![]() ![]() ![]() So, a tip of the cap to Thomas and Adams for teaching the squeaky clean teens to smoke, question authority, and explode frogs in the mailbox of that guy at the end of the block who always glares at people for walking by his house. It’s not the gold standard for X-Men-for my money, that is, and likely always will be, Claremont and Byrne-but it enabled the gold standard to come into being. It’s not like the Thomas/Adams duo instantly spun the stuff of legends, but they did-wait for it-evolve the X-Men into something other than “beat up the bad guy of the month while cracking wise” by introducing more complex relationships, deeper storylines, and a greater focus on social issues. But, the X-Men, while conceptually delightful, was sputtering when Thomas and Adams took over. Look, I love Stan and Jack, and I can read Stan/Ditko Spidey for days. If Lee and Kirby birthed the X-Men (and if the thought of Iceman slip-sliding out of Stan’s uterus doesn’t give you pause, you’ve got issues, my friend), Roy Thomas and Neal Adams were the cool older kids who lived up the street and taught them how to not be dorks. ![]()
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