It's the ultimate showdown between good and evil in this issue; well, so to speak. Deadpool, our morally ambiguous Merc with the Mouth, finally comes face to face with a nightmarish duplicate of himself, named Evil Deadpool, born from a chain of events involving a British psychotherapist love drunk bordering on the psychotic and her refrigerated stash of various appendages discarded from past mercenary escapades, which was also referenced to in the issue cover by Evil Deadpool himself.
Deadpool threw it down with an adversary unlike any he had ever faced: himself, in the flesh, both of whom throughout this issue efforted to outdo each other like a mentally distorted pair of sitcom characters, only more graphically than conventional television could afford innocent young minds, and under the circumstance in which both man and monster mirror each other with their capacity for everyone's daily dose of insanity and caprice, rendering their own attempts to kill each other off as futile as Deadpool's own attempts at suicide.
Chaotic as always, with seemingly devoid of any sense of direction, doesn't it bother anyone that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing? They've seemed to have taken out Deadpool's tendency for pop culture referencing, and in so doing, proceeded to choking him with the mercenary's inherent self-loathing so far. The odd thing, in the process of failing to commit suicide, Deadpool somehow lose himself bit by bit, probably the least entertaining manner of suicide that should not even appeal to himself, as paradoxical as the man is.
The issue culminates in the guest-appearance of one of the biggest stars in the Marvel Universe, and it's certainly not Bea Arthur, of whom so far Deadpool had not even make any mention. It's so depressing that the writers want him be done with eventually...
I miss Weasel.
Previous Issue: Deadpool #45
Deadpool threw it down with an adversary unlike any he had ever faced: himself, in the flesh, both of whom throughout this issue efforted to outdo each other like a mentally distorted pair of sitcom characters, only more graphically than conventional television could afford innocent young minds, and under the circumstance in which both man and monster mirror each other with their capacity for everyone's daily dose of insanity and caprice, rendering their own attempts to kill each other off as futile as Deadpool's own attempts at suicide.
Chaotic as always, with seemingly devoid of any sense of direction, doesn't it bother anyone that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing? They've seemed to have taken out Deadpool's tendency for pop culture referencing, and in so doing, proceeded to choking him with the mercenary's inherent self-loathing so far. The odd thing, in the process of failing to commit suicide, Deadpool somehow lose himself bit by bit, probably the least entertaining manner of suicide that should not even appeal to himself, as paradoxical as the man is.
The issue culminates in the guest-appearance of one of the biggest stars in the Marvel Universe, and it's certainly not Bea Arthur, of whom so far Deadpool had not even make any mention. It's so depressing that the writers want him be done with eventually...
I miss Weasel.
Previous Issue: Deadpool #45