Comix Experience Best Sellers: First half of 2014, Comics

Hey, hey, it’s the half-year report from Comix Experience – now also with numbers from Comix Experience Outpost.You’ll find it below the cut, for those of you who like numbers-porn. Right, so the first bit I want to show is our publisher breakdown.  I think some of you may recall I’ve said that I think that it is likely that Image is going to move into the #2 publisher spot sometime this year, though, I almost think it is possible it might hit #1 as well.  This chart is all Experience, mostly because I totally spaced on running it on Outpost – but Outpost is probably about 40% Marvel. Top 20 Publishers @ Experience, 1/1/14-6/30/14, all categories, by quantity 26.46%    MARVEL COMICS 24.27%    DC COMICS 22.32%    IMAGE COMICS 6.69%    DARK HORSE COMICS 4.06%    IDW PUBLISHING 3.03%    BOOM! STUDIOS 2.06%    AVATAR PRESS INC 1.80%    D. E. 1.03%    ARCHIE COMIC PUBLICATIONS 0.69%    ONI PRESS INC. 0.60%    VALIANT ENTERTAINMENT LLC 0.60%    FANTAGRAPHICS BOOKS 0.39%    BONGO COMICS 0.35%    DRAWN & QUARTERLY 0.35%    REBELLION / 2000AD 0.31%    TOP SHELF PRODUCTIONS 0.29%    :01 FIRST SECOND 0.25%    VIZ MEDIA LLC 0.21%    PAPERCUTZ 0.19%    KODANSHA COMICS

That’s pretty much exactly what one calls “neck in neck”, yes, for the top three?

If you sort it by dollars, things move around a bit because DC has a lot of legacy TPs that are priced at $20+, while much of Image’s sales are of $9.99 TPs, and $2.99 comics… 22.00%    DC COMICS 21.17%    MARVEL COMICS 18.67%    IMAGE COMICS 7.49%    DARK HORSE COMICS 4.91%    IDW PUBLISHING 2.62%    BOOM! STUDIOS 1.94%    FANTAGRAPHICS BOOKS 1.71%    AVATAR PRESS INC 1.39%    D. E. 1.37%    HUMANOIDS INC 1.11%    DRAWN & QUARTERLY 1.07%    ONI PRESS INC. 1.01%    REBELLION / 2000AD 0.86%    :01 FIRST SECOND 0.80%    ARCHIE COMIC PUBLICATIONS 0.68%    VIZ MEDIA LLC 0.62%    TOP SHELF PRODUCTIONS 0.56%    KODANSHA COMICS 0.45%    ARCHAIA ENTERTAINMENT LLC 0.40%    VALIANT ENTERTAINMENT LLC

We are up 8.2% from same period last year at Experience, which for a 25 year old business, is pretty exceptional.  Outpost is under a year old, so I don’t have comps just yet!

So, let’s first take comics as their own thing. New periodical comics are 40% of Experience’s sales, and 55% of Outpost.

Starting off with Experience, here is what things look like for comics, from the first of the year, in terms of PIECES SOLD:

1    DEADLY CLASS #1 2    SAGA #18 3    SANDMAN OVERTURE #2 (OF 6)  McKean Cover 4    SAGA #19 5    DEADLY CLASS #2 6    MS MARVEL #1 7    BLACK SCIENCE #3 8    SOUTHERN BASTARDS #1 9    DEADLY CLASS #3 SANDMAN OVERTURE #2 (OF 6) JHW Cover 11    DEADLY CLASS #4 SEX CRIMINALS #4 13    SAGA #20 14    BATMAN #27 15    TREES #1 16    BATMAN #28 WALKING DEAD #121 18    MS MARVEL #2 SANDMAN OVERTURE #1 (OF 6) McKean Cover SEX CRIMINALS #5 21    AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #1 MOON KNIGHT #1 23    WALKING DEAD #120 24    BLACK SCIENCE #4 WALKING DEAD #127 26    BLACK SCIENCE #5 JUPITERS LEGACY #4 WALKING DEAD #119 WALKING DEAD #122 WALKING DEAD #123 31    BATMAN #29 STRAY BULLETS THE KILLERS #1 WALKING DEAD #125 34    BLACK SCIENCE #6 VELVET #3 WALKING DEAD #124 WALKING DEAD #126 38    BATMAN #30 DEADLY CLASS #5 EAST OF WEST #10 41    EAST OF WEST #11 42    EAST OF WEST #9 43    MOON KNIGHT #2 44    BATMAN #31 EAST OF WEST #12 HAWKEYE #16 SEX CRIMINALS #1 VELVET #4 49    BLACK SCIENCE #2 DAREDEVIL #1 ANMN ORIGINAL SIN #1 (OF 8) SEX CRIMINALS #6 SOUTHERN BASTARDS #2 54    AFTERLIFE WITH ARCHIE #3 FOREVER EVIL #5 (OF 7) 56    AVENGERS WORLD #1 HAWKEYE #15 PRETTY DEADLY #4 UNCANNY X-MEN #16 60    ALL NEW X-MEN #22.NOW ALL NEW X-MEN #23 FOREVER EVIL #7 (OF 7) MIRACLEMAN #1 OUTCAST BY KIRKMAN & AZACETA #1 SILVER SURFER #1 ANMN 66    DAREDEVIL #35 FOREVER EVIL #6 (OF 7) MOON KNIGHT #3 ORIGINAL SIN #2 (OF 8) PRETTY DEADLY #5 VELVET #5 72    DEADLY CLASS #6 FATALE #19 JUSTICE LEAGUE #27 MOON KNIGHT #4 SERENITY LEAVES ON THE WIND #1 (OF 6) WALKING DEAD #128 78    MS MARVEL #4 SAGA #17 SERENITY LEAVES ON THE WIND #2 (OF 6) 81    JUSTICE LEAGUE #28 JUSTICE LEAGUE #29 LUMBERJANES #1 (OF 8) MS MARVEL #3 ORIGINAL SIN #3 (OF 8) STRAY BULLETS THE KILLERS #2 87    AFTERLIFE WITH ARCHIE #4 ALL NEW X-MEN #21 ALL NEW X-MEN #25 BATMAN ETERNAL #1 DETECTIVE COMICS #27 CVR B (Frank Miller) MIRACLEMAN #2 ORIGINAL SIN #0 (OF 8) TREES #2 UNCANNY X-MEN #17 UNCANNY X-MEN #18 UNCANNY X-MEN #19.NOW ANMN 98    AVENGERS #25 ANMN BLACK SCIENCE #1 HAWKEYE #17 LAZARUS #6 SHE-HULK #1 UNCANNY AVENGERS #16

So, yeah, Image is doing VERY well at Experience, with Rick Remender’s DEADLY CLASS taking the #1 spot away from SAGA (though, looking at this now that I’ve done the math already, Sandman: Overture, if you combine the two covers, beats even that.  Yet another reason I think that multiple covers are bunk)

Things change up a little if you sort it by dollars (I’ve put the cover price there at the end for this exercise) – limiting this just to the top 20

1    SANDMAN OVERTURE #2 (OF 6)  McKean Cover     $3.99 2    DEADLY CLASS #1     $3.50 3    SAGA #18     $2.99 4    SAGA #19     $2.99 5    AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #1      $5.99 6    DEADLY CLASS #2     $3.50 7    SANDMAN OVERTURE #1 (OF 6) McKean Cover     $4.99 8    DETECTIVE COMICS #27 CVR B (Frank Miller)     $7.99 9    SANDMAN OVERTURE #2 (OF 6) JHW Cover     $3.99 10    BLACK SCIENCE #3     $3.50 11    SOUTHERN BASTARDS #1     $3.50 12    BATMAN #29     $4.99 13    MS MARVEL #1     $2.99 14    MIRACLEMAN #1     $5.99 BATMAN #27     $3.99 16    DEADLY CLASS #3     $3.50 17    SEX CRIMINALS #4     $3.50 18    BATMAN #28     $3.99 19    DEADLY CLASS #4     $3.50 20    MOON KNIGHT #1     $3.99

What about across town at the Outpost?  Outpost is a MUCH more “mainstream” kind of store!  Here’s the Top 100 (or so) by PIECES SOLD

1     AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #1 2     BATMAN #27 3     BATMAN #28 BATMAN #29 5     BATMAN #30 GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #11.NOW ANMN 7     ALL NEW X-MEN #23 ANMN SUPERMAN UNCHAINED #5 9     BATMAN ETERNAL #1 10     AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #2 ANMN BATMAN #31 SUPERMAN UNCHAINED #6 13     ALL NEW X-MEN #22.NOW ANMN GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #13 ANMN 15     GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #12 ANMN GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #14 17     SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #30 ANMN 18     BATMAN ETERNAL #2 SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #31 ANMN 20     GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #10 INF SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #27.NOW ANMN SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #29 ANMN 23     ALL NEW X-MEN #24 ANMN SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #25 25     FOREVER EVIL #5 (OF 7) 26     ALL NEW X-MEN #21 ALL NEW X-MEN #25 28     SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #26 29     BATMAN ETERNAL #4 BATMAN SUPERMAN #7 FOREVER EVIL #6 (OF 7) UNCANNY X-MEN #18 33     UNCANNY X-MEN #16 34     BATMAN ETERNAL #3 SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #28 ANMN UNCANNY X-MEN #17 37     DAREDEVIL #1 ANMN UNCANNY X-MEN #19.NOW ANMN 39     FOREVER EVIL #7 (OF 7) ORIGINAL SIN #1 (OF 8) 41     ALL NEW X-MEN #26 HARLEY QUINN #2 ORIGINAL SIN #3 (OF 8) X-MEN #9 XFV 45     BATMAN ETERNAL #5 BATMAN ETERNAL #6 BATMAN SUPERMAN ANNUAL #1 MS MARVEL #1 NIGHT OF LIVING DEADPOOL #1 (OF 4) UNCANNY X-MEN #20 ANMN 51     AVENGERS #25 ANMN AVENGERS #26 ANMN ORIGINAL SIN #2 (OF 8) UNCANNY AVENGERS #16 55     DAREDEVIL #2 ANMN X-MEN #10.NOW ANMN X-MEN #11 ANMN 58     ALL NEW X-MEN #27 BATMAN ETERNAL #7 DEADPOOL #22 GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #15 MS MARVEL #2 SAGA #18 SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN ANNUAL #2 65     AVENGERS #29 ORIGINAL SIN #0 67     AVENGERS #27 BATMAN ETERNAL #8 DEADLY CLASS #1 FANTASTIC FOUR #1 ANMN FOREVER EVIL #4 (OF 7) 72     AVENGERS #28 BATMAN SUPERMAN #8 DAREDEVIL #3 ANMN JUSTICE LEAGUE #27 NIGHT OF LIVING DEADPOOL #4 (OF 4) UNCANNY AVENGERS #17 UNCANNY AVENGERS #18.NOW ANMN UNCANNY X-MEN #21 80     ALL NEW X-MEN #28 BATMAN SUPERMAN #11 DETECTIVE COMICS #30 83     ALL NEW INVADERS #1 ANMN AVENGERS #24.NOW ANMN AVENGERS #30 SIN DEADPOOL #27 ANMN HARLEY QUINN #3 JUSTICE LEAGUE #28 NIGHT OF LIVING DEADPOOL #2 (OF 4) UNCANNY AVENGERS ANNUAL #1 91     DEADPOOL #23 DETECTIVE COMICS #27 CVR B (Frank Miller) LUMBERJANES #1 (OF 8) MOON KNIGHT #2 NEW AVENGERS #16.NOW ANMN SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #24 97     BATMAN ETERNAL #9 MOON KNIGHT #1 MOON KNIGHT #1 YOUNG VAR ANMN NEW AVENGERS #14 NIGHT OF LIVING DEADPOOL #3 (OF 4) X-MEN #12 ANMN

Damn, a LOT more mainstream, right?  And swapping this for dollars sold shows a tremendous less amount of changes, so I’m not even going to bother!

Right, so what if we fold the two stores together?  Then it looks something like this:

1     DEADLY CLASS #1 2     SAGA #18 3     SAGA #19 4     AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #1 5     SANDMAN OVERTURE #2 (OF 6)  McKean Cover 6     BATMAN #27 7     BATMAN #28 8     MS MARVEL #1 9     BATMAN #29 10     BATMAN #30 11     DEADLY CLASS #2 12     ALL NEW X-MEN #23 BATMAN #31 14     ALL NEW X-MEN #22.NOW BLACK SCIENCE #3 16     BATMAN ETERNAL #1 17     MS MARVEL #2 18     SOUTHERN BASTARDS #1 19     FOREVER EVIL #5 (OF 7) GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #11.NOW ANMN 21     DEADLY CLASS #3 SUPERMAN UNCHAINED #5 23     GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #13 ANMN 24     DEADLY CLASS #4 GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #12 ANMN 26     SANDMAN OVERTURE #2 (OF 6) JHW Cover 27     AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #2 ANMN DAREDEVIL #1 ANMN MOON KNIGHT #1 UNCANNY X-MEN #16 31     FOREVER EVIL #6 (OF 7) ORIGINAL SIN #1 (OF 8) 33     ALL NEW X-MEN #24 ANMN GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #14 35     ALL NEW X-MEN #21 ALL NEW X-MEN #25 SEX CRIMINALS #4 38     FOREVER EVIL #7 (OF 7) SUPERMAN UNCHAINED #6 WALKING DEAD #121 41     UNCANNY X-MEN #18 WALKING DEAD #127 43     SEX CRIMINALS #5 WALKING DEAD #120 45     UNCANNY X-MEN #17 WALKING DEAD #119 47     ORIGINAL SIN #2 (OF 8) UNCANNY X-MEN #19.NOW ANMN WALKING DEAD #125 50     BLACK SCIENCE #4 ORIGINAL SIN #3 (OF 8) SAGA #20 WALKING DEAD #126 54     GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #10 INF MOON KNIGHT #2 WALKING DEAD #123 57     BATMAN ETERNAL #2 TREES #1 59     BATMAN ETERNAL #4 60     AVENGERS #25 ANMN UNCANNY AVENGERS #16 62     BATMAN ETERNAL #3 JUSTICE LEAGUE #27 WALKING DEAD #124 65     BATMAN ETERNAL #5 DAREDEVIL #2 ANMN ORIGINAL SIN #0 UNCANNY X-MEN #20 ANMN 69     ALL NEW X-MEN #26 BATMAN SUPERMAN #7 SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #31 72     ALL NEW X-MEN #27 BATMAN ETERNAL #6 BLACK SCIENCE #6 HARLEY QUINN #2 76     BLACK SCIENCE #5 JUSTICE LEAGUE #28 WALKING DEAD #122 79     AVENGERS #26 ANMN EAST OF WEST #10 JUPITERS LEGACY #4 LUMBERJANES #1 (OF 8) 83     DETECTIVE COMICS #27 CVR B (Frank Miller) HAWKEYE #16 UNCANNY AVENGERS #17 86     EAST OF WEST #11 FANTASTIC FOUR #1 ANMN MOON KNIGHT #3 UNCANNY AVENGERS #18.NOW ANMN UNCANNY X-MEN #21 91     BATMAN SUPERMAN ANNUAL #1 DEADLY CLASS #5 EAST OF WEST #9 MS MARVEL #3 X-MEN #9 XFV 96     AVENGERS #29 DETECTIVE COMICS #30 HAWKEYE #15 JUSTICE LEAGUE #29 SEX CRIMINALS #1

Experience’s big hits are bigger, but the Outpost’s midlist swings a lot of the Marvel and DC comics right up the charts.

Yeah, so that’s the 6 month look – see anything interesting yourself?

-B

Arriving 7/2/14

How can any week stand up against the monster that was last week? It may be the underdog, but this week is giving it a try. We have some favorites in the form of EAST OF WEST and SOUTHERN BASTARDS, plus Marvel is starting its push for the GUARDIANS movie with ROCKET RACCOON and LEGENDARY STAR-LORD hitting the street this week. Find all of this weeks comics just below the cut!

100TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL #1 FANTASTIC FOUR ACTION COMICS #33 (DOOMED) ALL NEW X-FACTOR #10 ANGEL AND FAITH SEASON 10 #4 AQUAMAN AND THE OTHERS #4 BATMAN 66 MEETS GREEN HORNET #2 (OF 6) BATMAN ETERNAL #13 BATMAN SUPERMAN #12 BATWING #33 BETTY & VERONICA #271 BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE CHINA #2 BLACK KISS XXXMAS IN JULY SPECIAL ONE SHOT CALIBAN #4 CALIBAN #4 CAPTAIN AMERICA #22 CHAOS #3 (OF 6) CLONE #18 COSPLAYERS #2 DAREDEVIL #0.1 DEADPOOL VS X-FORCE #1 (OF 4) DEXTERS LABORATORY #4 (OF 4) DKW DITKO KIRBY WOOD ONE SHOT DOCTOR SPEKTOR #2 EARTH 2 #25 EAST OF WEST #13 ELEPHANTMEN #58 EXTINCTION PARADE WAR #1 FAIREST #27 FIELD #3 (OF 4) GARFIELD #27 GREEN ARROW #33 GREEN LANTERN #33 (UPRISING) GUARDIANS OF GALAXY GALAXYS MOST WANTED #1 HACK SLASH SON OF SAMHAIN #1 HINTERKIND #9 IRON FIST LIVING WEAPON #4 JUSTICE LEAGUE 3000 #8 LAZARUS #9 LEGENDARY STAR LORD #1 ANMN MADAME FRANKENSTEIN #3 (OF 7) MAGNETO #6 MICHAEL AVON OEMINGS VICTORIES #13 MILES MORALES ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #3 MIRACLEMAN #8 MOON KNIGHT #5 MORNING GLORIES #39 NAILBITER #3 NEW 52 FUTURES END #9 (WEEKLY) NEW VAMPIRELLA #2 NEW WARRIORS #7 ORIGINAL SIN #5 (OF 8) PUNISHER #8 QUANTUM & WOODY #12 ROBOCOP 2014 #1 ROCKET RACCOON #1 ANMN SATELLITE SAM #9 SCOOBY DOO TEAM UP #5 SHADOW MIDNIGHT MOSCOW #2 (OF 6) SHELTERED #10 SIDEKICK #7 SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN SEASON 6 #4 SONIC UNIVERSE #65 SOUTHERN BASTARDS #3 STAR MAGE #4 SUICIDE RISK #15 SUPERMAN UNCHAINED #7 SWAMP THING #33 TECH JACKET #1 THIEF OF THIEVES #22 THOR GOD OF THUNDER #24 TINY TITANS RETURN TO THE TREEHOUSE #2 (OF 6) TOM CLANCY SPLINTER CELL ECHOES #1 (OF 4) TRINITY OF SIN PHANTOM STRANGER #21 TWILIGHT ZONE #6 UBER #15 WEIRD LOVE #2 WHITE SUITS #4 (OF 4) WITCHBLADE #176 WOODS #3 WORLD OF ARCHIE DOUBLE DIGEST #41

Books/Mags/Things A VOICE IN THE DARK TP VOL 01 ABSOLUTE BATMAN & ROBIN THE BOY WONDER HC ARCHER COE GN VOL 01 THOUSAND NATURAL SHOCKS AVATAR LAST AIRBENDER TP VOL 08 RIFT PART 2 BACK ISSUE #73 CATALYST COMIX TP CINDER & ASHE TP CONAN TP VOL 15 NIGHTMARE OF SHALLOWS DAREDEVIL BY MARK WAID HC VOL 03 DEXTERS LABORATORY CLASSICS TP VOL 01 DRAW #28 FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND #274 FEAR AGENT TP VOL 04 HATCHET JOB FIVE GHOSTS TP VOL 02 LOST COASTLINES FOX TP VOL 01 FREAK MAGNET FRANK MILLER ART OF SIN CITY TP G FAN #106 HARLAN ELLISONS 7 AGAINST CHAOS TP HEAVY METAL #269 HI FRUCTOSE MAGAZINE QUARTERLY #32 KISS ME SATAN TP LONE WOLF & CUB OMNIBUS TP VOL 05 LUBA AND HER FAMILY GN MARVELS GUARDIANS OF GALAXY PRELUDE TP MAXX MAXXIMIZED HC VOL 01 ROBOCOP VS TERMINATOR HC SECRET FILES OF DR DREW HC STAR WARS DARTH VADER & CRY OF SHADOWS HC STRAIN TP VOL 04 THE FALL TRIBES DOG YEARS SPECIAL ED HC TWELVE GEMS TP UNCANNY X-MEN TP VOL 02 BROKEN USAGI YOJIMBO TP VOL 28 RED SCORPION WONTON SOUP TP COLLECTED ED X-FILES CONSPIRACY HC

As always, what do YOU think?

Abhay: A Stack of Comics I Mostly Haven't Read in About 15 Years

I went to my home town for the first time in some years.  And while I was home, I had cause to go through the old comics "collection". I wanted to find one book in particular that I thought might help me on a project not yet worth mentioning, a foreign comic whose name I didn't know that I'd bought on a trip outside the country around 1992-1993, impossible to find unless I went through box after box of disorganized, yellowing comics. I found this mystery comic the last day I was there, but as I was going through the boxes, occasionally I'd spot some other comic that made me pause.  One of the last times I was home, I'd mentioned the comics I'd looked at while home, so I thought I could do that again-- took photos of the ones that made me pause with my cell phone-- just thought I'd show them to y'all, in case they gave you any similar twinge of feelings or cause for thought.

