Chuck Austen has a reputation as one of the worst comic writers of his era. But at the time, he got some pretty good gigs: X-Men, Superman, The Avengers. He kept busy. (Not gonna lie, his Action run is a favorite of mine; it's a beautiful trainwreck.)
That was decades ago, now.
I've been on an X-Men kick for the last several months, and I got my hands on the collections of his stuff on a lark. I sometimes enjoy bad comics, so I figured why not?
In all honesty, this was better than I expected. Don't get me wrong; it's not good. The characterization is awful, the plotting is kind of slapdash the dialogue is awkward, the jokes are uniformly unfunny, and half the cast act like lovelorn teeny-boppers. And Austen made a lot of bizarre choices.
But.
It wasn't criminally awful. Some bits were even kind of fun. And the stuff with Juggernaut and Sammy the fish boy was legit good. In all, this collection at least was low-stakes fill-in quality work.
The art is fine, though some of it was not my style.
Reading this collection, I think Austen was giving us what he thought people loved about the X-Men: action and soap opera. He just had a tin ear for it. I can't recommend this to anyone really, but it's not nearly as bad as it's reputation, in my opinion. Of course, this is trade 1 of 3, so there's plenty of time for it to get absolutely abysmal. I will eventually pick up the next one and see.
Three stars, but I'm grading on a curve with this one.