I appreciate Dave’s theories about the virtue of mainstream superhero comics’ neverending narratives as much as the next guy, but I wonder if the problem isn’t that they never end, but that they do end, over and over and over, and are artificially resuscitated time after time after time. You know what I mean? Compare Amazing Spider-Man, in which stories or story arcs go on for a certain amount of time and are then wrapped up pretty neatly, with something like The Sopranos, which if you go by standard film-crit standards or McKee’s Story is an absolute fucking mess, but, in the way it sends up plot threads like they’re attached to balloons, getting them tangled, having some hang around, some get tied up, some float off into the ether never to be heard from again, replicates the gorgeous power of actual human life better than nearly any work of art I can think of.
Hm. You know what I mean?
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