The tricky bit being that for the most part,  I didn't re-read any of these comics.  So, I haven't read these comics in at least 15 years, if not more...

(Warning: image-heavy...?  Is that still a thing people feel like they need to be warned about?  "Warning: my geocities page is acting up again.").

Rune

Rune!  When this came out of the longbox, I immediately wanted to take a photo of it and to write this.  RUNE!

In the 20 years that have passed since this comic came out, I have thought about this comic exactly ZERO times.

This was about a vampire character and/or a purple-skinned Iggy Pop, I don't really remember, one of the many characters that disappeared from human memory upon the purchase and subsequent burial of the "Ultraverse" by Marvel Comics.  The Ultraverse was a line of superhero comics published by the long defunct Malibu Comics-- few memorable characters, besides an early 90's success story called Prime.  The rumor at the time was that Marvel would never use any of the characters, despite whatever sum spent purchasing them, because the contracts involved called for the creators of the Ultraverse characters to be paid some reasonable wage or another.  An unacceptable result, so goodbye Ultraverse.

But Rune was the most hyped comic of the Ultraverse era because it was created by a guy named Barry Windsor Smith, and that was a big deal because people at one point cared who he was...?  I don't know if that's true anymore.  Do you hear people mention Barry Windsor Smith anymore??  I have access to the internet (jealous?) and uh, except maybe some chitter-chatter about his early Conan comics, I just don't think I hear about the guy that much anymore.  Maybe someone will bring up his X-Men issues, but certainly not his later work-- not a lot of people still repping Archer & Armstrong, or mentioning Storyteller.  And definitely, definitely not Rune. RUNE!

I just remember the hype on Rune being out of control.  For Rune, Malibu was, like... didn't they do some kind of crazy thing where they serialized a Rune story a page or two at a time, in the back of all of their comics because they thought, "oh people will buy an issue of Sludge or Mantra"-- actual titles-- "just to get that one or two pages of Barry Windsor Smith art."  Which is nutty, but that was the level of hype involved around that guy.

But today-- whoosh, like he never happened.

In writing this, I googled up a Comics Alliance article I'd missed when it came out, to my regret, entitled "Whatever Happened To Barry Windsor-Smith In The Comics Conversation?" by the great Tom Scioli.  Here's the bit that jumps out the most:

"Who’s influenced by BWS? Nobody I can think of under 40."   

For me, being close to that age, it's a little startling, for lack of a better word, just considering the relatively high profile he had enjoyed when I was a younger guy-- his Weapon X series in particular was a pretty huge mainstream hit.  But it went beyond that.  People talked about him in very high-falooting terms-- like, as one of the greats.  And now years later, he's just one of those guys who when they slip loose this our mortal coil (and I of course hope that's not anything that's going to happen soon), but someone of whom comic creators will say "Man, why can't we appreciate these guys while they were still here?"  

I missed the Scioli piece so I didn't realize that had happened to Windsor-Smith until I pulled out a copy of Rune from a box surrounded by dust in a basement of a house I don't live in anymore.

V

V: the star-spanning first issue.  Eduardo Baretto cover, I think (is that his signature on the left of the cover?), on a Carmine Infantino comic book adaptation of a television miniseries event (relatively recently rebooted into an ABC show that nobody I know watched or would ever admit to watching in a public place).

Occasionally, people will pull out old Star Wars comics approvingly, or Sienkiewicz Dune; some things will probably last a while longer in people's memories.  But... a Carmine Infantino V comic...?

It will never be seen again.  Enjoy this moment-- it's the last time you will ever hear about or see this comic in your life.

Trencher

 

 

Aaaah, Keith Giffen's Trencher.  I remember liking Trencher-- Giffen doing a crazy scrawl style he moved away from pretty quickly, but that he also used on some Lobo comics, I want to say, back when "some Lobo comics" were a thing that comic people wanted to purchase.  (That didn't last long, huh?  Is that character just waiting around to be revitalized with a company that doesn't know how to do that-- i.e. the "Dan Didio should lose his job and we should all say that more" factor-- or did people decide to reject that character? Or do people not remember that character or...?).

Trencher is also memorable in that it was part of some weird early Image "controversy" I barely remember where ... The Way I Half-Remember It:  the Image creators started out shouting about creator ownership and how they were going to take all the top creators from Marvel and DC.  Then, when they just stopped shipping their own comics in anything resembling a timely manner, these Other Comics started popping up like Trencher (and maybe, what, Jerry Ordway's Wildstar...?). Except: rhetoric be damned, all of those Other Comics got cancelled in the same week (except, like, I want to say The Maxx got a reprieve somehow), after the Image guys decided they wanted to steer the brand in a different direction; felt like Trencher was "diluting" the Image name...?  Am I remembering that right?  Am I close?  Half a memory.

WarriorsPlasm

 

Warriors of Plasm from Jim Shooter's Defiant Comics, the launch title for the comic imprint Shooter formed after he got booted out of Valiant in some kind of crazy take-over that somehow ended with Bob Layton in charge.

The way I remember this one was that it was about normal people who get sucked up into a green-slime Plasm planet that runs on green-slime Plasm and then they have green-slime Plasm adventures where they quickly liberate the Plasm-planet people using green-slime Plasm...?  I might not be getting that right, though-- that can't be right, can it?

This comic is more memorable in that it spawned some trademark litigation which I believe may have lead to a published opinion of some potential interest to trademark litigators.  The way I remember it is on the eve of Warriors of Plasm's relase, Marvel sued that its name (then, just Plasm) was confusingly similar to a Marvel UK title called Plasmer.  According to Wikipedia, that lawsuit depleted Defiant's capital, and cost them $300,000 in attorneys fees, making this the second comic company murdered by Marvel Comics in one post!  Wheeee!  But Jim Shooter was a jerk to Kirby, so fuck him, too...

Drawn by Dave Lapham, who would later create Stray Bullets, then stop creating Stray Bullets and kind of suck there for a little while, and then create more Stray Bullets.  I remember this being better drawn than his Harbinger comics, so ... congratulations, Dave Lapham...?

Damned

 

Damned was a crime comic published through the Image sub-imprint Homage Comics by Steve Grant and Mike Zeck.  Zeck on this one was sort of moving more in a Bruce Timm / Mike Parobeck direction (but still doing a crime riff)-- pretty different from what you'd expect, if you only know Zeck from his Secret Wars, say.  That's about all I remember about this.  Grant-Zeck had worked together on some Punisher before that, I think.  Zeck still appears at conventions, according to some google, but I'm not digging up much about his career trajectory.  Grant knocked around for years with different projects-- it's nice if he's found some success with that 2 Guns movie.  And Homage Comics was this cool sub-imprint that sort of died out after Jim Lee sold everything to DC.  They published Astro City and Leave it to Chance, and then woosh-- into the cornfield.

Have you ever tried to draw a comic?  It takes some days.  And you have to just sit there, and ... "Is there a door?  There's a door?  Well, then somebody's got to sit there and draw a stupid doorknob to make sure people understand it's a door and not just a confusing rectangle."  All that shit.  And all that shit's sometimes fun, there's plenty of fun parts, doorknobs can be fun too.  But it's some work too, sometimes.  And year after year, especially before trades or digital became a thing, people will do all that work just so that they can make some comic shiny and new for all of seven whole days before the next batch of new comics are out.  I don't know.  Funny business.

DivineRIght

 

Divine Right: The Adventures of Max Faraday...  This was Jim Lee's big return to comics after WildCATS and I want to say just before the big sale to DC.  I want to say this was something about a pizza delivery boy who in his spare time is having a long-distance AOL chat-room-based relationship with some girl that he'd never met.  Except then the pizza boy ends up getting superpowers ... from the internet...?

Sometimes, comic critics, you hear us say, "Well, I'd rather see that guy do more of his own work."

We don't really ever say that about Jim Lee, though.

SilverSable

 

Marvel Comic's Silver Sable #1, made by independent contractors employed by Marvel Comics, with a shiny-metal cover that, like, reflected light if you held it a certain way.  If you can make it out at top, it says "In her Own Book At Last" -- yes, that was the day Our Long National Nightmare Ended.  At the time, I did not know who that character was so I remember finding that kinda funny (a "I shouldn't eat these eggs" sort of funny).  Sitting here today, not remembering anything about this comic, I once again do not know who that character is, so I guess I still find it kinda funny.

What's interesting to me about this one is that even with the internet and the whole "hey, there should be more comics about lady characters" and all that stuff (all of which is great and I 100% support)... I still don't hear anyone say "when is Silver Sable going to get her own series again???" out loud.  Ever.  Ever in my life.  Never.  Maybe I'm following the wrong tumblr blogs but... Or maybe we're all following the right tumblr blog-- the tumblr blog of Jesus Christ. I don't know.  Your guess is as good as mine.

"The Wild Pack."

Huh-- just found out that Silver Sable may have been brutally murdered in a Dan Slott comic, according to some google...?

She is apparently drowned by the Rhino in the final battle when he pins her to the ground in a flooding corridor in Doctor Octopus' base, the Rhino preferring to die after the loss of his wife and knowing that Spider-Man will blame himself for the death even if he stops Doctor Octopus' plan.

Yucchhk.  Don't take this the wrong way but everything and everyone in any way associated with comic books is all fucked in the head.  I mean, I say that in an affectionate way usually, but ucchh, you fucking people and your fucking dead women fetish.... so fucking creepy! Why doesn't anyone ever realize how FUCKING CREEPY y'all's dead women fetish is?

I want to be like Charlie Sheen in Major League, surrounded by a lovable team of malicious misfits, and instead, y'all want to be like Charlie Sheen in real life, where there's a woman in a closet screaming for help.  We're just not on the same Sheen, you and I!!!

SovreignSeven

 

Chris Claremont and Dwayne Turner's Sovereign Seven.  After his historic X-Men run got ended by Bob Harras and Jim Lee, this was Chris Claremont's "comeback", published through DC.  (Well, there was a Dark Horse Alien vs Predator miniseries with Jackson Guice, but I don't think we counted that).  It didn't work out so hot.  You only get so many hits in your life, I guess.  I remember literally nothing about this comic.

Man, more than 2 decades making comics, he still thought Sovereign Seven was a good title for a comic, though... Man... Nobody ever learns nothing, with comics.

Superior 7.  A small press comic about a Cincinnati-based superhero team, that still somehow had a better title than Chris Claremont's "comeback" title from DC!

Strikeback

 

Oh shit, Kevin Maguire's Strikeback! I loved this comic.  I don't remember it!  But I remember loving it!

Strikeback was published by Bravura, a sub-imprint of Malibu that had also published a Jim Starlin comic caled Breed or Brood, some shit, and a mostly decent Howard Chaykin series called Power & Glory, before it disappeared from this Earth.  Strikeback was an energetic superhero team comic and I really liked it and then it was never collected and now it's like it might as well have never existed. Kevin Maguire was most recently in the news for getting booted off DC comics so he could get replaced by somebody younger and kewler, or to put it another way, Dan Didio should not have his job and we should all say that more often.

Tug-Buster

 

Tug & Buster.  Awww man-- I hope people remember Marc Hempel comics.  He did some pretty goddamn good ones-- some of his Breathtaker pages are kind of ridiculous.  I hope there are people out there who remember that stuff.  Tug & Buster was his comedy about masculinity.  I remember it being like a funnier, dirtier Johnny Bravo.  (Which was a cartoon).  (That aired in the United States).  (Which used to be a country).  (Obama...).

One of the unspoken premises of reviews is that any of this shit matters.  "Image is exciting now!  Look at all these new Image books!  These new Image Comics are certainly pushing thing forward in terms of excitement-- the boner they give me, I'm using it the way Michael Douglas used a machete in Romancing the Stone to clear away jungle.  The jungle is, like, a metaphor."  And it's just silliness. Great things, terrible things-- everything just gets forgotten!  We're all just clinging to this thing while we're here.  It's all ridiculous and meaningless.  All that up-with-us "Comics have never been better" shit.  How would you know?  How would anyone know, if no one remembers anything?

Ash

 

ASH-- this was what Joe Quesada and Jimmy Palmiotti were doing with their time before Marvel Knights.  Ash was a fireman superhero because Quesada wanted comic fans to understand that firemen were real heroes...?  That's all I remember.  Published by their company "Event Comics."

It's interesting that more people don't do covers that way-- does anyone besides Sean Phillips do covers that way?   It's a neat move.  Why don't people do that more?

Sachs Violens

 

Peter David and George Perez's Sachs & Violens.

This was basically what Sex Criminals would have looked like if it had been created in the 1990's.  Or been awesome.

MaelsRage

 

Bart Sears's Mael's Rage!  Bart Sears's Mael's Rage! BART SEARS'S MAEL'S RAGE!  BART SEARS'S MAEL'S RAGE!  The name of the comic was Mael's Rage, and that was what the cover looked like!  Mael's Rage, as the cover indicates, was part of the Brute-Babe universe...?!

Comic Books: 1991 - 1999.

Geisha

 

This was an early Oni comic created by a guy named Andi Watson who, according to google, switched over to children's comics shortly after this.   I didn't know that-- he just seemed to disappear since I'm not hip to that scene.  He made a comic called Love Fight and then after that, I had no idea what had happened to him... ? Nice to find out about the kid's comics!

This isn't the book you want from him, though-- I remember that being Dumped.  It's nice that he's still making comics-- that's nice news.

Greg Hyland's Lethargic Comics...  This was a humor/parody-title in the mid-90's.  I don't remember much about it, but there's a comic in it that has always stuck with me..

Understanding Comics

 

A character sits and reads Jim Lee's WildCATS number 2 and says "I don't get it."  Then, he goes and reads Scott McCloud's Understanding Comics (which had only recently come out) and says "Ah, I see!"  A short time later, we find him again reading WildCATS #2 and the comic page concludes with the character saying "I still don't get it."

I feel like I've been chasing that page ever since!  I don't know.  I'm still kinda delighted by that fucking joke, man.

(Sometimes, comic critics, you hear us say, "Well, I'd rather see that guy do more of his own work."  We don't really ever say that about Jim Lee, though.)

 

Ragmpo

Rob Walton's Ragmop-- I think they collected this one, but I never got the collected edition.  Amazon says a new copy will cost you $50.  It's sort of a comedy about politics and economics and exploitation, but told in a sort of Hanna Barbera vernacular...?  I never read it as an adult so I don't know how I'd feel about it now... I have no clue...

ManoftheAtom

 

This one I actually sat and re-read because I was so mystified what I was looking at.  It was so far gone from my memory.  This was during the Fabian Nicieza chapter of the Valiant Comics / Acclaim Comics saga.  Nicieza was briefly the editor in chief of the company that Shooter had started, after Shooter had gotten booted and Bob Layton (and some Steve-guy that really was the one behind things, if I remember right) had run it into the ground or the speculator bubble that company relied on had burst or it'd gotten sold to Acclaim or... it had all become a mess.  And Nicieza really tried to do his best with it, he tried his damnedest in an impossible market-- tried to hire decent people, but just ... Terrible characters at a terrible time...

Anyways, instead of a big inter-company crossover, Nicieza tried to do an "Event Series."  But it's this Warren Ellis thing, with Darick Robertson I think pre-Transmet (was this their first collaboration, those two?).  It's about a woman coming to the same conclusion as a guy scientist in some other location that there's been some kind of quantum event at the time of the Big Bang that's going to manifest later in 7 month's time that... something something parallel universes.

It just all seemed pretty spectacularly misconceived-- like, imagine if a comic company tried to sell a big Event Comic and you bought it and it was a purely dialogue-driven comic about a woman you'd never seen before yelling for page after page at a priest about secret Vatican knowledge, and almost nothing else happening other than that, other than vague and cryptic hints that something dangerous was going to happen in 7 months...?

That would be a weird thing for anybody to try to sell.  But that actually happened.  They published that!   There was a whole essay by Nicieza as to what they were trying to achieve, and Robertson drew it very carefully for his style at that time, and Ellis does his whole research dump thing and it all just ends up being this ... this thing.

What were they trying to do with that cover?  What was this?  Why was this???

Valiant Reader

 

The Valiant Reader.  This was a 75 cent comic that would help aspiring Valiant readers to catch up on the history of the Valiant universe.  Marvel used to do these too-- they published a comic called Marvel Saga.  That was back when comics continuity was a thing that the market cared about more.  That time's gone, I guess. I'd rather the books be accessible for new readers or casual readers.  But... at the same time, I'd be lying if I didn't say this kind of thing didn't have some appeal to me back when.

HardCORPS

 

But jeezle-peets, those characters.  The Hard Corps.  "They're a corp of men who are hard"--?  Okay, well, that one actually sounds pretty great / wet.

ActionGirl

 

Action Girl.  This was an anthology of all-ages comics made by female cartoonists, run by Sarah Dyer, I think.  This issue featured Dyer, Chynna Clugston-Major, Marl Schaal, Eela Lavin and Elizabeth Watasin.

ConcreteJungle

 

Another Fabian Nicieza-era Acclaim comic, written by Christopher Priest and drawn by James Fry.  Nicieza seemed to have gotten behind Christopher Priest in a way that other people didn't-- you ended up with his all-time Quantum & Woody issues, at least. This comic, I couldn't make heads or tails out of it when I came across it, so I re-read-- it's the start of a superhero crime novel about mayors, preachers, and other lowlifes intertwined in a mystery arising from their mutual corruption.  Very James Ellroy influenced, cynical, seemingly very personal-- the letter page in the first issue talks about murdered friends and Priest reflecting on having a gun pulled on him; a super-dense introduction but in a voice with a certain flavor to it...  This feels like it could have become something (though the book's late swerve into superhero territory seemed like it could have equally been a bit of a bummer and missed opportunity-- the corruption city-politics in the book is the more interesting material, at least.)

#2 never came out; cancelled before #1 even shipped. Priest:

Concrete Jungle was a labor of cynical joy.  It was a series about bad guys and worse guys, a warped and demented view of life in Brooklyn New York among politicians and cops.  I was dizzy with glee writing it, and artist James Fry who lived in Brooklyn and is the son of a NY cop) delivered the goods in spades.  We were convinced Concrete Jungle would be a milestone in our career: our ticket out of obscurity and onto the A-List of sought-after talent.  Then we were cancelled before we even got started.  Which, actually, is the story of my life.  This should be engraved on my tombstone.

It's kind of a bummer.

Xero

 

Looking at that comic lead me backwards to some other Priest obscurities-- this is the one that stood out.  I remembered Xero existed but man, I didn't remember this comic being as cool as I found this issue.  This was a pretty cool little comic-- Priest and ChrisCross doing horror-tinged action comics.   I want to say Priest was trying to get this off the ground at DC for some years-- maybe there's info about it on his webpage but I haven't checked yet.

Xerop1

 

They do these narration boxes throughout that are white text in black boxes-- neat effect; I'm into those, at least.

I don't know-- Priest was just a fun writer.  Even on thankless books like Steel, you'd find a real engagement with the world around him...

Steelp2

 

While at the same time, he'd have a sense of visual storytelling and making comics fun to look at...

Steelpage

 

Here's Steel going apeshit for five pages at the end of some issue, venting what I want to say are several issues worth of frustrations.

Xero came out during a weird time with DC where they were just throwing these weird books out one after another, a lot of them just to keep titles alive.  Mike Baron's Hawk & Dove, or the Steve Grant - John Paul Leon Challengers of the Unknown (with great Matt Hollingsworth colors).  I guess Xero got lost in that deluge for me, but that's the one I want to go back and re-explore out of all of these...

Gen13

 

Adam Warren's Gen13.  This was when Adam Warren got on my radar-- I'd missed out on Dirty Pair or whatever.  This was a fun run, though-- Warren had been handed a book people had stopped caring about, and just went on a joyride.  A lot of nods to Hong Kong movies, anime, all the shit that was bubbling in 1990-whatever...

Heretic

 

Heretic was a superhero comic that came out from a Dark Horse sub-imprint that never got off the ground called Blanc Noir, memorable now only for having launched Jason Pearson's Body Bags.  It was a sub-imprint built around that whole Gaijin Studios crew that got cancelled pretty early on...

BlancNoir

 

I think The Heretic was the second and last book they published.  The back matter includes hype for Adam Hughes and Cully Hamner comics that, to my limited recollection, would never come out.

The character on the cover is called Mister Sister-- a character who is half-brother and half-sister, divided in half.

Interview

 

This was an issue of Comics Talk that featured an interview with Greg Capullo-- I think on the cusp of his very first run on Spawn with Grant Morrison, right after he'd left X-Force.  This just was fun for me, remembering how before the internet, how many different outlets there were that would sell interviews with mainstream comic creators to fans.  It wasn't just Wizard or the Comics Journal or Comics Interview-- there were all these interview things because CBR or whatever didn't exist yet.  Comics Scene, Heros Illustrated, who knows what else I'm forgetting...

