Don't get me wrong-- Fantastic Four has traditionally been the only Marvel comic that I could ever really stomach, save for a brief fascination with She-Hulk when John Byrne was drawing her (many years ago). I think I have about two-thirds of the original run boxed up and entombed in plastic. I quit at the time that they decided to reinvent the FF in the late nineties--no need to see that, especially because the first issues were so utterly unreadable.
But there's just something about the advertisements I've seen. Something about the way the Thing says, "It's clobbering time." I don't know. The only thing I've seen so far that's even remotely appealing was the site of the Human Torch burning his shirt off. Nice furrage!
On a similar note, Corb has asked on several occasions why I insist upon reading six books at once, so it takes me a whole year to finish even one. Maybe part of the reason is that most novels simply don't hold my attention long enough to compel to read them straight through. One exception I've discovered is Wicked , by Gregory Maguire. I've heard it was good, but as an Oz fanatic, I simply can't put it down. I find it much more compelling than the musical that bears its name.