MARK MILLAR and STEVE MCNIVEN–who last teamed for the monumental CIVIL WAR–bring us the most important WOLVERINE story of the 21st century. Nobody knows what happened on the night the heroes fell. All we know is that they disappeared and evil triumphed and the bad guys have been calling the shots ever since. What happened to Wolverine is the biggest mystery of all. For 50 years, no one has heard hide nor hair from him…and in his place stands an old man called Logan. A man concerned only about his family. A man pushed to the brink by the HULK GANG. A man forced to help an old friend–the blind archer, HAWKEYE–drive three thousand miles to secure his family’s safety. Get ready for the ride of your life, Logan.
Wolverine #66-72, Wolverine Giant-Size Old Man Logan
When I opened this up and it had this alternate cover, it made my day. Michael Turner (RIP) is one of my all-time favorite comic-book artists.
Who knew that I’d also end up adoring a story where the majority of super-heroes are dead? But that’s exactly what happened here.
Fifty years after the villains got their shit together, and the super-heroes died (or disappeared), we catch up with Logan. We don’t have any idea what happened, except it’s gotta be bad as hell because he refuses to fight, not to protect himself, not to protect anyone. He takes beatings from people that he could wipe the floor with, without breaking a sweat, but he ends up face down on the ground more than once in this book.
I love Hawkeye – always have – but I was surprised by how much I loved him here. He’s blind, and still kicks just as much ass as he did when he was first made an Avenger. He also, slowly, subtly, brings Logan back to reality, back to life. Something that I’m not sure anyone else could have done at this point.
And when we do learn what happened, I can understand why Logan decided to stop resorting to claws all the time.
The story here was great – set in this mix of post-apocalyptic, dystopian, western – with plenty of graphic violence and tons of action. I was eagerly turning pages, and upon finishing found myself wishing for more.