This review will take the form of the stream of consciousness that meandered through my brain when I finished them both:
"Jesus fucking Christ, why do I even fucking bother taking a chance on these things any more? Fucking X Men is better than this tedious bullshit attempt at being intelligent. Comic publishers are worried that illegal downloads are hurting sales? Well they can stop producing bollocks like this, clone Warren Ellis and Mike Mignola, shoot Mark Millar in the nuts and break his fingers, and kill the next ten indie cunts who thinks 'edgy' means 'I don't have to make an ounce of fucking sense' and hang their corpses up as a warning to those pseudo intelligent artsy fucks. If they could put Alan Moore's bullshit machine  on mute while they're at it I'd be grateful too. I'm going to start going to comic conventions so I can meet Scott Ciencin in the fucking throat"
Video game adaptations make you violent.
One disjointed mess out of ten disjointed messes.
 Don't get me wrong - great writer but so far up his own arse he's created a bollocks singularity.