on her. And Hank should have dumped Trish ASAP! This was originally released in floppies at the height of the “celebrities adopting third world kids” craze, but until now Tilby was presented as a hard-nosed journalist, not a “celebrity” “journalist.”)
Anyway, Simonson does get props for her ambitious scope. But the story of Apocalypse, Sinister, the Celestials, Genosha, Ship, the reason mutants are barren, etc, etc, needed about three times as many issues. (Again, what was she thinking? Had she lost her sense of scale? This is a hell of a lot to cram in five issues. Fifteen wouldn’t be enough, probably, if you wanted some down time and soap opera stuff.)
All told, it’s a fun enough little book that doesn’t outstay its welcome, stays true to the spirit of the game, and looks cute. Recommended, but barely. There’s just something bloodless and lame about this project.
(10 demerits for Simonson and/or the artists showing Cyclops light candles on a birthday cake with his mutant powers. His optic blasts should have simply knocked the candles over. This is definitely not the first instance of creators mistaking Scott’s concussive blasts for a heat ray, but it’s still stupid. X-Factor Forever is filled with weird little bits like that.)