You'd think the fact they were selling it would mean that the interviews would be fun or weird, but it's seriously and without exaggeration just Capullo talking about money:  "I've heard that Valiant pays $6,000 up front to a penciller before he puts a pencil to paper, and then royalties."  Like, they were selling interviews with Greg Capullo about Valiant's payment structure...!  And I was so into comics at whatever age that I was like, "Hell yeah-- tell me more!  Tell me more about that royalty structure, Greg Capullo! I want to know anything there is about comic books!  What are the tax implications, Greg Capullo?  WHAT ARE THE TAX IMPLICATIONS???"

Haha, oh man, I was a shitty kid. Life well spent...!  Yeah!

In conclusion and summation, sometimes, comic critics, you hear us say, "Well, I'd rather see that guy do more of his own work."

We don't really ever say that about Jim Lee, though.

Arriving 6/25/14

No one is pulling any punches this week. We have a huge array of returning favorites with DEADLY CLASS, MS. MARVEL, BATMAN, STRAY BULLETS, TREES and, of course, SAGA. Plus some big debuts with Robert Kirkman and Paul Azaceta's OUTCAST and Geoff Johns and John Romita, Jr. taking the reigns of SUPERMAN. There is so much more that it would be foolish to try and list up here when you can just click the link and see what all is coming your way this week!

24 #3 7TH SWORD #3 ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN #14 ALIEN LEGION UNCIVIL WAR #1 (OF 4) ALL NEW DOOP #3 (OF 5) ALL NEW GHOST RIDER #4 ALL NEW ULTIMATES #4 ALL STAR WESTERN #32 AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #3 ANMN AMAZING WORLD OF GUMBALL #1 AQUAMAN #32 AVENGERS UNDERCOVER #6 ANMN BATMAN #32 (ZERO YEAR) BATMAN 66 #12 BATMAN BEYOND UNIVERSE #11 BATMAN ETERNAL #12 BRASS SUN #2 (OF 6) BRAVEST WARRIORS #21 CARTOON NETWORK SUPER SECRET CRISIS WAR #1 (OF 5) CATWOMAN #32 CHEW #42 CLIVE BARKERS NIGHTBREED #2 CONAN THE AVENGER #3 COWL #2 CROSSED BADLANDS #56 DEADLY CLASS #6 DEADPOOL VS CARNAGE #4 (OF 4) DEXTER DOWN UNDER #5 (OF 5) DREAM POLICE #3 DREAM THIEF ESCAPE #1 EMILY & THE STRANGERS BREAKING RECORD #1 FANTASTIC FOUR #6 SIN FLASH #32 FLASH GORDON #3 FUSE #5 GHOST #5 GHOSTBUSTERS #17 GOD IS DEAD #15 GODZILLA RULERS OF THE EARTH #13 GOON ONE FOR THE ROAD ONESHOT GUARDIANS OF GALAXY #16 HOW I MADE THE WORLD ONE SHOT ILLEGITIMATES #6 (OF 6) INJUSTICE GODS AMONG US YEAR TWO #6 INVINCIBLE #112 JUSTICE LEAGUE #31 JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK #32 KING CONAN CONQUEROR #5 (OF 6) LARFLEEZE #12 LETTER 44 #7 MARK WAID GREEN HORNET #13 MARS ATTACKS FIRST BORN #2 (OF 4) MARVEL UNIVERSE ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #27 SYU MASS EFFECT FOUNDATION #12 MASSIVE #24 MEGA MAN #38 MERCENARY SEA #5 MERCY SPARX #6 MIDAS FLESH #7 (OF 8) MIND MGMT #23 MS MARVEL #5 MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC #20 NEW 52 FUTURES END #8 (WEEKLY) NEW AVENGERS #20 ANMN NEW AVENGERS ANNUAL #1 ANMN NEW WARRIORS #6 ORDINARY #2 (OF 3) ORIGINAL SIN #3.1 ORIGINAL SINS #2 (OF 5) OUTCAST BY KIRKMAN & AZACETA #1 PETER PANZERFAUST #19 RACHEL RISING #26 RED LANTERNS #32 REVIVAL #21 RITUAL THREE VILE DECAY RUSH CLOCKWORK ANGELS #3 SAGA #20 SAVAGE HULK #1 SECRET ORIGINS #3 SERENITY LEAVES ON THE WIND #6 (OF 6) SEX #14 SHADOWMAN END TIMES #3 (OF 3) SINESTRO #3 SKULLKICKERS #28 SOLAR MAN O/T ATOM #3 SOVEREIGN #4 SPIDER-MAN SPECTACULAR #1 STAR WARS LEGACY II #16 STAR WARS REBEL HEIST #3 (OF 4) STRAY BULLETS THE KILLERS #4 SUPERMAN #32 TOMB RAIDER #5 TRANSFORMERS MORE THAN MEETS EYE #30 DAWN O/T AUTOBOTS TRANSFORMERS WINDBLADE #3 (OF 4) DAWN O/T AUTOBOTS TREES #2 TUROK DINOSAUR HUNTER #5 UNCANNY AVENGERS #21 ANMN UNDERTOW #5 CVR A TRAKHANOV WOLVERINE #9 X-FILES SEASON 10 #13 X-FORCE #6 X-O MANOWAR #26 CVR A REG

Books/Mags/Things ABC WARRIORS MEK FILES HC VOL 01 AMANDA HOCKING THE HOLLOWS GN BATMAN DETECTIVE COMICS HC VOL 04 THE WRATH (N52) BATMAN DETECTIVE COMICS TP VOL 03 EMPEROR PENGUIN (N52) BEFORE WATCHMEN OZYMANDIAS CRIMSON CORSAIR TP DEAD BODY ROAD TP DEAD BOY DETECTIVES TP VOL 01 SCHOOLBOY TERRORS DEATH SENTENCE HC DISENCHANTED TP VOL 01 EC JOE ORLANDO JUDGMENT DAY HC EXTINCTION PARADE TP VOL 01 INJUSTICE GODS AMONG US TP VOL 01 JUDGE DREDD MEGAZINE #348 LIBRETTO TP VOL 01 VAMPIRISM MASSIVE TP VOL 03 LONGSHIP MMW HUMAN TORCH TP VOL 01 MODESTY BLAISE TP VOL 24 YOUNG MISTRESS MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDS FOREVER TP VOL 01 NEW AVENGERS PREM HC VOL 03 OTHER WORLDS PIRATES I/T HEARTLAND HC VOL 01 CLAY WILSON PREVIEWS #310 JULY 2014 SHADOW MASTER SERIES TP VOL 02 SIN CITY A DAME TO KILL FOR HC SIX GUN GORILLA TP SLAINE LORD OF THE BEASTS TP SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN TEAM-UP TP VOL 02 SUPERIOR SIX TARZAN BURNE HOGARTHS LORD OF JUNGLE HC TOM STRONG AND THE PLANET OF PERIL TP UNFABULOUS FIVE HC

 

As always, what do YOU think?

"Make A NECKTIE With His TONGUE!" COMICS! Sometimes You Can't Put Lipstick On A Bat!

Well what with all the IT hilarity I don't know whether this will be here tomorrow but let's live for today and look at some Batman comics. That's what they mean, right, when they say live each day like there's no tomorrow, right? They mean read some Batman comics. I mean if people seriously lived life for the moment then there'd be no societal infrastructure and stuff would just never get done; you know what folk are like they would be be looting, murdering and rutting like dogs in the street. It'd be like a prison riot but the whole world would be the prison. Now I think about it, Live each day like there's no tomorrow is some pretty shitty advice. Um, it's very hot here today. Look...it's BATMAN! Well, Damian Son of Batman anyway.  photo TotTCovB_zps427c0c27.jpg By Kubert, Anderson & Napolitano

Anyway, this... DAMIAN SON OF BATMAN #2, 3 & 4 Art by Andy Kubert Written by Andy Kubert Coloured by Brad Anderson Lettered by Nick Napolitano Cover by Andy Kubert & Brad Anderson Batman created by Bob Kane with Bill Finger DC Comics $3.99 each (2014)

 photo DSoBCov4B_zpsae5b88a7.jpg

Due to the vagaries of my comics receipt system I only read three out of the four issues of this series so maybe the first issue totally set up some kind of scenario justifying what appeared to be a beautifully illustrated mish-mash of dream lucidity and bestial sadism. I quite liked the childish story logic; at one point Alfred keels over and dies and his spirit starts talking through the Batcave cat (Nanananananananana…Batcat!) without any explanation whatsoever. Damian Son of Batman is a flexible sort and takes this in his stride, being thereafter advised and supported by a talking cat hosting the spirit of Alfred Pennyworth; clearly a thing of great awesomeness.

 photo DSoBCoolBeansB_zps2d62ea62.jpg By Kubert, Anderson & Napolitano

A thing of considerably somewhat less awesomeness is the brutality of the book. This reaches a crescendo of idiocy when Damian Son of Batman goes to rescue Batman (Nanananananananana…Batdad!) from a Faux- Joker (Real Joker we are told being permanently indisposed) and Damian Son of Batman gets a tight grip on Faux-Joker’s sternum and pops him open like a big old taco filled with man guts. That splashy bit of magic is in service to what I guess is the point of the series: even under the greatest of duress Damian Son of Batman surprises himself and won’t cross that line (you know; That Line) and kill. This is slightly undermined by the fact that even a medical cretin like myself knows that Faux-Joker will die of shock or bleed out in about ten minutes. Luckily Real Joker (permanency not being what it was these days; this series truly makes no sense) shows up to shoot Faux-Joker in the head before this happens. Tah-dah! No Blood on Damian Son of Batman’s gloves. Totally not his fault. That’s some weaselly shit right there, folks! Yeah, I know that in the Golden Age Batman routinely used to saw people’s legs off and kick them around like a screaming football in front of an orphanage while giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, and yet I remain steadfast in my belief that asking why Batman doesn’t kill says more about the questioner than it does about any imaginary paper vigilante. But I guess I can see why people might wonder because I’m not sure if anyone knows what the point of Batman is anymore.

 photo DSoBNotDeadB_zps9eb1e54a.jpg By Kubert, Anderson & Napolitano

At the end of this comic a family are threatened at gunpoint and Batman saves them. Usually that’d be it but not here; here Batman only saves them after the mother has been shot in the head (in front of her kids; oh yeah, comics!). What? Yes men get killed but that's different (they're men). So, y’know, Batman saves some of them and the rest are doomed to a future of coping and trauma (but we don’t see that bit, that bit would be realistic but it’s not sexy like seeing a mother slaughtered in front of her children like she’s cattle is; that’s sexy time right there. Mothers shot in the head?; did it just get hot in here or is it me? I only came to read the meter! MiaoooW! Christ, put that thing away, I was being sarcastic. What the Hell is wrong with you people out there?) I guess that happens because it’d be unrealistic (childish, even) to expect Batman to save everyone. Realism of course being the core component of a series about a rich lunatic dressed as a bat solving problems with violence.

 photo DSoBNopeB_zpsa1532e21.jpg By Kubert, Anderson & Napolitano

Seriously, the writing just shanks this whole thing so very, very badly and I was, I honestly was, predisposed to like this Why? Because Batman! A Kubert! Self-contained series! And because visually this series was right up my (crime) alley being a totally, outrageously opulent parade of images the sumptuousness of which distracted from any panel to panel failings or any slight suspicion that the detail sought to mask some basic structural problems. Even the colouring here is just crazy-good with subtle layering effects giving things almost an extra dimension and just a lovely, textured, pastelly finish to everything. It’s even printed on paper like they had back when you could hold open doors without being spat at. Paper! The kind of paper that if you pissed on it would absorb the piss rather than the piss just bouncing off and back at you like it does might with that chemical shit most comics are printed on. That stuff’s paper like hot dogs are meat. I’m hiding it well so only my nearest and dearest could tell but I’ll come clean: the mix of the silly but fizzy verve of a Bob Haney and the thuggishly humourless carnage just fell flat for me. Like uncooked ground beef drizzled with Maple Syrup the combination of elements in Damian Son Of Batman was just a bad idea all round and was AWFUL!

Nananananananananana...COMICS!!!

Ow, sorry, timewarp!

Backstage problems here at SavCrit, and everything that was posted in the last 97 days just got deleted. The GOOD news is it is in service of getting rid of the damn spam (though, that will still be a bit more time, but it IS being actively worked on) It is possible (?) that John K and Jeff and Abhay all wrote things in Word first, and can restore their posts, but I'm not going to bet on it.  I know I sure as heck didn't! Still, happy thoughts, right?

I am SO close to being done with the main parts of back issue project at the new store that is soaking virtually all of my time (I just started pricing "SUperman" this morning, just eleven more long boxes to go! Though only three of those are bagged & boarded this second...), and once I've squared away the last few bits of things that exist there, my next major goal is resuming regular reviews from me here at the Critic.  Third quarter sometime, but don't be shocked if it's closer on the Sept side than the Jul side.

Anyway, regular content returning from me Pretty Soon(tm), and I really want to thank Abhay and John (Especially!) for holding down the fort for me here. And I really miss Jeff & Graeme, too, but the need more than someone who was treating this as a secondary interest.

GUILTY, but, like I said, things are changing.  This timewarp is just a sad and stupid manifestation.

 

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“I Ran ‘em!” COMICS! Sometimes Even The Flash looks Like An Aimless Dawdler In Comparison!

The comics I’m on about this week were not only originally published before you were born they were originally published before I was born; well, just. Tasty! They feature a man who can run really fast but instead of fighting crime and talking killer gorillas he instead wins races in bleak Northern towns purely for his own satisfaction. Somewhere in that comparison I think there lurks the crux of the difference between the American and English characters. Best not to dwell on it, eh?  photo TotTYankB_zps41173eca.jpg

Anyway, this… VICTOR: THE BEST OF ALF TUPPER THE TOUGH OF THE TRACK Art by Pete Sutherland(?) Written by Gilbert Lawford Dalton(?) Edited by Morris Heggie Foreword by Brendan Foster CBE Alf Tupper The Tough of The Track created by Bill Blaine £12.99, Prion Books (2012) Collects Tough of The Track strips from the boy’s weekly Victor circa the ‘60s and ‘70s and some one pager sports quizzes, puzzles etc.

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I bought this book from one of those remaindered book places that have cut price art supplies, paperbacks three for two, misery lit by the ton, Nana Thingy from The Only Way is Essex’ biography and, comics-wise, maybe one How To Draw Manga book stuffed in the wrong place with the cover bent back, and that’s if you’re lucky, mate. As witnesses to my charmed and wholly frictionless life so far will attest I am nothing if not lucky and so it was little wonder that recently I chanced upon one such shop that had a whole wall of trade paperbacks. Alas, on closer inspection it turned out there was a reason they were in the remaindered book shop. However, I will practically sprain something avoiding leaving such a book centred scenario empty handed and so, after a bit of hunting about, here we are with Victor: The Best of Tough of The Track. I see a lot of blank faces out there; don’t worry I’d never heard of it before either.

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It turns out Victor: Tough of The Track isn’t the name of a comic about someone called Victor who is an enforcer for a bookie but is in fact the name of a comic strip about a man called Alf Tupper who lived to run. It started in 1949 in Rover before crossing over to Victor. For foreign visitors to these shores I should point out that both Rover and Victor were British boys weekly periodicals; a mix of text features, prose stories and comic strips. There was a sexual apartheid enforced by comics of the time with boys weeklies and girls weeklies being distinct and never the twain should meet lest certain ‘tendencies’ manifest themselves. The boys’ publications usually had manly and rugged names often suggesting chivalrous notions or failing that animals which could take your face off e.g. Hotspur, Valiant, Eagle, Tiger and Lion. These thoroughly decent and upstanding comics were just before my time; my time being more the time of Action, Battle, 2000AD etc. These latter were more rough and tumble with a far more pronounced emphasis on pictures than text. Victor and its papery brethren were comparatively staid with most of Brit comics’ signature anarchic energy diverted off into separate humour titles e.g. Whizzer & Chips, Buster, Beano, Shiver & Shake and The Dandy. I don’t know the years these all appeared or ended but I remember they all existed with more besides. Christ, even a massive sociopath like me is getting all blurry eyed thinking of all the comics that once graced the newsagents of this land. Plentiful like the buffalo they were, albeit somewhat easier to fit between Tit-Bits and The People’s Friend. Anyway all this maundering eldster stuff was just a bit of local colour for context and to prepare you for the revelation that Alf Tupper isn’t a fascistic future cop, a big shark with a hook in his jaw or a maniac hunting the Japanese Army in the jungles of Burma; he’s a working class lad who lives to run in races.

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Readers expending far more thought on this than I have will have noted the date of publication and the subject matter and concluded correctly that the spur to this collection was the then imminent Olympic Games. In 2012 these Games were held in the United Kingdom. It’s a closely guarded secret but they took up most of the country because England consists only of London and a thin strip of land two miles wide called T’North before you hit Scotland. For several months the entire English population not employed in catering and prostitution was relocated by draughty trucks to cling to the coastline in bed & breakfasts while people from all over the world gathered to see who could throw things farthest, move quickest, boo David Cameron hardest and, more importantly, to stop the country from going bankrupt by buying lots of those big sponge hands. You’ve probably guessed that when it comes to sport I have more interest in the Repeal of The Corn Laws. (And I have no interest in The Repeal of The Corn Laws.) Reading this book though I learned a lot about running. Previously I thought this was something you did only when being chased by someone with a knife but apparently people do it for fun. Yes, running is a sport apparently. According to Tough of The Track running is all about spurting and timing your spurt correctly; spurting too soon is disastrous leading as it does to a humiliating and early washout and it’s best not to be carried away by another’s rhythm and rather to always spurt on your own terms when you are good and ready thus ensuring a satisfactory finish. Some useful life lessons there via running from Alf Tupper The Tough of The Track.

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It’s not all about running though as that would be a pretty boring way to fill these pages. Essentially it seems each episode was the same; every week Alf Tupper ran a race and every week Alf Tupper would win that race. Okay, that’s not strictly true, but even when he lost Alf won. See “The Winner Came Fourth!” herein. It’ll all make sense in context. Races? Alf ran ‘em. Records? Alf beat ‘em. While repetition was a hallmark of Brit comics strips there was always some form of variety. Before he ran every race Alf had to get to it first and the obstacles in the plucky tyke’s way provided the variations on the strip’s theme and judging by this book they could get quite outlandish. There’s the challenging but plausible time Alf was involved in a car smash and had to carry the driver to help through a snowstorm before running and winning his race; there’s the time he stowed away to go to “Rakovia”, was arrested as a spy, beaten and interrogated before running and winning his race; there’s the time he interrupted his race to use his welding skills to help save a trapped man from a collapsing chimney stack and then, naturally, resumed his race; there’s the time he scoffed a steak which had been drugged to prevent a whippet from…look I’m not making any of these up (not even the whippet) and I haven’t even got to the dastardly French kidnap plot or the ghost hoax to save a stables. And Alf Tupper takes all this stuff in his stride.

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In fact Alf takes everything in his stride. He routinely breaks records and wins prestigious races and the second his chest breaks the tape he’s off back home. Because it’s all about the run for Alf. If there’s a picture of Alf lifting a trophy or accepting a cheque in this book I don’t remember it. There’s definitely no standing atop a podium with paid ladies rubbing themselves against him like cats on a scratching post while gouts of champagne froth pumps jizzilly from a celebratory bottle of plonk. No, for Alf Tupper the race and the win are enough. It’s the kind of attitude you’d never find in a professional athlete today but is exactly the attitude you’d would want to instil in kids yesterday. As I somewhat vaguely alluded earlier Victor was amongst the last wave of Brit comics which sought to ‘improve’ its audience. (Given this it is strangely remiss of Victor not to note that Kids choosing to follow Alf’s regimen of very little sleep and heavy fish suppers before racing would almost certainly die. Or at least vomit copiously. Have you ever tried to get vomit out of corduroy?) Alf’s practically monastic lifestyle is borne out of a child’s conception of adulthood. Alf has his trade in welding and this gives him money for his fish’n’chips which in turn gives him the fuel to pursue his love of running. There are no significant females in this strip or in Alf’s life (they appear only in official roles; a policewoman, a landlady, a nurse etc) as the intended audience would be only too well aware that girls are icky and just get in the way of the important stuff; the running. Because some kids back then would have been into the running thing the same way some kids today are into the sitting in chairs and virtually killing people thing. I’m not saying one’s better than the other as that’s not for me to say but I guess we’ll find out next time one of those kids is chased by someone with a knife. As a character Alf Tupper is what used to be called “salt of the earth” and “big hearted”; that is he’s always ready to lend a hand and has a heart bigger than his brain. But Alf Tupper’s real appeal to kids is his freedom. It’s the kind of freedom that comes from being a simple man with simple needs; a kip, some grub and a race to run. The kind of freedom that can only exist on a page.

