Hope for the future is the one of the few things that keeps us from whipping
out a can of lighter fluid and torching everything around us to the sound of
Taylor Swift’s latest single. Some people have more hope than others. A
teenager in downtown Detroit is going to have a very different outlook compared
to a teenager in South Beach, Miami. A teenager who grew up in a fucking
internment camp surrounded by killer robots is going to have even less hope,
although not much less than the kid in Detroit. At least internment camps don’t
have to deal with shitty music and shittier cars.
The setup for Years of Future Past was always pretty bleak, but it somehow
found a way to be full of hope when it established itself in Battleworld. While
it may pain fans of Starlord/Kitty Pryde to see her, Colossus, and their
daughter, Christy, carry on hope in this bleak setting, it’s hard not to smile
at their spirit. They don’t just have hope going for them. They’ve got an
actual plan to give a massive middle finger to President Kelly and his
Nazi-friendly policies towards mutants. Maybe in a world where Dr. Doom wasn’t
a god, I might be more optimistic. But that’s not what they’re dealing with in
Years of Future Past #2. They can piss off President Kelly and all his racist
buddies all they want. They’re still in a world where Dr. Doom is a god and
that’s going to severely limit hope in any capacity.
It’s still a world worth exploring and what makes it more compelling is that
most of the exploration is done through the eyes of a couple of teenagers who
grew up in this shit. The first issue went to great lengths establishing
Christina Pryde, the daughter of Kitty Pryde and Piotr Rasputin. She did more
than enough to make herself the lovable rebel who seeks freedom. She’s
basically a much more kid-friendly version of Mad Max. Then there’s Cameron,
Wolverine’s son. And no, he doesn’t drown this one.
Cameron and Christy are in the same boat here. They both grew up in this
shitty future and at the very beginning, we get a few nice flashbacks and inner
monologues that show the differences in their experiences. Essentially, it
shows Kitty and Colossus were more nurturing parents than Wolverine, but a kid
raised by Wolverine is still a kid you want on your side during a bar fight.
Yet despite growing up in such a shitty future where people are dumb enough to
elect a racist, mutant-bashing bigot in Robert Kelly, there’s still plenty of
heart in both characters. They feel genuine and human, not the kind of jaded
emo goth types who listen to Linken Park songs all day. And in addition, these
flashbacks help establish that these two have met and their hormones have
noticed. Even the threat of killer robots can’t stop teenage hormones.

That’s not to say that the story becomes an apocalyptic version of the
Breakfast Club. These flashbacks don’t go on any longer than they need to. They
just establish the dramatic context for Christy and Cameron. Then they go
straight to dealing with the killer Doom-style Sentinels that just attacked
them. It’s actually a much smoother transition than it sounds and it still
offers some solid action.
But the action doesn’t last and for good reason. Christy, Cameron, and the
rest of the X-men decide that this isn’t a battle they can win. A killer robot
made by the government? Sure, they’ll fight that. A robot made by Dr. Doom?
Fuck no. They’re hopeful, but not that hopeful. So they slip into the sewers to
escape while the Doom Sentinel fights other mutants who have way more hope than
they should.
This leads to a tense conversation with Cameron. During the battle in the
previous issue, he showed off his mutant power and used it to kill Blob. Now to
be fair, Blob was in a murderous rampage. However, that excuse only goes so far
when he’s part of a species that’s going extinct. Even the people who spit on
animal rights activists understand that. Christy is among those who isn’t too
thrilled. Mystique is among those who want to rip his balls off. But Christy
does act as a peacemaker of sorts, reminding them that bitching and moaning is
an easy way to attract more Sentinels. It shows that she has charisma on top of
being adorable. She’s like the anti-Honey Boo Boo.

While the others navigate the sewers, the battle on the surface is still
unfolding. Rachel Grey remains in the center of the shit storm. She’s also not
dumb enough to think she can take down a Sentinel molded after Doom. I think
her mother probably told her outright that death is something that’s worth
avoiding. They can’t give the Hank McCoys of the world more excuses to fuck
with the timeline.
So she does something that most people don’t do in battles involving killer
robots. She tries to find the power source for these Sentinels and pull the
plug. It seems much easier than putting a target on her ass and waving it out
in the open. It might be sexier, but it isn’t smart. Rachel eventually finds
the power source, albeit in a way that’s not very well detailed. That doesn’t
end up mattering though because that power source happens to be Storm. Yes,
someone in President Kelly’s inner circle thought it was a good idea to use her
as a battery and piss her off in the process. I hope whatever genius came up
with that idea got turned into target practice for the Secret Service.
Rachel makes sure Storm has a chance to give the finger to President Kelly’s
energy policies. She and Rachel team up in a beautifully destructive attack on
his forces. It’s a beautiful moment, albeit one that ends a bit too quickly.
But it effectively brings Storm into the mix so it’s definitely worth it. I can
already feel President Kelly’s asshole clenching.

Back in the sewers, we get more dramatic moments between Cameron and
Christy. They settle down and talk about this fucked up situation in ways that’s
way too mature for a couple of teenagers. There’s still some uneasiness over
Cameron’s attitudes towards killing. But given the body count his father has
racked up, nobody has a right to give him that much shit. That uneasiness
eventually fades because the main point of the argument is that they’re among a
dying race. And they’re lucky enough to be in the generation that’s expected to
do something about this shit storm. They sort of have to hold themselves to a
higher standard. Just ask the children of hippies how important those standards
are. It is a meaningful conversation, but it does fall a bit flat. I’d still
rather watch Storm and Rachel blow up more Sentinels.

