The core of the tale could be described as clich, but it's more of a truism that works because of Van Lente's light touch and his efforts to build up to the moment where we learn the truth and not dwell on it. Once Iron Man learns about his father, we cut away quickly to the end. That was probably a good idea. Any more, and the story would have led to schmaltz and waver into over the top soap opera. Instead, we get a slam-bang action story with Iron Man inventively smacking around older versions of himself and Graham Nolan, one of the consummate babe artists though grossly underrated, hubba-hubbaing Pepper Potts and Maria Stark, Tony's seldom seen mother. I kid you not. I look forward to seeing June Morgan daily. Needless to say The Phantom artist finds little difficulty in energizing Iron Man's latest. He as well facilitates the evocation of emotion in the traditionally emotionless. Read Full Review