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As well as the portrait of a plucky bloke these strips also present the portrait of a time now gone. There are still bomb craters from the war in which Alf can indulge in some al fresco welding, there are still Municipal baths in which Alf can wash for a couple of pennies, there’s a colliery town and the colliery’s still active, there are cobbled streets, there are horses and carts vying with cars for roadspace, there are railway arches, posh folk in blazers, fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, newspapers themselves, men in macs with little hats and toothbrush moustaches and all of this and all of that and all of the things that made that time then and not now. As far as I can tell (see below) it’s Pete Sutherland who illustrates all this and he does so in a style which is blunt and direct at all times. That is not to say it is dull and without character; Alf has the appealingly open mien of a young James Bolam and the England around him is realistically dour but with a nonetheless stubbornly chipper air. It's scruffy and vigorous stuff as befits the depiction of a vigorous scruff. The unfussy nature of the art is perfectly suited to the humdrum setting. Whether through stylistic choice or fortunate happenstance the lack of embellishment in Sutherland’s art inadvertently provides a credible and valuable visual snapshot of British life at that time. It’s a truer portrait of Britain in the ‘60s and ‘70s than all that tinselly shit about swinging and Mini Coopers that actually had a hard time gaining traction beyond the capital. Bizarrely though for someone illustrating a strip about runners Sutherland draws the daintiest feet I have ever seen on the end of male legs. These are some petite plates of meat is what I’m saying there.

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Physically this is a nice volume with hard covers and stiff paper pages which emit that oddly appealing aroma familiar to those unafraid to stick their nose right into the book like it’s a big lovely flower. The images are really crisp and production value wise I’d have to say they’ve done Alf Tupper proud. Unfortunately they haven’t done his creators proud. I had to go and get the Internet out of bed to learn that Bill Blaine created the character and the strip was written by Gilbert Lawford Dalton and illustrated by Pete Sutherland. Having had a further poke about there were plenty of other artists who worked on Tough of The Track but the art in this book seems consistent throughout and I’d say it was all Pete Sutherland’s work. As for the writing your guess is as good as mine, possibly better. In any normal book the authors get a bit of blurb at the back and I don’t see why comics authors should be any different. This failing keeps the book more in the Nostalgia section rather than the Comics History section. I know folk get all shirty when I go on about creators getting their due, because somehow they think I think this makes me better than other people. It doesn’t; I just naturally am better than other people. But I will say this; it’s going to be hard for Comics to have a History if no one knows who did what and when. Gripes aside, I enjoyed this book more than I thought. I imagined a joyless trudge through inert relics of a sad past but it was truly interesting and not a little entertaining in that unassumingly daft way Brit comics once had. In the end, as ever, Alf Tupper ran ‘em. He ran ‘em all. And that’s GOOD!

I’ll just get my head down for forty winks then a quick supper from the chippie and I’ll see what I can do about some – COMICS!!!!

"And If There's No News...I'll Go Out And Bite A Dog!" MOVIES! Sometimes You Can All Komodo My Place And We’ll Watch Some Stuff!

Okay, there’s nothing happening in my head comics wise at the moment. But I wanted to chuck some content up so here’s some stuff about movies. The earliest one here was made in 1947 and the latest one was broadcast a week ago so something for everyone? Highly unlikely. photo runBondrunB_zpsecce8b2d.jpg Anyway, this… QUIRKE: Season 1, Episode 1: CHRISTINE FALLS Directed by John Alexander Adapted by Andrew Davies Based on the book by John Banville (writing as Benjamin Black) Starring: Gabriel Byrne, Nick Dunning, Janet Moran, Brian Gleeson, Geraldine Somerville, Michael Gambon etc Music by Rob Lane BBC, 2014

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Christine Falls is the first in a trio of newly minted BBC Benjamin Black adaptations; Benjamin Black is the pen name used by John Banville when he’s writing entertainment rather than award winning literature. (No, I don’t know why he feels the need to separate the two.) Now, I haven’t read either his (John Banville’s) literature or his (Benjamin Black’s) entertainment but on screen Christine Falls was one of those dour detective things in which even when the sun is shining it seems like it isn’t. It’s set in Ireland during The Age of Men in Hats and revolves around Gabriel Byrne’s drunken disaster of a pathologist sticking his nose where he shouldn’t and then wishing really, really hard that he hadn’t. It involves family secrets, kids and The Church and since this is Ireland and everything’s shot like we’re in someone’s bowels you can bet it’s not going to be about how The Church and kids are a good mix. The Beeb appeared to have strategically blown most of the budget on Gabriel Byrne and Michael Gambon, thus leaving necessity to mother invention via zooming in on people’s noses for the duration of a conversation or having a close up of some water dripping with rain SFX sizzling on the soundtrack to suggest a storm; it’s the kind of TV thing where Boston is one house, two cars and a coastal road and it works because there’s a strong plot and quality acting taking the strain.

Actually, the biggest problem was nothing to do with the budget but rather the running time. A whole heck of a lot happened over 90 minutes with nary a breath being drawn between each incident. As a result the very hallmarks of this type of fiction (intricate interconnectedness; historical wrongs presented in a fictional context; the past coming back to bite; hero beaten up), seemed more than a little credulity suffocating. Obviously, Television is better than books because you can see things and hear things without any effort on your part but books do have the edge in that over a couple of hundred pages you can pace the proceedings as you like; something this dense probably reads a lot better than it views. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t terrible or anything, just flawed. I certainly did appreciate the way it didn’t end with someone falling off a building in slow motion or exploding in space but instead went with a complete, and deserved, trepanning of the initial cliché of the cheeky and sexually alluring drunken rogue of a hero. I know it’s tricky sticking a book on the screen but they had a fair crack at it here; the worst I can say is it could have done with a bit more running time to stretch its legs in. That’s not bad so I guess it was GOOD!

BUILD MY GALLOWS HIGH (AKA OUT OF THE PAST) Directed by Jaques Tourneur Screenplay by Daniel Mainwaring (with James M Cain & Frank Fenton) Based on the novel by Daniel Mainwaring Starring: Robert Mitchum, Jane Greer, Kirk Douglas, Rhonda Fleming, Richard Webb etc Music by Roy Webb RKO, 1947

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This is a noir and other folk with more time on their hands can argue about how noir it is. Me, I reckon it’s none more noir; maybe it could do with a bit more German Expressionism but then any expressionism is a bonus when Robert Mitchum’s involved. A joke there; I like Old Bob, he might not have been a great actor but he was always a great Robert Mitchum and the way he plays this patsy to Fate (casually doomed; like an exhausted man spending 90 minutes sliding resignedly off wreckage and into the sea) is just right. Mitchum plays a guy who’s both clever and honest but not enough of either to save himself from Jane Greer’s bright eyed moral vacuum. Everybody else in the film may be a better actor but this movie is Mitchum’s and while Mitchum always looked like he was smuggling a side of beef under his shirt in this movie his presence is positively titanic. So much so that even Kirk Douglas (Kirk Douglas, yet!) looks small, seeming to scamper nattily (and nastily) around Mitchum’s stolid menhir, as Greer’s decidedly fatale femme sneers from the sidelines. This is the movie where Mitchum talks about dying being okay as long as you die last and it’s also the movie where Mitchum says “Baby, I don’t care” so hard the whole world goes weak at the knees. I watched this on the BBC and the print was shocking but that didn’t matter; this is a great film. It’s a great movie about lies and where they lead and yet it’s a movie that’s honest enough to end with a lie setting someone free. And it’s a lie from someone who can’t speak. Like I said; none more noir. I’m a laugh a minute kind of guy and I thought Build My Gallows High was EXCELLENT!

THE WORLD’S END Directed by Edgar Wright Written by Edgar Wright & Simon Pegg Starring Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Eddie Marsan, Paddy Considine, Martin Freeman, Rosamund Pike etc Music by Steven Price Universal, 2013

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For around three quarters of The World’s End’s run time the slick and inventive direction, skilfully affable acting and fairly amusing jokes (“A poo?” Other bits. ) enabled me to concentrate on the amusing relocation of one of my favourite genre tropes (no spoilers!) to a refreshingly bucolic and familiar setting, and to do so largely to the exclusion of my teeth baring dislike of the menopausal male nostalgia elements it wallowed in so jocularly. And then there was the final half hour. Now, I don’t make movies for a living but it appears self-evident to me that in much the same way as it’s wise to leave the house only after ensuring your cock isn’t hanging out it’s also advisable to have an ending written before you start filming. Otherwise the results are likely to be EH! However, My Lady of Infinite Patience liked it far more than I did so maybe I was just that way out. I understand I can be quite mercurial at times so I could be wrong about this one (TWIST: I’m not).

ACE IN THE HOLE Directed by Billy Wilder Written by Billy Wilder, Lesser Samuels & Walter Newman (from a story by Victor Desny) Starring: Kirk Douglas, Jan Sterling, Robert Arthur, Porter Hall, Frank Cady, Richard Benedict, Ray Teal etc Music by Hugo Friedhofer Paramount Pictures, 1951

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It’s tempting to get my Elitism on and taunt the modern viewer by pointing to this movie as evidence that at one time a blockbuster movie, rather than consisting of things hitting each other, could be an examination of the world its audience inhabited so intelligent, incisive and entertaining that it would remain all those things some sixty-three years later. Tempting but untrue, because there’s a lie in there; Ace In The Hole wasn’t a blockbuster. Oh, it should have been a blockbuster; they intended it to be a blockbuster. It had Billy Wilder as director and co-writer, it had a star in Kirk Douglas and the money thrown at it is all on screen. But the money is mostly on show in the form of an expensive mine set to trap Richard Benedict in for the film’s duration; the money is largely spent on making a dark cramped place. And Kirk Douglas, the star, portrays a man with a dark cramped soul; he plays a disgraced reporter (Chuck Tatum; oh man, those old timey names) willing to do almost anything to get back in with the Big City boys; willing even to exploit a man’s tragedy for his own gain. Pretty soon he finds that there’s no almost in it for nearly everyone else around him and it’s not long until everyone is involved in a vortex of sociopathic self-interest and events start to outpace even Chuck Tatum and his fancy footwork.

In the end Tatum finds out that as far as he’s willing to go, others are willing to go further as long as the tab’s picked up by somebody else. And as dreadful as he is (and he is; he’s a real stinker) Tatum still comes out best as all the decent characters prove ineffectual and it’s only Douglas’ character who has a modicum of self-awareness. He actually has to think about how to exploit the situation but for everyone else it’s instinctive. And it’s the most natural of these natural predators, Jan Sterling’s simultaneously satanically self-interested and self-pitying house frau, in whom Tatum decisively meets his match. Wilder didn’t get away with it with Ace in The Hole; he had got away with it in the past because he’d directed his scathing blasts at drunks (Lost Weekend), insurance men (Double Indemnity) and Hollywood (Sunset Blvd); targets Joe Public could disdain without cost. But Ace in The Hole holds up everyone as either a fool or a fraud and it isn’t too particular about stepping on toes. Ace in The Hole leaves a nasty taste in even the dullest of mouths. So Joe Public politely declined and Billy Wilder found out that sometimes you can go too far. I imagine Kirk Douglas survived okay; he was made of stronger stuff; he was made of Kirk Douglas stuff. But Billy Wilder wasn’t. Ace in The Hole’s reception took the wind out of Wilder’s sails for a good few years and his output took a turn for the more comedic. Billy Wilder bit the hand that fed him and paid the price. But that was in the short term and while it’s no comfort to the deceased Billy Wilder it is still a fact that in 2014 A.D. I watched Ace in The Hole and it was EXCELLENT! See, tastes may change but misanthropy don’t date. You can still almost hear Chuck Tatum laughing in the Hell he damned himself to.

SKYFALL Directed by Sam Mendes Written by Neal Purvis, Robert Wade & John Logan. Based on characters created by Ian Fleming Starring: Daniel Craig, Dame Judi Dench, Javier Bardem, Ralph Fiennes, Naomie Harris, Berenice Marlohe, Albert Finney, Ben Whishaw, Rory Kinnear etc… Music by Thomas Newman 007 Theme by Monty Norman MGM & Sony Pictures, 2012

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Every now and then I wonder what it’s like to root for The Establishment so I watch a James Bond film. This is a modern one so James Bond is played by a sexy knuckle and every shot is slathered in mustards or teal so that we can pretend this is more serious than a Roger Moore Bond film. It isn’t though. The best bit in this one was when James Bond (played by an aerobicised to within an inch of his life Sid James) sees a Komodo dragon and reacts like a delighted child all pointing index fingers and popping eyes. It was just a split second but it was a great split second. That doesn’t mean there weren’t any other good bits because there were, and while these usually involved, as ever in Bond, a preposterous plot, fantastic tailoring, ridiculous stunts and (mostly foreign (Boo! Hiss!), sometimes ladies, occasionally foreign ladies) people being killed in thrilling fashion they also included some sturdy performances (Dame Judi Dench kicking ass and taking names; Albert Finney as a violent Father Christmas; the sneaky decency of Ralph Fiennes; Rory Kinnear as a wigless Brian Molko; an eight year old child playing Q; Javier Bardem’s flamboyant bad guy (the damp squib of whose ending was partially redeemed by his earlier removal of his dental plate and the consequent collapsing of his face; just like my old Mum “settling down” for the evening). What with all the guff about how people reckoned ready for the knackers yard still have a bit of spit and vinegar in ‘em Skyfall even came close to having a theme; which is good because the best thing I can say about the actual singing theme is that I didn’t actually notice it. Rumour has it (rumour has it (rumour has it (rumour has it))) it was Adele? Not exactly a great compliment for a James Bond theme there; not remembering it. Other than that though this was polished 21st Century blockbuster brains-off, Up The Queen entertainment, so it was GOO(7)D!

No, I don’t expect you to die, Mr. Bond; I expect you to read some – COMICS!!!

“Sometimes I Ride A Horse Too.” COMICS! Sometimes I’m not Bored, I’m Actually Quite Entertained. But Thanks for Asking, Klytus!

Oh hey, I wrote about some comics. Wonders never cease do they?  photo MingB_zpscf08c7e6.jpgBy Laming, Parker, Boyd & Bowland

Anyway, this… KINGS WATCH #1 to #5 Art by Marc Laming Written by Jeff Parker Coloured by Jordan Boyd Lettered by Simon Bowland Dynamite Comics (2014) $1.99 each on Dark Horse Digital, $3.99 each on Paper Flash Gordon created by Alex Raymond The Phantom created by Lee Falk Mandrake The Magician created by Lee Falk

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Kings Watch (or King’s Watch as it inside the comic) is a five issue attempt by Dynamite to blow the dust off several Kings (no apostrophe) Features characters for the largely bemused perusal of a 21st Century audience. I say largely bemused because while thanks to the joyously tatty energy of the 1980 movie everyone still remembers Flash Gordon his fellow Features have fared less well in the public imagination. Once again neglecting to check with everyone everywhere I feel fairly safe in saying that The Phantom movie of 1996 is not as fondly regarded as Flash’s outing despite the dolorous presence of Patrick McGoohan and the haunting sight of Billy Zane running around the jungle like a muscular grape. As for Mandrake the Magician and the movies I’m afraid even I haven’t a clue, darlings. Comics wise it appears The Phantom has been less dormant than I thought having recently appeared in series published by both Moonstone and Dynamite, and Flash has had a recent series with Alex Ross covers and a readership confined to one nice man in Ottawa. The only movement on the Mandrake front seems to be a newspaper strip collection due to appear before our very eyes shortly. It’s all a bit messy really isn’t it? So, I guess Kings Watch is intended to both streamline and refine these properties with an eye to maximising their potential across a range of multimedia platforms going forward. Or, you know, whatever people in ironic glasses say in rooms with white boards while sipping overpriced coffee bought in from a quaint little bodega down the street. The rest of us should just be concerned with whether these old characters are in are good comics.

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And they are good comics and what helps is that (some of) the characters have had a bit of a remodel for The Now they are intended to inhabit. Flash Gordon and chums require very little refurb with Parker simply, but effectively, updating Flash as a thrill seeking but focus deprived athlete par excellence; Dale remains female and the strange choice is made not to make her a regretful super assassin (“She Could Kill Any Man Alive! But She Could Never Kill The Sadness Inside!”) but rather a level headed, resourceful and strikingly unflappable human being (FFS! Who can relate to that? At least give her guns in her eyes or something!), and Zarkov as the comedy nutter gets most of the laughs via the drunken arrogance which colours his genius so vividly. Having read none of his recent outings I don’t really know how much tinkering Parker had to do but here The Phantom is a mass of scar tissue and arthritic inflammation poured into a bright purple body suit topped off by a domino mask and a zebra patterned truss. He could be a tiresome violent old man type but Parker gives him a nice line in dead pan humour which lightens him up a bit. The character Parker seems to do least to is the one who would seem to require the most tinkering to avoid obsolescence; Mandrake The Magician. Parker doesn’t reinvent him as an “edgy” young street magician or a clapped out old Vegas showman with a tragic past but instead, and remarkably, seems to leave him pretty much untouched. Yes, in King’s Watch Mandrake the Magician remains a magician from back when magicians dressed like the Kaiser was coming to dinner and it wasn’t just serial killers who sawed ladies in half. All this tickling’n’tinkering was just dandy by me because the appealing goofiness of the characters remained; it just wasn’t front and centre like it used to be, that’s all.

 photo KWObserveB_zps47a6fc1b.jpgBy Laming, Parker, Boyd & Bowland

The actual series these characters inhabit may be somewhat stately paced but each issue does contain, in varying but satisfying proportions, an action set piece or two, some engaging character work, a sure sense of progression and, just past the mid-way point, some rather unfortunate developments surprising in both their sweep and suddenness. Let’s just say London’s in it and if London’s in your American genre comic you know that things have probably gone shit side up. The good guys are on the back foot because, unusually for a bad guy, Ming actually has a pretty good plan. He’s quiet droll as well, Ming is, which I liked. Not as much as I liked the fact he wasn’t coloured bright yellow because these properties? Probably a bit of racist baggage, yeah. But Kings Watch deals well with this throughout and the ending subtly recasts things in the direction of greater inclusivity so anyone worrying about all those racist bits from the past of these strips can relax. Unless those were the bits you like, I mean UKIP supporters read comics too; besides The Daily Mail, I mean. Me, I was particularly taken with the bit near the end when everyone realises what they have to do to stop things getting worse and the attendant cost it will inflict on them. I liked this bit not because I love to wallow in other people’s misery (although I do) but because refreshingly there’s no weeping and wailing, there’s no pages of E*M*O*T*I*O*N*S like it’s the backmatter of an Image book, no, they just go and do it because, heroes. Remember those? Well this comic does. Damn straight. With the modern tendency for comics to actually avoid an ending it’s worth noting when one as good as the one here appears.

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Those still awake will note I’ve treated the series as a big lump rather than individually teasing out the art, the writing, the colouring and the lettering. That’s just because I didn’t have time (like Graeme & Jeff I am involved in a Secret Project; mine is Not Getting Sacked, it’s an on-going thing) and also because the fact that the end product was so enjoyable should be testament to the work of all involved. Kings Watch is solid stuff with everyone pulling their weight but no one single contributor showboating and overshadowing the others. Thankfully then there’s no real reason for me to drone on for several hundred grammatically suspect words about Parker’s steady pacing, entertaining characters, or even to single out his unobtrusive humour which seems to occur naturally from the premise, strengthening rather than undermining the drama; nor need I flail desperately about trying to explain why although I still find Laming’s art a little on the stiff side he has come on great guns since I last saw his work on American Century, and that while his art may be more efficient than astounding efficiency is nothing to cock a snook at. Apparently though I do have time to say I thought there could have been a bit more of a stylistic differentiation between the discrete elements of Mongo and Earth to ensure their interaction carried a bit more visual fizz. Hey, I even noticed the colours because some of the FX and palettes really popped on a screen and I say screen because, yes, I continue to force my face into The Future. And because I read Kings Watch in Digital the choice to present most of this series in largely widescreen panels punctuated by the odd splash page for impact worked a treat. Guided View worked fine for most of it and then a bit of manual intervention on the splashes. (Make your own jokes up on that one, knock yourself out. My treat.) Remarkably, old as I am I managed to navigate the thing without soiling myself and crying. Of course I could really do with some advice about how to get images off my tablet and into Photobucket. (I was kind of getting a bit desperate for googled images by the end of this but I think I got away with it.)That would be almost as GOOD! as Kings Watch was.

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Now dispatch War Rocket Ajax and bring me some – COMICS!!!

“The Weaving of Ornate Tapestries Glorifying Our Ancestors and Their Bygone Way of Life." COMICS! Sometimes I Treat You Like My Local Library And Continue To Patronise You!

This week I visited my library and took out and read a recent-ish TPB of some quite old Conan comics, 1982 or thereabouts. Then I tried to put my thoughts about ‘em into what them there clever folks call words. I think it worked out about as well as that usually does for me. Probably a lot less well for you. One thing I did discover was that the Hyborian equivalent of Occam’s Razor was Conan’s Rock:  photo ConanRockB_zps7e2816b4.jpg

Anyway, this… THE CHRONICLES OF CONAN VOLUME 20: NIGHT OF THE WOLF AND OTHER STORIES Art by John Buscema, Gary Kwapisz, Ernie Chan, Steve Leialoha, Bob Camp & Rudy Nebres Written by Michael Fleisher Lettered by Janice Chiang Coloured by Peter Dawes, Wil Glass and Donovan Yaciuk Conan created by Robert E Howard Dark Horse Comics, $18.99 (2010) This volume collects Conan the Barbarian issues #151- #159 (originally published by Marvel Comics), newly coloured, with all of the original series covers, a foreword comprising the first short part of an interview with Ernie Chan, and with a brand new pinup by Ernie Chan.

