After all the hype around the new, Muslim Ms. Marvel, I had high hopes. But it proved rather lacklustre.
An electronic copy of Ms. Marvel #1 was my Valentine’s Day gift in lieu of chocolate. As it turns out, I really should have asked for a Twix bar instead.
Kamala Kahn, the new Ms. Marvel, is adorable with all her teenage angst predictably fuelled by the desire to fit in and be associated with the right people.
As the only daughter of a relatively strict immigrant father, I remember sharing similar sentiments to those expressed by Khan towards her father and his rules when I was in high school.
For me, this common ground just wasn’t enough to make up for the boring dialogue between Khan and Captain Marvel. Here’s my interpretation of what their conversation boiled down to, “Oh, Captain Marvel I wish I were just like you”, “Sure thing. Here you go, kid. It’s just not all it’s cracked up to be”. Ta-dah! Now you’re a blonde superhero.
Really?! How many times have we read, seen or heard this before? Just because your character is breaking new ground culturally, it doesn’t excuse a poor storyline.
Ms. Marvel I grade you two of out of five stars. You had me at “Either eat the bacon or stick to your principles” but lost me at “You must have some kind of weird boot fetish”.