They eventually arrive at their destination, which is called Centrum. It’s
basically an underground kingdom that looks like a level from Skyrim. It’s not
quite like the Morlocks in that there’s less piss puddles on the floor. It
actually looks quite pleasant, like it could be some sort of theme hotel in New
Zealand. It even has a familiar face in Angel, which is a nice touch. In terms
of places to lay low, this is a pretty sweet deal. It beats the hell out of a
shitty motel with no hot water and semen-stained bed sheets.
There’s still some cause for concern, namely from the head of a deactivated
Sentinel. But Angel assures them that they’ve made sure it can’t call for
backup. They just use it to feed data to Rachel and others on the surface. So
there’s no possible way this can’t come back to bite them in the ass, right?
Like New Coke or Vietnam, it can only make things better, right? It’s probably
a good idea to keep a clean pair of shorts handy.
There are some more nice personal moments between Christy and Cameron. They
have a chat, do some shopping, and talk about things that don’t involve killer
robots. It’s a nice moment where they just get to be teenagers. At first, it’s
a solid change of pace from running from killer robots, maintaining an element
of humanity that’s so important to a Days of Future Past world. Then it starts
to drag.
At some point, Colossus steps in and gives this long, drawn out speech that
sort of details the mindset that got mutants into this shitty future. He
basically talks about how people just had these crazy ideas that started off as
jokes, like preventing parents who had mutant genes from breeding. Then some
crazy asshole came along and took it seriously. It’s basically a long rant
against jokes to justify every act of excessive political correctness ever. It
boils down to don’t even make a joke. Some asshole might try it.
Now Colossus may come off as sincere and he does have a point to make, but
it’s so drawn out that it might as well be a lecture by Ben Stein. It also
sends a pretty shitty message. Jokes can create apocalyptic futures. I’m pretty
sure the world didn’t go to shit because Greg Giraldo, George Carlin, and
Richard Pryor told too many dick jokes.
After this long-winded speech, they finally get back to more relevant
topics. Namely, that battle that unfolded in the first issue, which President
Kelly orchestrated, had the exact desired effect. He was able to catch parts of
the battle on camera, namely the part where one mutant killed another, and
crafted it into a piece of anti-mutant propaganda that would make the North
Korean government proud. So basically, the shit they all gave Cameron for
killing Blob was justified because it just gave President Kelly what they
wanted. And that, my friends, is how hope in an apocalyptic future becomes even
more fleeting.
Knowing they can’t expect the general public to reject bullshit propaganda
from their government, they formulate a different course of action. They begin
studying the Sentinel head they captured and used as a centerpiece for their
cozy little domain. Remember that thing? How it couldn’t possibly bite them in
the ass? Still keeping those clean shorts handy.
Well at first, it looks like it might do the opposite. They hack into the AI
for the Sentinel and try to figure out something they can use to bite President
Kelly back for his bullshit. Mystique reveals that these new Sentinels were
part of a plan formulated by Doom to see if making Sentinels feel pain made
them better soldiers. Again, how can that possibly go wrong? I guess Doom isn’t
a Terminator fan. But beyond the shitty logic behind this program, they find
codes that indicate the whole attack was staged in ways that would make conspiracy
theories jizz themselves. It might actually give them something with which to
counter President Kelly’s bullshit.

Then, in the least surprising twist since Larry King’s last divorce, the new
Sentinels find them. I guess tinkering with another Sentinel head wasn’t such a
good idea after all. Who the fuck could’ve predicted this except everyone with
half a brain? Predictability aside, it’s still a nice action-packed moment
after a lot of wordy dialog. This battle didn’t end with Rachel freeing Storm
and it’s not going to end just because the X-men find out that the government
might like to fuck with people. If things were that easy, every president since
Millard Filmore would’ve been impeached.

Another battle breaks out. Like previous battles, it’s a bit rushed, but for
good reason this time. While Magneto, Wolverine, Colossus, and the others
battle the Doom Sentinels, Kitty takes Cameron and Christy to a very special
place in Centrum. No, it’s not Wolverine’s porno stash. It’s something that
might actually help them stand a chance against these Sentinels. It’s a big
fucking dragon, namely Lockheed. Apparently, Kitty Pryde has been feeding him
very well. He’s now big enough to be a boss fight in an old NES game. A battle
between a giant dragon and Doom Sentinels? All I can say is hell the fuck yes.

As hopelessly dystopian as the Days of Future Past world might be, this
comic still finds a way to fill it with hope. Hell, it’s got more hope going
for it than the last Tyler Perry movies. There’s a plan, an agenda, and a
struggle unfolding. And by whatever magic keeps Emma Frost’s tits in her top,
it works. What makes it personal is how it unfolds from the perspective of
Cameron and Christy. They’re the catalyst that makes this story feel
meaningful. Without them, it might as well be a flashback from a Terminator
movie. Plus, the effect of teenage hormones does add a little extra drama and
that’s fitting enough. Even an apocalypse can’t stop teenagers from wanting to
bone.
There’s a lot to love about Years of Future Past #2. It details a personal
struggle that has heart. At times, however, that struggle is muted by bloated
dialog. It’s not that there was a lot more talking and a lot less kicking ass.
I understand that not every issue can contain a Lord of the Rings style battle
sequence. It just felt like there was too much talking without much being said.
The President can say an awful lot in a State of the Union speech, but Samuel L.
Jackson can still say more just by saying the word “motherfucker” in the right
tone. It still offered plenty of intriguing moments and the prospect of a giant
dragon battling killer robots just gives me so many wonderful feelings in my
pants. I give Years of Future Past #2 an 8 out of 10. There will always be
stories about apocalyptic futures. There will always be stories about struggles
for survival. But those stories don’t have to suck and this series is proving
that Chris Claremont got it right. Nuff said!