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My first thought on seeing this book was to wonder who in the name of Belit’s water wings needed twenty Dark Horse volumes of reprinted Marvel Conan comics. My second thought, and one which ran so hard on the heels of the first it risked tripping it up, was how could I get every single one of all those twenty Dark Horse volumes of reprinted Marvel Conan comics. Seeing Conan comics on the shelves of my local library had transported me (sigh; yes, that’s right, figuratively not literally) back to the days when those Marvel comics were actually coming out and also back to the days when my reading erred towards quantity rather than quality. This is a point often overlooked when it comes to kids and reading; it doesn’t really matter how good the reading matter is, it only matters that there’s lots of it. Basically, the kids that do read, well, they really read. They really go for it reading wise, those kids that read, and quality doesn’t really come into it. They don’t even particularly have to be interested in what they are reading, they just have to not be disinterested in it. Which is why I find it baffling that Comics Companies act like the kids demographic is beneath them. First, nothing is beneath Comics Companies (nothing, I say!) and second, Kids would eat that violent crap they poop out up with a spoon. Or if you’re uncomfortable with the unfortunate and unintended mixing of kids and scat back there let’s say they’d read it with their eyes. After all, the young me read every Robert E Howard (REH) etc Conan book in the library but I didn’t actually care for them all that much. I didn’t dislike them or anything. I only really remember that the covers were the most exciting bits, they were published by Sphere (I don’t know why I remember that; I was boring even then?) and I enjoyed the Conan comics way more. Years after it came out I remember getting that Conan Treasury Edition (#4) from a market stall on a day trip to Blackpool; at the stately age of ten Barry Windsor Smith and Roy Thomas’ adaptation of REH’s Red Nails seemed like the most grown up thing in the world. Except for my Dad, anyway. Of course the twin hidden tragedies of this opening, digressive and purely warm up paragraph are that I no longer have that Conan Treasury edition and the young me is dead now. So, let’s see what the old me, in his bitterly truculent way made of some old Marvel Conan comics reprinted between two covers by Dark Horse.

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It takes Michael Fleisher a couple of issues to get over his impulse to regularly update us on the state of Conan’s thews (e.g. in #159 they are “bronzed”), and this initially distracted me from noticing that the stories in here are pretty basic on the Conan Scale. Which is okay because, and I make no apologies for this, I don’t mind my Conan being basic. Your basic Conan story should involve a woman, a wizard, a monster and a horse. Conan should ride off on one of those carrying another after having have killed all the rest. Usually he’d ride off on the horse with the woman but we’re all more open minded these days so more permissive permutations may be indulged in the safety of your own skull. Michael Fleisher (with an assist from Buscema, see later) recognises that there’s still plenty of room to manoeuvre even within that format and gives us werewolves, demons in metal dungarees, flying people, Hyborian Age rohypnol and other things I’ve forgotten. To be honest Conan stories have a hard time holding my attention, mostly because of the made up names which just fail to gain traction in my head. Except when there is a wholly unintended comical effect. Such as when Michael Fleisher names his winged lady character Alhambra. Now, he may be doing so purely for the evocative sound of the name; he may even have in mind the famous Spanish stronghold built circa the 9th Century which remains a notable tourist attraction still worthy of the Moorish poets’ description of it as “a pearl set in emeralds” (citation needed); however, and alas, Alhambra also has a namesake in Bradford, West Yorkshire, which is a theatre built in 1913 which remains a notable attraction during the Christmas season for anyone wishing to subject their children to the sight of Christopher Biggins dressed as a woman and talking about the size of his pumpkins. Additionally and endearingly a lot of these stories contain a panel which seems to be an overly literal visual representation of a colourful but slightly unsuccessful imaginary sexual euphemism; see Conan strangle an eagle!; see Conan stab the Demon’s heart!; see Conan sup from the lady’s cup!

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Of particular interest in this volume is the fact that John Buscema is allowed a few extra links in his artistic chains so he can stumble out of his inky illustrator’s cave and trespass for a few steps on the sun warmed ground usually earmarked for those weavers of dreams, the writers. What I’m saying is he gets to chuck some ideas and plots at Fleisher for a quick polish and a very nice how do you do to boot. Pleasingly the quality of the stories takes a swift upswing with Buscema trying to open things out of the established formula a bit with a lighter tone and a particular eagerness to get some expanded characterisation going in the vicinity of Conan himself. At times the barbaric One appears downright avuncular. This is dangerous ground Buscema is treading, however, as I personally believe that the occasions when Conan experiences emotions should be kept to a minimum; when he does feel something more than hunger, anger, lust or disgust at men who perfume themselves and live by words rather than actions (PAH!) he should always have a sort of slightly surprised air like a lion seeing a hot dog stand for the first time. But that’s just me, basically John Buscema does okay with the pen as well as the brush. Who knew?

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Gary Kwapisz provides the art for an issue and also a couple of covers, all of which are nicely done with promise aplenty; but I won’t lie I don’t really know who he is. I was just going to make a crack about how his name sounds like he probably left comics and went off to play chess in a tin foil hat but I realised that would be rude and dismissive which isn’t like me at all(!), so I Googled him instead and found out that he’s still active in comics; he recently illustrated a Chuck Dixon series about the American Civil War (as opposed to the English Civil War which I imagine Chuck Dixon finds somewhat less interesting). So, yeah, Kwapisz’s stuff here is nice, being sinewy as opposed to Buscema’s brawn. But this is Conan and so art wise this is John Buscema’s show. Or, more correctly Ernie (Chua) Chan’s show. For even a great noble beast of an artistic Shire horse like John Buscema must have been tiring by this stage and Chan’s inking works hardest of all the inkers present to bolster Buscema . Certainly as we join John Buscema here, several years into bearing most of the weight of both the colour Conan and the B&W Savage Sword of… magazine, his art is typified by body language, staging and character design worn into familiar patterns by the repetition inherent in his colossal workload and the insanity inviting narrowness of the subject matter. Were the “he” in question not John Buscema this would likely be a critical hit, but as it is even the most cursory of his pages retains a well-honed gift for flow and all the essential cues other hands would require to beef it up to presentation standard. Basically, on these pages John Buscema’s art is saved from the gauzy weightlessness of a harem dancer’s veil by the efforts of both the inking (mostly by Chan (Chan’s the man!) but also Leialoha, Camp and Nebres) and, surprisingly, the colouring by various hands. Now (spoiler!) I’m not usually a fan of modern comic colouring technology applied to old timey comics but here I reckon it works. Earlier Dark Horse Conan volumes disastrously swamped Barry Windsor Smith’s delicately evolving lines under all the technological bells and whistles available; a no doubt well-intentioned but ultimately ill-judged attempt at updating the art which ended up resembling only aesthetic philistinism (he said sputtering wildly). Here, however, the colours lend vigour and spark to art which, unlike Windsor-Smith’s, is open enough to accommodate all the technology Dark Horse can chuck at it.

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It can’t come as much of a surprise given its title that THE CHRONICLES OF CONAN VOLUME 20 showcases a series past its prime. But nobody herein disgraces themselves and every story between its covers is entertaining if not entirely sensible. It’s pulp fluff that was meant to entertain for the moment never giving a fig for posterity yet here it is in 2014 and I had a good time so I say THE CHRONICLES OF CONAN VOLUME 20 is OKAY!

And remember, what is best in life? COMICS!!!!

“What Happened To Shame?” TELEVISION! Sometimes I Just Veg Out In front Of The Tube!

So I was going to write about some comics but I just wasn’t feeling it. Being a big Elvis fan I am all too aware that you should never force it, so I wrote about some television instead. I hear people like television.  photo chrisheadB_zpsa78959ed.jpg

Anyway, this… TURKS & CAICOS Written & Directed by David Hare Starring: Christopher (“The ICE! is gownna BRICK!”) Walken, Bill Nighy, Winona Ryder, Hansel Piper, Dylan Baker, James Naughton, Zach Grenier, Julie Hewlett, Helena Bonham Carter, Rupert Graves, Sally Greenwood, Ewen Bremner, Malik Yoba, Kobna Holdbrook-Smith, Meredith Eaton and special sexy guest appearance by Ralph Fiennes (BBC2, 2014)

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I don’t know if you’ve seen Turks and Caicos because I don’t know who you are or where you live. But if you were watching BBC2 at 21:00 hours on Thursday 20th March 2014 you were probably watching this programme. Turks and Caicos is a prestige high production value TV series clearly intended to be attractive to overseas purchasers. It’s from the BBC which as a pedigree still carries some classy clout so it is not just a posh thriller but the second in a trilogy of political dramas. It’s by David (Plenty, Damage, The Hours) Hare who is a highly regarded screenwriter, but I watched it because Christopher (The Dead Zone, Seven Psycopaths) Walken was in it. I am downright incorrigibly plebeian, ain’t I just? Bill (Still Crazy, Shaun of the Dead) Nighy’s also in it doing that weird acting thing he does that makes you suspect he hasn’t fully recovered from a long illness or something. Bill Nighy’s okay but he isn’t The Walken. The Walken plays a CIA (or is he? Yes. Yes he is.) Agent who blends into the sedate and monied surroundings of the titular island setting about as unobtrusively as a man on fire at a children’s party. He’s great, obviously. The Walken’s acting has now evolved to the point where it is all concentrated in his head and his body has become surplus to his thespian requirements. He maybe moved one hand and walked all of two yards throughout but still conveyed so much menacing energy I considered contacting the local constabulary.

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Anyway, I didn’t watch the first in this trilogy of political dramas (Page Eight (2011)) because it didn’t have The Walken in it, but it’s easy enough to pick up the gist of this stuff. What we have here is at root a revenge fantasy for elderly liberals. It’s an Oxbridge One Tough Bastard, basically. So, instead of a man with bad hair and the acting chops of a foot solving all his problems by shooting them in the face here Bill Nighy uses manners, decency, decorum and a belief in Trust to, over three episodes (there’s a concluding one later), bring down a Prime Minister. A Prime Minister who is in no way, shape or form to be taken as a fictional version of Tony Blair; wherever you got that idea from you should put it back sharpish. So it’s complete wish fulfilment of course; a nice fantasy, but we all know that if some decent old dude started kicking up a fuss about the dirt under the government’s fingernails it would all end tragically very quickly indeed, not that that’s ever happened. In a casting masterstroke Not-Tony Blair is played by Ralph (In Bruges, The Grand Budapest Hotel) Fiennes who is so rewarding a screen presence I don’t mind his real-life inability to pronounce his own name correctly. The Fiennes looms magnificently in the background like a sexy but sour cloud of condensed lies and sleazy self-interest for a whole thirty seconds, but he works each one of those seconds like it’s a school leaver on a Zero Hours contract.

So, you know, it could just basically have been ninety or so minutes of The Walken shelling peas with The Fiennes ambling past in the background and I’d have been fine. Even better though, as I said, Turks and Caicos was also a liberal humanist version of all those violent movies I used to watch from the video shop but now with manners instead of magnums and instead of a Colombian drug dealer as the End of Level Boss it’s The Prime Minister of Great Britain. There’s a veneer of complexity with a follow-the-dirty-money-plot generously larded with shout outs for “The War On Terror”, the recession and all that business those pesky liberals get all worked up about over a cheeky little red in their converted barns. It’s intelligently done stuff although the juxtaposition between the humble decency of the poor and the sociopathy of the rich errs on the simplistic, but this being a polemic in dramatic drag that’s fair enough. It’s all sold as right smart stuff and presented with a high brow disdain for the vulgarity of action theatrics but it’s still genre thrills. For all its deadpan airs and graces it’s all quite silly and everything’s resolved terribly , terribly conveniently; largely through bad people just deciding to suddenly start telling the truth because Bill Nighy is a nice man who is kind to children and people who aren’t as edjumacated as what he is. Compassion is contagious, on Television at least. And why not; even Guardian readers need to believe everything's okay every now and again. Much like the second outing in the children’s entertainment trilogy Star Wars this episode ends on a low note, with Bill Nighy and Helena Bonham Carter going on the run and living from day to day and from hand to mouth. The trailer for the concluding episode (Salting the Battlefield; Thursday 27th March 2014) shows our dispossessed pair somewhere like Scotland drinking lattes. I guess for Helena Bonham Carter that is actually probably akin to living like a hunted animal. Only a dizzy don would mistake Turks and Caicos for high art or anything but it is intelligently written, its heart is in the right place and the acting by all (by both known and unknown) is a pleasure in and of itself. As TV goes it was GOOD! Turns out we elderly liberals like a good revenge fantasy as much as the next person; go for his lying eyes Bill Nighy!

This post has been restored following its deletion by persons unnamed and so may not reflect your memory of it exactly.

Arriving 3/12/14

This week is a lesson. This week is telling us that we should not judge a week by the amount of books, but the quality of the books. Case in point, this week marks the long awaited return of David Lapham's STRAY BULLETS with, not one but, two periodicals and a giant book, that itself could be used as a weapon in a story that would appear in it's very pages! Don't be fooled though! Plenty other books are coming out this week, just click the link and see for yourself! ABE SAPIEN #11 ALL NEW X-FACTOR #4 ALL NEW X-MEN #24 ANMN ARCHIE #653 ASTRO CITY #10 AVENGERS UNDERCOVER #1 ANMN BATGIRL #29 BATMAN #29 (ZERO YEAR) BATMAN LIL GOTHAM #12 BEASTS OF BURDEN HUNTERS GATHERERS ONE SHOT BLACK WIDOW #4 BLOODSHOT & HARD CORPS #20 CAPTAIN MARVEL #1 ANMN CITY THE MIND IN THE MACHINE #2 COFFIN HILL #6 CONSTANTINE #12 (EVIL) DEADPOOL #25.NOW ANMN DEATH SENTENCE #6 (OF 6) EAST OF WEST #10 EGOS #3 FANTASTIC FOUR #2 ANMN FBP FEDERAL BUREAU OF PHYSICS #8 FOX #5 GARTH ENNIS RED TEAM #7 GHOST #2 GI JOE A REAL AMERICAN HERO 1982 #1 100 PENNY PRESS ED GREEN LANTERN CORPS #29 HAWKEYE #17 INVINCIBLE #109 JUDGE DREDD #17 JUSTICE LEAGUE 3000 #4 JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #13 (EVIL) LEGENDS DARK KNIGHT 100 PAGE SUPER SPECTACULAR #2 LIBERATOR EARTH CRISIS #1 (OF 2) MAGNUS ROBOT FIGHTER #1 MANIFEST DESTINY #5 MARVEL UNIVERSE AVENGERS ASSEMBLE #6 SYU MERCENARY SEA #2 MIGHTY AVENGERS #8 MINIMUM WAGE #3 MONSTER & MADMAN #1 (OF 3) MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDS FOREVER #3 NIGHTWING #29 NOSFERATU WARS ONE SHOT POWERPUFF GIRLS #7 REGULAR SHOW SKIPS #5 (OF 6) RETURNING #1 (OF 4) REVOLUTIONARY WAR MOTORMOUTH #1 ROBOCOP LAST STAND #8 (OF 8) ROYALS MASTERS OF WAR #2 (OF 6) SCOOBY DOO WHERE ARE YOU #43 SECRET AVENGERS #1 ANMN SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN SEASON 6 #1 SMALLVILLE SEASON 11 ALIEN #4 (OF 4) SONIC UNIVERSE #61 SONS OF ANARCHY #7 SPAWN #241 SPONGEBOB COMICS #30 STAR TREK ONGOING #31 STAR WARS #15 2013 ONGOING STAR WARS #6 (OF 8) LUCAS DRAFT STRAY BULLETS #41 STRAY BULLETS THE KILLERS #1 SUPERBOY #29 SUPERIOR FOES OF SPIDER-MAN #9 SUPERIOR SPIDER-MAN #29 ANMN SUPERMAN WONDER WOMAN #6 THE CROW PESTILENCE #1 TMNT ONGOING #32 TRANSFORMERS MORE THAN MEETS EYE #27 DARK CYBERTRON PART 10 UBER #10 UNITY #5 WALKING DEAD #123 WITCHBLADE #173 WOLVERINE #3 ANMN X #11 X-FILES SEASON 10 #10 X-FORCE #2 ANMN X-MEN LEGACY #300

Books/Mags/Things 47 RONIN HC AIRBOY ARCHIVE TP VOL 01 ALL NEW X-MEN TP VOL 02 HERE TO STAY AVENGERS TP BOOK 02 ABSOLUTE VISION BACK ISSUE #71 BAD MACHINERY GN VOL 02 CASE O/T GOOD BOY BATMAN UNWRAPPED BY ANDY KUBERT DELUXE ED HC CITY IN THE DESERT HC VOL 02 SERPENT CROWN CROSSED TP VOL 08 DOCTOR WHO MONSTER COLL ED SHAKEDOWN FF TP VOL 02 FAMILY FREAKOUT NOW INTRON DEPOT TP VOL 05 BATTALION JUSTICE LEAGUE TRINITY WAR HC (N52) LUCIFER TP VOL 03 MARVEL UNIVERSE AVENGERS ASSEMBLE DIGEST TP VOL 01 PEANUTS TP VOL 03 RANMA 1/2 2IN1 TP VOL 01 RUBICON TP SEE ME AFTER CLASS GN VOL 02 STRANGER THAN LIFE GN CARTOONS COMICS 1970 - 2013 STRAY BULLETS UBER ALLES ED TP THOR GOD OF THUNDER PREM HC VOL 03 ACCURSED UNITY TP VOL 01 TO KILL A KING WONDER WOMAN TP VOL 03 IRON (N52) YOUNG ROMANCE BEST SIMON & KIRBY COMICS HC VOL 02 ZOMBIE WAR COMPLETE

As always, what do YOU think?

Wait, What? Ep. 146: Two:One

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Hey, everyone!  We're back with another  podcast.  You should download it and listen to it really loud while you watch the last episode of True Detective!  (Why? I don't know.  It would make the experience more cinematic, maybe?  I mean, I suppose I could've taken the time to craft some outrageously satisfying joke about, uh, hmm, see, now you know the problem I'm having with that one and really the joke -- even if I could craft one, which it is now clear I couldn't  -- would've only really truly been funny for a brief period of time, whereas failure is enduring and therefore timeless and therefore ever-timely and besides don't we just die in the end, anyway?)

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Anyway, after the jump: "Show notes? I'll show you show notes, mister!"

00:00-5:28: Greetings!  I must say, we are off and running in this installment, although part of the reason why I can say that is my definition of “running” includes “arguing about Taco Bell’s Waffle Taco within a minute of starting the podcast.”  (This may be the reason my exercise regimens aren’t as successful as they should be.)  (Also, we complain about people who talk about the word “seekrits,” (instead of “secrets”) while at the same time having to admit that we currently have “seekrits” (the term which is somehow, we realized, more innocuous than “secrets,” which sound like they could, you know, get someone killed and stuff.))  Seekrits/secrets!  WE HAVE THEM AND HOPE TO SHARE THEM SOON (Oh, sure.  Now I'm going to not punctuate, after the hell that was trying to track all those parentheticals.) 5:28-27:38: As you may recall, a few months back, a Whatnaut gave Jeff a free hit of the glass pipe that is Marvel Unlimited.  Now (and by now, we mean, “through March 14”), anyone can get a month of Marvel Unlimited for only $0.99.

