I’ve been reading the new “Ultimates” series. It’s a solid tale. Al Ewing’s a massive force of wit and ingenuity, and his Loki series was the top. This volume of “The Ultimates” doesn’t have any tangible connection to the previous books to bear that name; rather, it’s more like an elevation of his work on “Mighty Avengers”, transposed from the street level to a cosmic scale with a similar cast.
The old book, a version of the Avengers in the recently deceased Ultimate universe, was developed by Mark Millar, who did much to pioneer cinematic storytelling in comic books. If there’s any resonance to be found between Ewing’s “Ultimates” and Millar’s creation, it’s there. That cinematic sense is even more explicit in Al’s series, wherein every issue’s credits are laid out in a satisfyingly bombastic facsimile of an action film’s opening.
Though it might not be deliberate, the sensibilities Ewing employs on the book seem like a solid way of implying a touch of continuity to the monumental and entirely disparate series from which it takes its name.
Most egregious transition from streets to cosmos?
Spider-Man's Captain Universe stint. That can't have been comfortable for him.
In fairness, that dude's rarely comfortable.