Graeme gave it a try on his Kindle Fire and here’s what he had to say.  (And for what it’s worth -- yeah, I know I'm going into "paren mode" on you again -- because that same Whatnaut spent the ninety-nine cents on me, I have MU for another month and it’s been all updated since we recorded to include Marvel AR and the Dynamic Audio and re-tooled up the interface (finally, when you get to the end of the issue, you can jump to the next one).  And I’d probably wax even more rhapsodically about it if it didn’t keep making me log out and back in because it suddenly randomly decides I can only see three page samples even though it says I’m a member. Once they get that fixed though…)  Also discussed:  Comixology getting hacked, Marvel’s possible future digital plans, we try to figure out exactly how quickly Graeme would be all over the DC equivalent for Marvel Unlimited, the recent digital sale from 2000 A.D., and more. P.S. Thanks, Matt! 27:38-31:36: Because of aforementioned 2000 A.D. digital sale, Jeff read Purgatory, Mark Millar’s lead-in to the Judge Dredd event, Inferno, with art by Carlos Ezquerra.  The extent to which Mark Millar has arguably managed to win at American superhero comics and yet lose at 2000 A.D. is a fascinating, fascinating thing…although not as fascinating for Jeff as finding out that the brilliant Colin Smith (from Too Busy Thinking About My Comics) has been covering Mr. Millar’s work in bewitching detail over at the Sequart site.  Most of you, like Graeme, were probably already in the know about this, but for those of you, like Jeff, who were not, that link is gold, Whatnauts.  Solid gold. Also? In case you didn't feel like counting? Seven commas, my friend. Suck it. 31:36-44:27: Here’s where you get to Rog!  If you want to hear Jeff and Graeme talk about the first issue of IDW’s Rogue Trooper by Brian Ruckley and Alberto Ponticelli, go to 44:27.  To hear Jeff and Graeme continue to talk about Mark Millar, including his amazing “exclusive” to Comic Book Resources and his first issue of Starlight with artist Goran Parlov, keep listening!  (Also mentioned:  Flash Gordon, John Carter, Up, The Incredibles, and like that.  Although, to be entirely honest, I don't think there is any other specific titles mentioned but I tried to cover that up by typing "and like that."  Why?? You're either on board with this show or not, right?  It's not like you're going to be reading these show notes if you're not listening, yes?  Unless you're just really bored and even though you haven't listened to the podcast before, you're deciding to skim these show notes to get some sense of the tenor of things...but even then, why would the final deciding factor be the number of other topics we bring up while talking about Starlight?  And if it was, why?  What's wrong with you that something so picayune could influence you? I don't have a problem, you have a problem!) 44:27-1:00:45:  Jeff and Graeme talk about the first issue of IDW’s Rogue Trooper by Brian Ruckley and Alberto Ponticelli, the appeal of Rogue Trooper generally, the character's greatest problem, and more.  No, really.  There's more. I'm not just saying that like I was right up there.  There really is. 1:00:45-1:07:43: Since we’re talking about 2000 A.D. so much, Graeme brings up a book he’s read an advance copy of that he enjoyed with that same sort of vibe, the first issue of Magnus, Robot Fighter by Fred Van Lente and Cory Smith.  That, by the way, is out this week from Dynamite, in case you're interested.  I said "advance" copy but I wasn't really specific at the time. Wasn't appropriate. Would've made that sentence even more grammatically fraught. Trust me. 1:07:43-1:14:34:  Afterlife With Archie #4!  Believe it or not, Graeme and Jeff are still digging this book by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa and Francesco Francavilla (almost as Jeff likes talking about himself in the third person and writing in the first person plural.  Man, no kidding.  We still really like it a lot. It just never gets old.  I wonder why, though.  I guess, all those formative years reading SPY magazine? Although thinking about it:  what's wrong with me that something so picayune could influence me? You don't have a problem! I have a problem!). But! We are digging it a lot.  Like, a lot a lot.  We also talk about the recent news coming out of Archie [Comics, not Andrews], such as Aguirre-Sacasa being made CCO and Lena Dunham writing an upcoming story for Archie.  If you listen closely, you can tell how badly Jeff wants to talk about Girls, but perhaps fortunately for all of us, the topic is shelved for another time. 1:14:34-1:22:06: In The Days of the Mob!  Graeme finally gets his hands on the reprints of Jack Kirby’s amazing (and amazingly short-lived) crime anthology series from the early ‘70s, and we go on to talk about, you know,  JACK KIRBY. 1:22:06-1:26:00: By contrast, Jeff got his hands on Revenge #1 by Jonathan Ross and Ian Churchill…although it’s probably more accurate to say that he got it on his hands, if you understand what we're saying.  If not, don’t worry: it’ll become pretty clear as the discussion goes on. 1:26:00-1:30:02: Vandroid #1 by Tommy Lee Edwards, Noah Smith, and Dan McCaid.  It is, in some ways, very much the same as Revenge, and in some ways very, very different.  Jeff also brings up Machete Kills by Robert Rodriguez, as if that movie could bridge the gap between Revenge and Vandroid, which… I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking it. I mean, not like the rest of this week's show notes. 1:30:02-1:44:26: Forever Evil #6!  Graeme has read it.  Does he overthink it?  He doesn’t!  It’s pretty much terrible and he tells us why.  Also discussed:  The status quo of the New 52, James Robinson, cognitive dissonance, and more. 1:44:26-1:49:34: By contrast, Graeme has read the Batman/Superman Annual by Greg Pak, Jae Lee, Kenneth Rocafort, and Philip Tan and quite liked it, although the fact that it retails for $5.99 does give one pause, doesn’t it? 1:49:34-2:00:02: Graeme tries to goad Jeff into a speed round to talk about the remaining books on his list and Jeff, like the good mule that he is, slows down that much more under the pressure.  But he does talk about the first two issues of Bob Fingerman’s rebooted Minimum Wage; The Fuse by Antony Johnston and Justin Greenwood; Scooby-Doo Team-Up #3 by Sholly Fisch and Dario Brizuela; and the absorbing and superlative Nijigahara Holograph by Inio Asano, the latter of which Jeff just about goes breathless trying to think of enough good things to say. A truly amazing piece of work, and so incredibly worth checking out, I can’t even begin to tell you...although if you think about it, that phrase is 100% untrue in this particular instance, what with me telling you about telling you about it. Which, if you think about it, is literally how beginning to tell someone would play out.  (Sure, it's not the only way -- you can just tell someone, right, I get that -- but it is a way.) 2:00:02-2:11:56: And that should be the end of it, a wrap in just a little over two hours.  Except…what about The Avengers?  What about our read-through of the first three hundred issues of The Avengers?  Even though we tell you we’ll hold off and discuss a full twenty-five issues next time, we just can’t resist talking for just a few minutes about issues #51 through the mid-to-late sixties by Roy Thomas and John Buscema. And by "a few minutes," we mean "almost twelve." 2:11:56-end: Hey, my single, "My Single is Dropping," is dropping!  (It's not, but that's what writing all this made me think of.)  Closing comments!  Our comments thread is currently toast, but feel free to email us or contact us on Twitter (which, if you don’t know how or where to do so, you’ll find out in this segment).

Okay, there you go.  Man, I can't tell you how much I wish I had actually edited the lines "what's wrong with me that something so picayune could influence me? You don't have a problem! I have a problem!" into the podcast, that way when you were listening to it while watching the last episode of True Detective and Rustin Cohle turns to Martin Hart and says the exact same thing at the same time, you can come back to the opening of this entry, and be all "holy shit, this guy's good," and I'd be all "The Aristocrats!"

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But, instead, what actually happened was I jumped into a separate browser window to make sure I was spelling Marty's last name right and nearly spoiled the ending of True Detective for myself.  Thanks, East Coast writers.

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Anyway, episode is on iTunes or down below.  You know the score, Alan Moore. Get with the listening!

Wait, What? Ep. 146: Two:One

"Nah, Son. This Is On ALL of Us." COMICS! Sometimes If This Superhero Thing Doesn’t Work Out They Could Always Moonlight As A White Goods Delivery Firm!

Due to popular demand what follows is about a new(ish) series and it’s also mercifully brief! Who says we here at The Savage Critics don’t listen? Well, they’re right. But we thought you’d find the illusion comforting.

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Anyway, this…

MIGHTY AVENGERS #6-7 Artist - Valerio Schiti Writer - Al Ewing Colourist - Frank D'Armata Letterer - VC's Cory Petit Covers - Greg Land, Jay Leisten & Frank D'Armata Marvel Comics, $3.99 each (2014)

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Luke Cage created by George Tuska, John Romita Snr & Archie Goodwin Spectrum (Monica Rambeau) created by John Romita Jnr & Roger Stern Spider Man (Doctor Octopus) created by Steve Ditko & Stan Lee Doctor Octopus (Spider-Man) created by Steve Ditko & Stan Lee Ronin (who isn’t Blade) created by Joe Quesada & Brian Michael Bendis Blade (who isn’t Ronin) created by Gene Colan & Marv Wolfman Blue Marvel created by Kevin Grevioux Power Man (Victor Alvarez) created by Mahmud Asrar & Fred Van Lente White Tiger (Ava Ayala) created by Tom Raney & Christos Gage Falcon created by Gene Colan & Stan Lee She-Hulk created by John Buscema & Stan Lee Iron Fist created by Gil "The Thrill" Kane & Roy Thomas (C) Marvel Characters, Inc.

I’ve been secretly reading Mighty Avengers since the start, so it’s probably time to upset everybody by going on about it. I’ve chosen this particular point to reveal I am reading it because these are the first issues where the series seems to have been drawn by a human being, rather than a bored robot. The art here isn’t great but at least it has a pulse. Previous issues were as visually engaging as the act of watching a toothpaste advert starring Halle Berry reflected in a stainless steel worktop. Valerio Schiti does a good job here; there’s nothing spectacular to speak of but it all gets done and that’s not unappreciated. He does a pleasant William H Macy anyway, and the whole affair sure looked kinda Cassady or McNiven-y. People like that, I hear. I wasn’t squealing and clapping my hands at any of it, but, again, I never felt like it was a product of The Forbin Project at any point. So, this is an Avengers comic but which Avengers comic is Mighty Avengers?

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Mighty Avengers is the one with a bunch of non-Caucasian characters, but not Blade; Blade isn’t in it. There’s Ronin who acts like Blade would if he was in the Ronin suit, but it couldn’t possibly be Blade. Given past performance Ronin will turn out to be Puck’s Mom, despite so far having been clearly drawn as a six foot and then some man. It won’t be Blade though. (It is though; it’s totally Blade.) You all probably remember Ronin from Brian Bendis’ depressingly popular run on some staggeringly, yet characteristically, inept Avengers comics. I mean, how does that whole Ronin thing work then? Do all the Marvel heroes have a key to a locker in Grand Central station where the Ronin costume is stored, and if they feel a bit of mystery coming on they run down and slip it on?  Do they have to have it cleaned before they return it? It looks hot in that thing so sweaty pits might occur. Also maybe in all the excitement of, say, dodging The Rhino, or, more likely this, sitting in a boardroom listening to someone jabber like a wet brain for nine panels, a little trickle of wee-wee might slip out. And some people can skimp on the wiping; I’m mentioning no names, Adam Warlock. So on balance, yeah, they probably do have to have it dry-cleaned afterwards. Does it have a voice changer in it like those Iron Man masks in Toys R Us? Do you like all this street level stuff I’m doing? Yeah, street level; it’s at the level of the street, dawg. Like crisp wrappers, dog ends and dog muck. Basically, street Level is a Bendis-ism for dull. This comic is full of Bendis-isms.But don’t run screaming in the opposite direction just yet because Al Ewing, in an act of sadistically calculated one up-manship, makes them all work. For the first time ever. Which Avengers comic is Mighty Avengers? Mighty Avengers is the functioning version of the Avengers comic Brian Bendis squandered the better part of a decade trying to make work.

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Luckily Al Ewing, not unlike my cat, can write to a somewhat higher standard and so we can now actually see the shape of Bendis’ dreary vision made presentable. Basically it’s TV. Surprise! Whoa, old hoss; it’s not The Wire or even That Basically Decent And Stylishly Shot James Ellroy Rip Off Show With Two Stellar Performances Which Folks Are Inexplicably Touching Themselves Over. It’s more the kind of comedy you catch a bit of when you are just that bit more worn down than usual, and so are later than normal leaving for work. You know; the kind of TV that was on in the evenings but is now on in the mornings because the evening stuff is better now. Jim Belushi’s probably in it. Ray Romano definitely is. This is superhero comics as sit-com cum soap opera stuff.Which is fine, but that’s where most of the emphasis is and this comic, ostensibly, is about people who can throw cars around like bean bags. Anyone who came for the fights’n’tights may feel a little short changed.

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But just a little because it is there; it is all there. Yes, it is all very much and quite definitely there; the soap-opera, the sit-com and, yes, the tights’n’fights. It’s all there. And it’s all done well; I’m not saying it isn’t. I think Astro City hits the mix whole lot better but that’s a high target to aim at, and, fair do’s, Ewing does get close. But, really, I don’t really know who needs all this faux everyday life stuff. Wouldn’t it have been of more use back when children read comics? Prepare ‘em for the future (Read Spider-Man! This Issue: Spider-Man’s Bin Loses Its Lid And The Council Refuse To Replace It! Also, Electro! Read Spider-Man! See How Grown-ups Really Live! Don’t Dream! Don’t Ever Dream!) Now though, apparently, adults read this stuff.  Well, Buster, I’m an adult (physically anyway) and, as well done as it may be, my pulse doesn’t pound when I watch the Blue Marvel carry a fridge down some stairs. The only adults I know who would need to escape into a humdrum fantasy world of normality are convicted felons. Oh! I get it! Well played, Marvel! You finally found an audience more captive than the Direct Market! Hey, convicts, comics!

Look, Mighty Avengers is fine and Al Ewing writes it well. He probably writes it a lot better than I’m giving him credit for as he’s had to set up and develop his team despite the vulgar intrusions of at least two tie-ins. I mean, I don’t think Al Ewing’s in any danger of spraining any writing muscles here but Mighty Avengers is eventful, smooth and entertaining. Mighty Avengers is a GOOD! comic. If you’re fine with the Cosby-fication of Luke Cage you’ll like Mighty Avengers.

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I hear the comments are broken. Unless I hear otherwise I’ll just assume I am bloody fantastic and you all totally agreed with me about everything. (Yeah, especially you.) It’s okay, no problem!

I feel like having a bit of a break. Even if you don’t read this stuff I still had to write it. And I’ve written too much lately. I'd just like to read something for fun with no pressure to perform for a bit. So, see you after next week’s Podcast. You know, that thing where Graeme and Jeff talk about - COMICS!!!

(AS LONG AS JEFF LESTER PRESSES RECORD!!!)

I know, the site is a little borked, I know!

Comments be broken, there's spam, and so on... I'm trying to get it addressed, but I'm just drowning from overwork with the second store.  Some things should be happening VERY SOON that should make things a little better, and there are a few other changes coming that (I don't think?) are really my announcements to make, so I won't.... But, really, I'm just asking for patience until my schedule clears up a little -- I'm a little past halfway done with the BASEMENT O' DOOM! then, after that I actually plan to return to reviewing things again.  But that might not be until summertime?

Trying hard to suck less!

 

-B

“Muh Version of Whut Happened May Not Be Spicy Enough Fer Yore Little Boy’s Tastes…” COMICS! Sometimes Even A Surly Jackass Weeps For The World!

Man, I just about read the ink right offa these pages when I was just a young ‘un. And I just read ‘em agin right now. If you’re of a mind to, sit back and whittle awhile and I’ll flap my yapper concernin’ ‘em.  photo HexShootB_zpsd44b9828.jpg Anyway, this…

What follows is a gentle amble through the contents of a comic from 1981. That’s all. It should not be taken as the latest shaky salvo in an attempt to prove old comics are better than new comics. Because they aren’t. Or rather; sometimes they are and sometimes they aren’t. A good comic is a good comic no matter when it was made. It’s what makes it a good comic that’s of interest. And that’s of interest because it’s never constant.  So, you know, don’t take this as a personal attack on modern comics from an old man having trouble adjusting to the fast moving world of today (Indoor plumbing! Ladies in trousers! Talking apes!) Oh, you can if you want. Life’s too short to be writing provisos this long. So, I read an old comic and this is what happened inside my head as I did so.

JONAH HEX #55 Art by Tony DeZuniga Written by Michael Fleisher Coloured by Bob Le Rose Lettered by Shelley Leferman DC Comics, $0.61 (1981) Jonah Hex created by Tony DeZuniga & John Albano

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I’m a traditional guy, so let’s start at the beginning; let’s start with the cover. It’s worth doing because this issue of Jonah Hex is graced by one of my all-time favourite covers. I just totally groove on the daring use of perky yellow to frame a typically DeZuniga-n scene of dust, desperation and violence. The huddled group being picked off by circling riders is a scene immediately recognisable to anyone familiar with the tale of General George Custer. This being a not unlikely freight of knowledge for the audience of a comic about a violent cowboy. Whether such familiarity was formed by hagiography or revisionism (e.g They Died With Their Boots On (1941) vs. Little Big Man (1970)) the clear inference in the image is that there ain’t no one getting out of here alive. Even allowing for you being a real smart alec and knowing Jonah’s likely to be okay because, well, this wasn’t the last issue of Jonah Hex, there still remains the question of how. I saw that cover and I wanted to know what was going on behind it. That’s some powerful cover medicine right there.

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Image by DeZuniga, Fleisher, Le Rose & Leferman In a move which would give modern creators conniptions this comic just jumps right on in, picking up as it does immediately from the last issue’s cliff hanger. I think it’s called in media res but I could be wrong; never was one for book learning. True, this page basically reiterates the end of the previous issue which is Bad now, but was Good then because back in days of yore you could never gauren-damn-tee that the previous issue had made it across the ocean, and the idea that single issues of Jonah Hex would be collected between two covers was still a pretty plumb loco proposition. We join the action as, apparently, Jonah Hex and a pretty senorita called Carmelita have just escaped from El Papagaya only to confront the guns of a bunch of grey coats hot for Jonah’s hide. We’re only a page in and, in a shock move, Carmelita The Senorita turns out to have been working for the Fort Charlotte Brigade (FCB). These being the grey coats in question, who are a bunch of ornery owl hoots who want Jonah to pay for his betrayal of his own troops at Fort Charlotte. Jonah is innocent of course; well, Jonah is innocent of that particular charge at least. So, Carmelita The Senorita throws Jonah to the FCB and Micah, the leader, throws her some gold. Man, this comic is moving like a freight train. Say what you like about Michael Fleisher (just run it past a lawyer first) but the dude’s Jonah Hex books have got some momentum.

People mill about for a bit and introductions are made; motives established. Your basics; your meat and potatoes. You know, solid stuff; stuff I’d like to see more of. I like that DeZuniga’s drawn one of the FCB swigging from a canteen. That’s a nice touch; people aren’t just standing about lollygagging. Hey, I wonder what’s in that canteen, maybe it pays off later? Yeah, Tony DeZuniga (1932 – 2012) drew this. I should talk about the art. Everybody on the internet has been told to talk about the art; to tell you how it makes them feel. Tony DeZuniga’s art makes me feel like a leopard in heat; it makes me feel like a motherless child; it makes me feel like a shopping trolley that won the lottery. Tony DeZuniga’s art makes me feel like I just saw some heavily photo referenced pictures the artist made cohere into a satisfactory whole via lashings of gritty spackle and high contrast lighting. And that, muchachos, that’s a good feeling because DeZuniga was a good artist even if his realism is often slightly undermined by stiff staging. Dusty is the word when it comes to DeZuniga; I unconsciously wipe my hands on my shirtfront after reading a DeZuniga book. I also do that after eating crisps and then blithely walk around with crisp crumbs down my front like a simpleton. Drives milady nuts, that does.

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So, yeah, see how happy Carmelita is! See how she laughs! I wonder what brought her to this pass. What kind of life she must have had to make her betray trust for gold. What an interesting female character, I look forward to learning more about her in the pages ahe..oh, she just got shot off her horse. It appears Carmelita will not be joining us for the rest of the issue. I wasn’t expecting that; a brutal move but certainly an arresting one. Now here’s a thing, many people die in this issue and DeZuniga, more often than not, got to draw a big jammy splash of gore erupting out of the appropriate area. In 2014 and in comparison to, say, the idiotically violent Damian: Son of Batman these are just papercuts, but in 1981 and compared with, well, anything else in a kid’s reach this is like Sam Peckinpah level shit. This is one violent-ass comic, you just wait. I don’t know how they got away with this; I’m glad they did. This kid just ate it up, and I turned out alright. Cough.

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Like many of the supporting cast suspense is short lived in Jonah Hex and it is immediately revealed that El Papagaya shot Carmelita The Senorita. He also calls her a “puta” which, children were unhelpfully informed via a footnote, meant “tramp”. In 1981 in England a tramp was usually a male of advanced years who had chosen a life of vagrancy and begging. This is not the same as a homeless person who can be any age and has had the choice made for them and whose presence is a living indictment of any society in which they exist. Boom! Boom! Try the organic chicken sourced from Fair Trade vendors! Tramp also means "whore", but don't tell the Kids! This issue of Jonah Hex was surprisingly educational; by reading it you would also learn the following terms: pistolas (pistols) and compadres (companions). Enough to get anyone through a weekend break south of the border!

 photo HexPapagayaB_zps5b6a6bb6.jpg Image by DeZuniga, Fleisher, Le Rose & Leferman Meanwhile, back at the rocky outcrop we find El Papagaya. Now, El Papagaya is a rare thing in Jonah Hex; a recurring villain. This rarity being down to Jonah’s tendency to deal quite decisively with anyone posing a threat to him. He’s prone to go blood simple at the drop of a hat, that Jonah Hex. But El Papagaya is a wily one and always lives to taunt another day. Because that’s the big thing about El Papagaya; his taunting. Loquacious only begins to describe him. He’s called El Papagaya which means parrot because he has one but also, he never shuts the hell up. Well, I think that’s funny. I think El Papagaya is a funny guy he’s so blatantly disingenuous but at the same time totally transparent. He’s probably modelled on the kind of big hatted stereotypes that gave Humphrey Bogart a bad time in those old movies. But El Papagaya has a parrot and is dressed as flamboyantly as an ice skater so he’s better.

It’s a tight bind Jonah and his crew are in and no mistake. To escape Jonah sets light to the dry grass so that the smoke will cover their exit. I know this because it is mentioned several times in the course of two pages. Now, unless Michael Fleisher thought his audience were prone to sudden attacks of amnesia, this isn’t particularly smooth writing. I don’t really know why it’s mentioned so much but I think comic writers used to be a bit insecure and made sure there were lots of words on those pages for a couple of reasons. One is, I guess, they didn’t know who’d be drawing it or if they did they had no guarantee how it was going to turn out. They couldn’t just fire off a chummy E-Mail and get a scan back thirty seconds later. Pure supposition this; also, they were very, very clear about what was going on to avoid any possible confusion. This means this comic is overwritten to Hell and back but it also means I’m not going “Wait, What?” at any point. Anyway, El Papagaya obligingly lets the smoke build to a sufficient density to permit our band to escape.

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Now here’s some sexy shit; two whole pages of an old man and his slave talking in a graveyard. It’s not even very good talking but there is plenty of it. Now, the poor quality and large quantity are quite in line with current trends but, unfortunately for him, Fleisher’s made the schoolboy error of putting information in his dialogue. This makes it exposition (which today is Bad) instead of aimless drivel which is stellar character work (which today is Good). Exposition isn’t actually bad in and of itself but there is such a thing as badly executed exposition. Which this is. There’s so much of it in fact that Turnbull’s face is obscured throughout by his exposition bloated word balloons. That’s on purpose that is; so we can’t see him but I don’t really know why that is.

Why we can’t see his face that is. I mean we’re unlikely to recognise him. It’s not like eventually he’s revealed to be Harry Osborne’s dad or anything. He’s just some mad old, bald, fat white guy. Oh my God, it’s me! It was me all along! No wonder they hid his face. It all makes sense now! I’m joking; I’m not fat. Anyway, there’s all this exposition about how Jonah Hex caused Turnbull’s son to be killed and how, By God, Turnbull will see Jonah Hex in his grave for it and all that kind of spittly lipped, stick waving thing. To be fair, this stuff does do a few things, although it does none of them subtly. It corroborates the mission of the men who have captured Jonah Hex so we know they aren’t just delusional lunatics; allows Fleisher to (and it is quite smart this) put the truer spin in the mouth of Solomon so that Turnbull can bat it away out of hand showing both a) Turnbull just wants someone to pay; the truth is moot and b) Solomon’s superficial equality is purely that; superficial. Yeah, it’s clumsy as a sprinter with wooden legs and real feet but it still gets quite a lot of stuff done. It’s convenient to forget that this is the fundamental purpose of a genre comic; getting stuff done. (I know I repeat that later; that’s for reinforcement not because I didn’t re-read this for glaring shittiness. Oops! Missed a bit!) Also, after all the words the sudden silent panel where Turnbull kneels at his son’s grave actually has some impact. Surprisingly so; bonus points for that one.

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Back at the camp Jonah and the FCB take a break from TCB and indulge in some more expositionary chit chat. Jonah has noticed that one of their number is a little short in the tooth to have been at Fort Charlotte but, alas, his Dad wasn’t. Jonah tries to explain what (whut) happened but the kid is having none of it and plumb hawks one up right in Hex’s bacony face. Even though there are a lot of words here DeZuniga does a good job keeping things interesting by dropping detail out entirely at some points so the central image is bracketed by blankness and varying the POV as things progress. When the script slackens the art keeps things taut; it’s a joint effort. Words and pictures, you know how that goes. This scene’s pretty important (hey, maybe it pays off later?) but its immediate significance is in the fact that in its first panel the dude with the water flask is going “hic!” Maybe he drank his water too fast and got an upset tummy? Do you think that’s going to pay off soon? Do you think this piece is ever going to end? (Maybe it’ll be like the Tristram Shandy of nostalgic old man comics writing? maybe my heart will give out first?) Remember when drunk people went “hic”? They used to do it in movies too. In real life though they just get angry and violent. Ah, good times. Hic!

We’re on page 8 (PAGE EIGHT!) now, in case anyone’s keeping score and things start moving like a heated tomahawk through someone’s face from hereonin. So far the comics been overwritten (like this piece; like that was on purpose!) and expositing like expositing is a real thing, but Fleisher’s been setting it all up. All the pieces are now in place; El Papagaya’s in pursuit, Hex has connected with the kid, there’s a boozer loose and it’s all about to pay off over the next few pages. And you best believe it’s going to pay off in death and sorrow. Hey, Kids! Comics!

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Page eight is where the ordure becomes authentic. Despite Hex’s protestations the boozer (Shenandoah!) wobbles off and picks up a feather from the ground. Why, what harm coul…OMG! A feather! Like a parrot has! It’s El Papa..the ground immediately appears to eat Shenandoah and there is a child scarring two panel sequence of him falling onto some stakes (GHAAAAAAAAAA!). You don’t see anything really. Just the falling body suspended above the stakes below and then an inset of his screaming face, which has been charmingly hued a deep red. That shit sure shook me up when I was a kid. It was AWESOME! GHAAAAAAAAAAA! Hell, yeah! I wouldn’t get this excited again until I saw Walter Hill’s magnificent beast of a movie Southern Comfort (1981; coincidence?). In all honesty I get mixed messages from Walter Hill films. Do you think Southern Comfort knows it is skewering machismo even while it seems to be paying homage to it? It doesn’t really matter because, Powers Boothe. Anyway, I have a weak spot for fiction involving people in a hostile environment being picked off one by one. Some folk are like Hmm, chocolate or Awww, cats but me, I’m all Aw yeah, people in a hostile environment being picked off one by one! And it’s all this comic’s fault. Mind you, it hasn’t escaped my notice that people in a hostile environment being picked off one by one is basically Life, so there you go. Anyway everyone knows how that people in a hostile environment being picked off one by one stuff goes and that’s how this comic goes for the remainder of its pages.

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The point, he said realising he was late to take his kid to Cubs and he had paced this badly, is that this tale of Jonah Hex is 17 pages long but, boy howdy, it covers some distance. The actual comic book is a mite longer since there is also a one pager about dead sheriffs, a letter column and a Gary Cohn and Tom Yeates strip called Tejano. Consequently Fleisher and DeZuniga don’t have space to faff about, so they don’t. By the 8th page Fleisher and Dezuniga have worked like ditch diggers to get the reader up to speed with who everyone is, what they want and how they all relate to each other while also defining a deadly scenario to shape the events following. None of it is elegantly done but it all gets done. Round these parts that’s what genre comics are all about; getting’ it done. Fleisher and DeZuniga get it done quick and dirty and it all ends with an overwrought moment of emotion which is still not entirely unmoving despite its relative lack of sophistication. Jonah Hex #55 (“Blood Trail”!) mebbe weren’t quite as good as I remembered, but it still entertained like all get out and that makes GOOD! Did it deserve all those words? No, but like the man said, “Deserve’s got nothin' to do with it.

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As the sun sets sadly on the West Jonah Hex#55 (“Blood Trail”!) couldn’t be more – COMICS!!!

Arriving 3/5/14

This week is a small week, but don't be fooled! A small week can still have more big books than you can count. Including not one, but two, Mark Millar books in the form of STARLIGHT #1 and his and Quietly's return to JUPITER'S LEGACY. Plus, new Warren Ellis in the form of MOON KNIGHT #1, Brubaker and Epting with VELVET #4 and the latest WALKING DEAD collection. That is a lot of things, but trust me, their is more beneath the cut!

ACTION COMICS #29 ADVENTURE TIME FLIP SIDE #3 (OF 6) AFTERLIFE WITH ARCHIE #4 APOCALYPSE AL #2 (OF 4) ARCHER & ARMSTRONG #18 ARCHIE DOUBLE DIGEST #249 AUTEUR #1 AVENGERS AI #10 BAD BLOOD #3 (OF 5) BATMAN SUPERMAN ANNUAL #1 BATWING #29 BURN THE ORPHANAGE BORN TO LOSE #3 CAPTAIN AMERICA #18 ANMN CATALYST COMIX #9 (OF 9) CLONE #15 DARKNESS VICIOUS TRADITIONS #1 DAY MEN #3 DETECTIVE COMICS #29 (GOTHTOPIA) EARTH 2 #21 EVIL EMPIRE #1 FAIREST #24 (MR) FOREVER EVIL #6 (OF 7) FOREVER EVIL ARKHAM WAR #6 (OF 6) GARFIELD #23 GOD IS DEAD #8 GREEN ARROW #29 GREEN LANTERN #29 GRINDHOUSE DOORS OPEN AT MIDNIGHT #6 (OF 8) HINTERKIND #6 IRON MAN #22 JUICE SQUEEZERS #3 (OF 4) JUPITERS LEGACY #4 LADY RAWHIDE #4 (OF 5) LOBSTER JOHNSON GET LOBSTER #2 (OF 5) LOKI AGENT OF ASGARD #2 ANMN MAGNETO #1 ANMN MARK WAID GREEN HORNET #10 MEGA MAN #34 MICHAEL AVON OEMINGS VICTORIES #10 MISS FURY #9 CVR A TAN MOON KNIGHT #1 ANMN MOVEMENT #10 NEW WARRIORS #2 ANMN NIGHT OF LIVING DEADPOOL #4 (OF 4) NOIR #5 (OF 5) NOVA #14 ANMN PUNISHER #3 ANMN QUANTUM & WOODY GOAT #0 REVIVAL #18 ROGUE TROOPER #1 ROVER RED CHARLIE #4 (OF 6) SAVIORS #3 SCOOBY DOO TEAM UP #3 SECRET #6 SHADOW NOW #5 (OF 6) SHE-HULK #2 ANMN STARLIGHT #1 STORMWATCH #29 SUICIDE RISK #11 SWAMP THING #29 TALES OF HONOR #1 TERMINATOR SALVATION FINAL BATTLE #4 (OF 12) TRILLIUM #7 (OF 8) TRINITY OF SIN THE PHANTOM STRANGER #17 (EVIL) TUROK DINOSAUR HUNTER #2 TWILIGHT ZONE #3 UNCANNY X-MEN #18 VEIL #1 (OF 5) VELVET #4 WARLORD OF MARS #34 WOLVERINE AND X-MEN #1 ANMN

Books/Mags/Things ADVENTURE TIME ORIGINAL GN VOL 03 SEEING RED ANIMAL MAN TP VOL 04 SPLINTER SPECIES (N52) AVATAR LAST AIRBENDER TP VOL 07 RIFT PART 1 AVENGERS FALCON TP BEDLAM TP VOL 02 BTVS SEASON 9 TP VOL 05 THE CORE DREAM THIEF TP VOL 01 FATALE DLX ED HC VOL 01 HARLEY QUINN WELCOME TO METROPOLIS TP HEAVY METAL #267 HELLBLAZER SHOOT TP HENRY SPEAKS FOR HIMSELF TP MAD MAGAZINE #526 NIJIGAHARA HOLOGRAPH HC NOVA TP VOL 02 ROOKIE SEASON OZ HC EMERALD CITY OF OZ POKEMON ADVENTURES GN VOL 21 RUBY SAPPHIRE POWERPUFF GIRLS CLASSICS TP VOL 03 QUANTUM & WOODY TP VOL 02 IN SECURITY ROBOCOP TP VOL 02 LAST STAND PT 1 RUBICON TP SATELLITE SAM TP VOL 01 SHADOW GREEN HORNET TP VOL 01 DARK NIGHTS UNCANNY X-MEN TP VOL 01 REVOLUTION WALKING DEAD TP VOL 20 ALL OUT WAR PT 1 X-MEN DAYS OF FUTURE PAST HC

As always, what do YOU think?

ABHAY: These Aren't That Good But Here's Another Attempt at Capsule Reviews

Eh, don't feel like I did a great job on these, but here's an attempt at some capsule reviews for THE WHITE SUITS #1, DEADLY CLASS #1-2, more just chit-chat than a review of SATELLITE SAM #6 which I didn't care enough about to mention any of the actual details of (I think I really ate it on that one), FANTASTIC FOUR #1, and FOREVER EVIL: ARKHAM WAR #1 to 5.  There's better stuff on the internet, right now, these are just bleh, but if you're bored...

The White Suits #1 by Frank J. Barbiere & Toby Cypress, "story and art TM and copyright by Frank Barbiere":  I bought this to see Toby Cypress draw action-crime comics, and to the extent it's Toby Cypress drawing action-crime comics, I guess I got exactly what I wanted.  Cypress: dynamic anatomy, dynamic page layouts, a willingness to exaggerate anatomy but grounded in a very lavish sense of lighting; one of those guys who let you see the physical act of drawing in their pages, where the ink on the page serves not only the surface narrative but the usually much better sub-narrative, the timeless story of ink going onto the page.  We really should have a way of describing this style that's quick and efficient, the way the Belgians have the "Marcinelle School" or the "ligne claire" guys-- Cypress is hardly the only one chasing this muse.

Anyways, my kind of shit, the way he draws.  The comic is black and white with a red spot color-- ehhhh, execution on the spot color varies; when it's story motivated, or used to establish a setting, it's slick enough I guess. Though they stick to red more often than not which I just feel like has been done with crime comics, that they could maybe take more chances there-- especially because there's a couple pages where they mix in other colors that are entirely successful (a page of smeared green and yellow gunfire on top of the red, in particular, has a lot to offer).  Maybe it's better that's done judiciously though-- maybe that's not for me to say; "I'm gonna back-seat drive Photoshop!"  Sometimes, though, Cypress adds a low-opacity red smear on top of a drawing-- those parts seem less motivated by story or atmosphere; just sort of sit there on the page; miss more often than they hit; more than one panel of a low-opacity red blur on bad guy's teeth...? Watch out for their teeth, good guys-- those are some evil teeth.  

There's an especially slick panel of a strip club, the lamps all in red-- I especially liked that one.  It doesn't really "make sense"-- most strip clubs don't have that much lighting; at least, local ordinances for LA County had to put in a minimum amount of lighting, which suggests to me at least that authorities figured that for necessary because left to their own devices, strip clubs will want for lamps.  I don't know-- it's a fucking slick panel, anyways.

As for the story or writing or characters or themes, it's just another comic of things happening.  There's some guys, and then there's some other guys, and there are events involving all these guys (emphasis: guys).  Things happening isn't really a story, though-- it's just things happening.

Same questions as usual: What does anyone want?  What is at stake?  Does someone have a goal that they are working towards or some interesting, unique lifestyle?  Does that goal or their lifestyle reflect who they are?  Does that goal or their lifestyle say something about who WE are?  Is anything about the actual world being observed or relayed to the reader?  If not and it's an assembly of pre-existing genre formulas, is at least anything about those formulas being observed or relayed to the reader?  Is there anything-- fucking anything!-- that seems to be even a little bit personal about any of the material at issue?  Is there anything about it that says "this could have only come from this person-- this needed to be made because if this person didn't exist at this time, it wouldn't have ever been created at least in this configuration"?  W-H-Y S-H-O-U-L-D I C-A-R-E? How many times have I had to type out some variation of these same questions?

Story-wise, this comic is just a 100 Bullets rerun-- there's nothing in this comic that hasn't been written before.  It's white noise.  It's emotional static.  Sample dialogue:  "She's been watching me for over a month.  Hidden in plain sight... It doesn't matter.  If she really knew anything about me, she'd know that I'M BETTER.  Tonight I get some answers."  Jesus Christ, is there a button you can push on Final Draft that shits that out, or did someone have to light a candle and plagiarize a rejected Wolverine videogame screenplay word-for-word?  How much longer are any of us going to be alive?  How many more times do we have to read this same fake-macho speech over and over and over again?

"She's a badass.  She's cruel like a snake, but got the body of an angel, and the vagina of a devil, a devil named SHOTHAR THE SWEET-PUSSY BEARER.  But she's met her match because me, my dick gets hard, lady-- as hard as an erection!  She looks at me-- I want her to tell me what she sees.  She ain't seen the best of me yet.  Give me more time and I'll make her forget the rest.  I got more in me, and she can set it free.  I can catch the moon in my hand-- doesn't she know who I am?  REMEMBER MY NAME-- FAME!  I'M GOING TO LIVE FOREVER-- I'M GOING TO LEARN HOW TO FLY- HIGH.  I FEEL IT COMIN' TOGETHER!  PEOPLE WILL SEE ME AND CRY -- FAME!  I'M GOING TO MAKE IT TO HEAVEN.  LIGHT UP THE SKY LIKE A FLAME-- FAME!  I'M GOING TO LIVE FOREVER.  BABY, REMEMBER MY NAME remember remember remember FAME!"

It's not that the comic is bad-- it's that if you're reading enough comics where you're random-buying Dark Horse miniseries, your true enemy is apathy. Then again, first issues are tough-- maybe they'll work out their kinks, uh, whenever.  Saved this review at the end, with that last sentence-- now it's constructive and balanced!  Wee!

 

Deadly Class #1 and 2, by Rick Remender, Wes Craig, Lee Loughridge, Russ Wooton, an Sebastian Girner, copyright Rick Remender and Wes Craig on issue #1 but copyright Rick Remender on issue #2...?  Weird. Typo?:  This is a pretty stupid comic that I had to put down at least once because I was laughing at it and then just laughing at myself for still reading comics, but that being said, by the time I got to the end of the second one, I have to admit it's my kind of stupid.  When I call it stupid, I guess I'm saying that affectionately...?

Anyways, it's another high-concept Image book-- this one is set in 1987. The Matrix people go to the Harry Potter school, basically; the videogame Bully ensues...?  It's all drenched in "good lord, Claremont would blush" torrents of teen angst narration, though-- that's what got me.  By the time the main character is giving some 7th grade lecture about how Christians are too rude to fucking Mormons (?)-- "As if one religion is less  cultish and full of shit than the other"-- I put the book down to have myself that little laugh.  None of Remender's cutesy little ideas about race or anything make it in there, at least, so whew, but ufffff, get a blog.  Some of that's not his fault though-- some of that's just bad timing with me:  the first issue starts with a load of "people aren't nice enough to homeless street kids" talk that's harder to take seriously after seeing it play out a little more tragically in real life with John Campbell and whatever mental health issues she seems to be unfortunately grappling with (and best of luck to her). I imagine most folks didn't have that same issue, especially as the first issue of this came out well before that happened...

Mostly, it all reads very X-Men, but with crime mythologies instead of mutantcy.  Crime mythologies?  I'm pretty much a sucker for crime mythologies; can't remember a time when those weren't a pretty sweet thing to throw into a story. There's a decent quantity of dumb here (sample narration: "I hate the winter.  Jacket soaked by icy mist"...?) and plenty of ways this can go wrong, but the bedrock stuff-- rival factions of teens at war with one another, violence, swords, gangsters, spies, rich kids vs. poor kids... This stuff all baked into me pretty deep when I was all cookie-dough.  Regardless of anything I might say about this comic right this second,  I can guarantee that Me Age: 13 would have been all about this nonsense. I never watched a man have his throat slit by Colombian drug lords or anything (which the letter page suggests was what it took to write this comic...), but I saw Akira too before I could drive, so I'm never going to be too put off by a comic where disaffected teenagers have a motorbike battle... (It's a very strange letter page for a Harry Potter vs. The Matrix comic, but).

(Re: what I was saying before with White Suits and character motivations, the first issue, the main character's goal is survival.  Once that's mitigated by the end of issue 1, the comic almost immediately provides a new goal for the character-- to kill Ronald Reagan (like I said, stupid but in a way that invites a certain affection).  So: note that the main character is never without a goal and it's the better for it-- it doesn't have to be a noble  or worthwhile goal, even.  This paragraph shouldn't even have been needed to be written out, but so many fucking comics don't do this...).

Wes Craig's interesting-- don't think I've ever read a Wes Craig comic before...?  It's nice-- cute stuff.  He leaves his backgrounds fairly minimal to accommodate these very solid blocks of colors from Loughridge; plus, no panel borders.  The result is very direct, adds a certain subliminal emphasis to a lot of the storytelling, maybe.  (There's a fight scene in a Seijun Suzuki movie that I want to mention but the titles of all those movies blur together for me-- DAY OF THE BRANDING?  I don't know-- the one with the go go dancers...?).  Craig's working on what looks like 5 or 6 tiers a page (which is, at least comparatively speaking, a lot-- a mainstream comic you'll usually see 3, maybe 4).  He packs a good quantity of detail within that limited space (the highpoint so far being a Day of the Dead celebration in issue one, where he makes room for a dancing girl within the rest of the storytelling).  More tiers means more speed, more cutting-- especially because he's not one of those "Widescreen" jackasses, more time watching the characters move (the cost being time dwelling on any moment or letting any moment breathe too long).  I like that choice...

Simple version of what I'm saying: for me and my tastes, I like that they're not skimping on the comics in this comic, basically.

The only problematic part of all that is that they had to go smaller than usual on the lettering.  I keep comics by my bed usually for when I have trouble sleeping-- trying to read this tiny lettering when I'm trying to fall asleep... That part was a stone-cold bummer.

Anyways, it's a sometimes corny action comic for teens made out of some pretty good building blocks so far.  Might make a good compare-contrast with Naruto or something like that someday, if you're looking to write compare-contrasts on the internet, I suppose.

 

Satellite Sam #6 by Matt Fraction, Howard Chaykin, Ken Bruzenak, Jen Dougherty, Jesus Aburtov, Drew Gill and Thomas K, copyright Milkfed Criminal Masterminds & Howard Chaykin, Inc. (I want to read a comic about the JR-Ewing-like backstabbing and high-stakes office politics at Howard Chaykin, Inc.):  Just feels pointless to talk about.  I feel like when this series wraps and it's all collected in one edition, there's a lot of vacuous "general interest" websites that sort of superficially write about comics that'll take it super-seriously for a couple paragraphs or a year-end list or some shit.  Pop Matters or the shambles of the AV Club, one of those kinds of sites-- congratulations to them.  So, what's the point...?

Usually, when the Oscars roll around, and thoughts turn to comics, in the past at least, I've gotten a little miffed about how comics doesn't have an equivalent to the "Oscar film".  No one sells comics by announcing "Hey kids-- here's a project that's going to WIN ALL THE EISNERS next year" because no one gives a fuck about the Eisner Awards.  There's no "prestige projects". (DC used to call some of their Batman comics, the ones where Batman would be in an alternative universe and the Joker would be Margaret Sanger or whatever, they would call those "prestige" comics, but even those are long gone). All these hyped up Image comics?  Just different varieties of the same old bullshit, for the most part.  Deadly Class is, what, this year's New Mutants...?  Who gives a fuck about the New Mutants?  (Well, I did when I was 13 so here I am with "Deadly Class is Tops in My Book"...).

Satellite Sam, though?  That comic feels like an Oscar film-- but in the bad way, the middlebrow way, the way we make fun of.  This is one mentally challenged character away from winning all kinds of sweet white-person awards.

On the other hand, who else has used the creative freedom at Image to do anything besides C-grade pulp television shows?  It's interesting that a black and white period piece now out-sells Spawn or Invincible or whatever. It'd be more interesting if this were a better comic, and not Aaron Sorkin slash-fiction.  But look, if this book didn't exist, I would be here complaining with Image about how "all the creative freedom that the previous generation fought for, the whole fight to be taken seriously as an adult medium and all we got for it is this stupid Lazarus comic".  So this comic kept me from complaining...  That's something, right?  That's got to get it SOME credit.

So I don't know.  I just wish I could tell the guys with the moustache apart.  I can't tell them apart.  This isn't a joke.  I'm 100% serious-- I can not tell at least three (three?  four? two?) characters apart.  Who is the Man with the Moustache, you guys?  Is that the mystery Satellite Sam is trying to solve, too?

 

Fantastic Four #1 by James Robinson, Leonard Kirk, Karl Kesel & Jesus Aburtov (copyright Marvel Characters, Inc., manufactured between 1/31/2014 and 2/11/2014):  The Fantastic Four is almost never a good comic, but I was curious to see Robinson on it.  For a moment, I had a pang of nostalgia for early Starman, and I thought, if (a) Robinson showed up with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove after getting fucked around by DC, and (b) that Robinson showed up, the Robinson from the early days when he was trying to prove something, had that angry young man energy, then heck, there wouldn't be a better book for him at Marvel than the Fantastic Four.

The math works on paper, at least.  It's a book with a tremendous past, the Lee-Kirby run, that's cast a shadow on everything that's come after (a shadow the book's never gotten out of-- though... there's things to be said about Walt Simsonson, and Simonson's singular ability to work on Kirby material while still being his own guy, having his own voice).  For people who've read that Lee-Kirby run-- that's a run that flourishes in the memory of it, which is maybe true of all the great mainstream comic runs. And for people who haven't, it's still sort of casts a shadow, I think, because I think you can't help but be aware that there was this run at some point where it was the biggest book at Marvel, the World's Greatest Comic whatsit.  Plus, it was very much a book of its time and place-- the FF works in the mid-to-late 60's, the way Superman works in the 40's and 50's, in a way those franchises don't really hum the same way out of those time periods.

 I thought Robinson would be interesting to watch handle all the challenges that creates since he sort of walked into the same situation on Starman, with the Golden Age DC characters who had a similar baggage to them, a suffocating air of respectability.  I think the early issues of Starman, at least, handled that well not only by finding an emotional-in to things, an angle-- other writers can do that-- but also a level of specificity to the details, all the stuff about the collectibles in that book, the very specific references to music, culture, fashion that were made.  Which I think the FF can accommodate... like, just thinking of those old drawings of the Baxter Building bisected-- "Here's the gym, here's the observation lounge," etc.  Lee-Kirby had that same understanding of the importance of the specific detail, too, in their own way.

It was a lot of unfair baggage to walk into this comic with, basically, so when I say it didn't live up to any of that, don't take that as anything besides ... I mean, of course it didn't.  It's too much to expect, I guess.

 (I should mention, when I tried to read it, I didn't get that far with the Hickman run because it was fucking awful-- or at least, I couldn't keep reading after the issue where a woman gets her face punched off (which you would think people would mention about a big critically-acclaimed run, like "oh by the way some robot woman gets her face punched off by a monster thing for no discernible reason in case you don't like looking at pointless violence against women made by relentlessly oblivious comic bros" but I missed that review, I guess).  But I understand that run was popular, and maybe that makes what I'm talking about above impossible or maybe that was popular because it became what I'm talking about above.  It just seems like a book that never really does gangbusters because it's ... it always looks like Old Person Nostalgia Show instead of a comic anyone really feels like they need to read to stay hep to the exciting developments of that Universe... Which is a shame, just from having heard Jeff & Graeme talk on Wait What about the Thing being sort of the earliest fan-favorite character and why-- it's ... it's too bad that's how that ended up being the hand that got dealt...  Anyways...)

I didn't see anything in the Robinson issue that seemed like it would change anyone's mind on anything, at least.  Fin Flang Froom or whatever shows up?  Then, Reed Richards makes out with his hot fakey-fake comic book wife...? Then, there's a cliffhanger I didn't understand.  The end.  The Fin Flang Floom bit all read like something that'd be going on in the deep background of some Astro City issue, and not even a good Astro City issue-- one about an apprentice jizz-mopper who is struggling to complete his tax forms on time.  Nobody wants to read that issue... Well, maybe if he fills out a Schedule C incorrectly-- that might be pretty fun; (I really like having Astro City back, you guys!)  Anyways, it didn't make an impression.

P.S.  Man, that new logo is shit-ugly. Is that just me?  Not into it.

 

FOREVER EVIL: ARKHAM WAR #1-5 by Peter J. Tomasi, Scot Eaton, Jaime Mendoza, Allen Martinez, Taylor Esposito, Fabok & Dalhouse, Andrew Dalhouse, Wil Quintana, Jason Wright, Darren Shan, Rachel Gluckstern, and Mike Marts (copyright DC Comics, published on paper "made with sustainably managed North American fiber"):

I got to thinking the other day about how what I picture in my head about DC fans has changed in the last ... nearly 10 years.

Before, and for a LONG time,   when I pictured a DC fan in my head, I would picture an irritated old grampa, angry that kids were on his lawn, yelling "Get off my lawn, you damn kids" out a window, while he tried to enjoy himself a delicious glass of lemonade and listen to the big band sounds coming from PBS and enjoy him some fine DC comics, with a sheaf of letterhead paper at his side in case he had to write an angry letter to the editor.  "How dare they suggest that Zatanna would kiss a boy she wasn't married to?  The Teen Titans aren't a music video for your hippity hop music-- this is supposed to be about morality.  Young people love morality.  My heart-- ackkkk dead."

But now, when I picture a DC fan in my head, I just picture a goon in his EARLY 20's, with spikey hair and a spray tan on his way to hang out on some kind of boardwalk next to a beach.  "YO, I JUST LOST MY JOB AT THE ORANGE JULIUS, SO I'M GONNA READ THIS ISSUE OF BATMAN-- HOPEFULLY, I GET TO SEE BATMAN LICK HIS TONGUE UP INTO CATWOMAN'S SWEET KAZOOHA-- THEN ME AND JONNY AND SILLY PETE, WE'RE GOING TO THE TITTY BAR-- YOU SHOULD JOIN US AND GET THOSE TITTIES IN YOUR FACE, SON.  WOOT WOOT!"

So I was drinking my cocoa and thinking on that, and figured it was contempt prior to investigation.  I hadn't really dipped into the New 52 much, all those comics where superheros changed their clothes to juggalo versions of their old costumes because Flash's mom was dead again ... or something...?  I wanted to have that life experience.  So, I went with Forever Evil: Arkham War because I'd remember seeing a review of it somewhere or another.  My understanding of the Forever Evil event is that the Earth 2 characters have all come to Earth...?  It's another Earth 2 story?  That's all I know.

This is a comic about Batman being gone from Gotham and all the bad guys fighting each other for control over Gotham,  which as premises go is pretty promising, you would think.  But there's no Joker and no Two-Face, and none of the villains really use their gimmicks ever, so in practice, it doesn't really work out.

Basically, it's all of Batman's Rogue's Gallery versus Bane, who the comic constantly mentions is from Santa Prisca (which Wikipedia describes as "a small island located in the northern Caribbean").  So if you want to read a Batman comic about white anxiety over illegal immigration, I guess there's this one...?  Scarecrow doesn't use his fear-ness on anybody; Riddler isn't in there so there's no riddles; Penguin talks about back-stabbing but never really back-stabs anyone or .. does or... that part's confusing, actually.  Since it's Bane, it's just a lot of muscle-guys wrasslin' one another, mostly.

Mostly, it's just a moment-to-moment "awww dude wouldn't it be awesome if" comic, which is sort of the expectation I had going in-- that's what DC does now, right?  That's what they replaced story with...?  How long can you keep that going?  Bane in a Batman costume; a scene of something called Talons (?) getting sliced in half by some kind of difficult-to-understand trap; Manbat armies killing people just off-camera so it stays PG-ish; I feel like they could replace every bit of dialogue in this comic with the lyrics to that "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" song and I wouldn't have noticed much of a difference.

The Old DC universe was a nice place where villains were a disruption; the modern DC seems like a terrible place where anything nice happening is a disruption... Having the Earth-2 villains take over in the comics seems besides the point, given the people who've taken over making these comics, their tastes.  Is that part of the subtext of this event?  Is that what the fission of this whole Forever Evil is supposed to be?  Is it a metaphor?

Putting Bane into a Batman costume lets them do Dark Knight Returns homage in issue 5:  beefy Bane-Batman jumps onto a horse, in a straight-up DKR lift.  But the comic just glides right by that homage-- it doesn't take a moment to underline it or revel in it or anything; it just happens in the background of a Talon (? no idea) saying "I was born Henry Ballard... and I serve Arkham Asylum."  It's just limp-dicked and anhedonic.

At one point, they show a map of the city, how the Rogues divided it up-- Zsasz controls a part of the city...?  I only know him from the videogames-- isn't the Zsasz character just a serial killer?  Why would a serial killer need to control part of a metropolitan area?  "I need to punish women with my design; also, I need to control municipal garbage services and zoning controls."  Zsasz is a very civic-minded serial killer, I guess.

Scot Eaton... There's at least one or two moments of garbled storytelling in every issue, but he doesn't have a lot of room to work in so it's hard to say how much of it is his fault... There's a nice page of Bane making his own Batman costume.  He lands that one, I suppose.  His opening splash pages are okay.  It's a lot of pages of all the Batman villains posing at each other (which, with only a few exceptions, is what mainstream comics call "fight scenes").  It's the kind of comic art where you can tell which original pages he thinks will sell well at a convention...?  I can't really imagine he's anybody's Favorite Dude-- his style is pretty anonymous, generic DC art (that always looks difficult and time-consuming to pull off, to be fair, all those lines).  But ... as an instance of "this is what mainstream comics look like," I guess he does his job.  Can't really lay anything at his feet-- seems like just a professional guy doing a gig.  I mean, it's the pinup school of storytelling-- there's none of the velocity of those Toby Cypress White Suits pages-- it's just pinup-pinup-pinup.  But that's what a dude reading this comic wants, right?

The fancier he gets with his storytelling panels, the more awkward things get.  In one panel, he tries to draw a downshot of Killer Croc, with the camera outside of a window, in the rain...?  It doesn't work out too great for him, that panel... He seems suited for this comic, at least-- it's a comic written full of pinup moments.  How he would do on a comic where he had to tell a story... Well, with DC being run like it is right now, I guess that's a purely academic question.  (Wikipedia says he's been drawing comics since the 90's, and his name doesn't really ring a bell with me, so...)

One of the ads in this comic is of Nightwing, tied up (by something-- the artist couldn't draw convincing rope, if that's supposed to be rope), drooling his own blood.  A few pages later is an ad of Green Lantern drowning in blood.  The page after that is an ad for Green Arrow:  THE KILL MACHINE. After that, all the DC Rogues inhale a gas that robs them of their personalities and makes them giant overmuscled drooling meatheads yelling the word KILL.  Is this a metaphor? This feels like a metaphor.

"I Wonder If Tom And Larry Would Be So Eager To Marry Me If My...Feet...Were...Gone!" COMICS! Sometimes They Got Moxie, You Betcha!

As an ancient ladies’ fragrance ad had it, “Men Can’t Help Acting On Impulse”; which is why we have prisons. And, slightly more pertinently, why I bought this book of ye olde newspaper continuities. Repeat offenders will recall that recently I looked at a Hermes Press collection of Frank Robbins’ Johnny Hazard newspaper strips. Hopefully such folk will fail to recall that I was somewhat out of my depth and basically just said "Frank Robbins draws real nice!" in a number of different ways without even a hint of insight. In the uncharacteristically optimistic belief that I could hardly do any worse I thought I’d look at yet more old newspaper strips. This time out they are both about and by a woman. This means there’s every chance I’ll not only fail to say anything of use but I’ll also inadvertently offend fifty percent of the world’s population. Sigh, and this is how I relax; it’s no wonder I have more hair on my toes than on my head.  photo BScredoB_zpse81f947d.jpg

Anyway, this…

BRENDA STARR,REPORTER The Collected Dailies and Sundays: 1940-46 By Dale Messick Hermes Press, $60.00 (2012 Brenda Starr created by Dale Messick Brenda Starr and Brenda Starr, Reporter (c) Tribune Media services, Inc.

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One thing that becomes apparent very quickly when you decide to dip a toe in the newspaper continuities pool is the price of the bally things. This one goes for sixty of your Earth dollars. Now, that’s not what I paid thanks to Christmas gift vouchers and a good truffle about for a price within spitting distance of my personal definition of reasonable, but that’s still the RRP. The other thing is such books are pretty niche and people tend to buy them out of a strange kind of forensic curiosity rather than just for pure reading pleasure. What I’m getting at is it’s important to know what you are getting. I was remiss in this area with the Frank Robbins’ Johnny Hazard book which, at this late date, I will inform you contained just the strips but these were crisply reproduced. Which is fair enough; no frills but good stuff. This Brenda Starr book is a bit more of a mixed bag. So, in the interests of people who take their newspaper continuities seriously I will let you know what you are in for if you splash the cash in Brenda Starr’s direction. Some of the reproduction is a bit iffy in this volume so tread wisely.

Foreword by Starr Rohrman Introduction by Richard Pietryzk An Appreciation by Trina Robbins Chapter 1: Beginning Sunday strips from June 30, 1940 through to April 20, 1941. Presented in colour and half a strip to a page. The reproduction is excellent and the reading a pleasure. Chapter 2: The Curious Tale of Mary Elizabeth Beastly Sunday strips from September 10, 1944 through to January 14, 1945. Presented in crisp and clear B&W. With one exception these are taken directly from the original artwork. Chapter 3: The Man of Mystery Sunday and daily strips from October 22,1945 through to February 24,1946. The reproduction on the colour sundays remains good but the B&W dailies are a bit lacking. Process A brief and basic look at process but with some nice original art and colour guide stuff. Afterword by Laura Rohrman

 

And now I start flapping my jaw…

Dalia (“Dale”) Messick was born in South Bend, Indiana on April 11th 1906 and in 1940 she created the newspaper strip Brenda Starr for the Chicago Tribune. She created the strip under the less gender specific moniker of Dale as, back then, women weren’t taken too seriously in the comic strip biz and men’s hands had a tendency to wander. My, how things have changed, he said tonelessly. Now I’m going to make a half-hearted stab at showing a modicum of interest in the human being who made these strips. Don’t worry it’s not much; just other people’s words rewritten enough to avoid legal action (hopefully), but it’s better than nothing. Call me Icarus.

So, in between 1906 and 1940 what was Dalia Messick up to? That’s 34 years in there, that’s not chump change time-wise. Well, Dalia Messick spent the first part of her life as a child attending Hobart High School where her reported severe myopia, poor spelling and left handedness indicate those were not the happiest days of her life. Maybe, as it is for many such children, art was a refuge; maybe it wasn’t, but art was where Dalia Messick ended up and judging by how she got there it wasn’t by chance. Usually around this point I’d be obliged to point to the fact that her mother was a milliner and her father was a sign painter hence her budding artistic interest and later commercial success.

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That’s a bit pat, maybe? Well, I do think the milliner thing is interesting because Messick’s art very much resembles the fashion illustrations of the time; full of sweeping lines and curves. Her strips have a marked emphasis on apparel rather than the folk sporting it. And hats; Brenda Starr is all about the hats. There’s even an innovative “soil hat” to keep the flowers adorning it fresh; it didn’t catch on. Milliners (like her Mum; keep up) design and manufacture hats, so I’m not just grabbing this stuff out of thin air. Mind you, I’m not sure about the sign painting her Dad did though. I guess it could have set in place the importance of bold visual appeal in snaring attention; something these strips also trade in. While Messick’s strips lack Milton Caniff’s (or Frank Robbin’s Caniff informed) chiaroscuro approach or Alex Raymond’s mannered elegance they do have energy. Sure, Brenda Starr is scruffy stuff in comparison to Terry and the Pirates or Flash Gordon, but what its visual raggedness lacks in precision it makes up for with impact and the eye really tears through this stuff. I’ve just exhausted all my points of ye olde newspaper strip reference, but I imagine quite a lot of the strips of the time got by on, er, enthusiasm rather than majestically realised technique. I doubt though that many strips of the time cherished fashion as much as Brenda Starr did.

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Brenda Starr is a romantic adventure strip so, sure, there are cars and building and desks and snow and rocks and all that scenery malarkey but it’s all a poor second to the fashion stuff. Yes, there’s scads of high adventure and derring-do in Brenda Starr; there are parties, mysterious millionaires, marriage proposals, young men cross dressing in sea shell brassieres, eye patched lotharios and all the enchantingly surreal stuff you’d expect from such a papery cough-syrup daydream, but there’s also a whole lot of vogueing going on. As the cupid struck men around Brenda prove it’s not unusual to fall in love with anyone, and nor is it unusual for the bulk of a Brenda Starr strip to consist entirely of Brenda flouncing around in a ridiculous concoction of feathers, fur and lace. Sometimes her kit is so flamboyantly bizarre that she resembles nothing less than a haute couture version of the Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man. I say her outfits are ludicrous creations but I am pretty much fashion unconscious so I could be wrong there. They are certainly, um, distinctive, as they say in Paree. Yes, distinctive indeed as are each of the strips no matter the schmutter Brenda’s bedecked in. I won’t lie; these strips are kind of clumsily garish and oddly distorted and, at first, I didn’t know what to make of them. And that’s why I read up about her and did a bit of poking about at 1940s stuff. Hence the enormously speculative bit about how her Mum and dad, and their jobs, fed into her art. Even better and, better still, even less speculative is the fact that Messick worked in the greeting card industry before her strip was picked up by the Chicago Tribune. Because if there’s one thing these strips resemble it’s 1940s greeting cards pressed into service as a narrative.

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Reading other people’s research tells me that Messick spent the tail end of her 34 years prior to hitting the comics jackpot in the greeting card industry. She must have had a knack for it because she managed to support her family through the Great depression with such work. I guess people may not have wanted hats designing or signs painting but they still wanted to send chirpy bits of card to each other; go figure. By 1940 America had been hoisted up out of the Depression by its bootstraps via the brawny Liberalism of Roosevelt’s New Deal and, of slightly less historical import, Dale Messick’s art was forever imprinted by her past vocation. Who would have guessed a bunch of newspaper strips about a flighty but capable and independent female reporter in impractical clothing would weather the years better than Liberalism. Now, as awesome as the days when Liberals got shit done were (so awesome; so, so awesome), things weren’t all rosy back then, no, what with all that sordid kerfuffle over in Europe and all that sexism in the men everywhere. Oddly, Brenda Starr, on the admittedly incomplete evidence of these strips, largely ignores the whole unfortunate Second World War thing preferring instead to accentuate the positive and carry blithely on as though nothing is happening. Plenty of other people picked up the slack on that, but few strips would have reflected so well the growing emancipation of the women on the Home Front.

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And Brenda Starr does it naturally without polemic or stridency simply by being a strip about a woman with moxie. Brenda may not appear terribly self-determining and there appears to be a total lack on Messick’s part to be pushing any agenda as such, but by simply being what it is it is of significance. If I, somewhat unscientifically, take some lady-centric comics I’ve been looking at lately we have Brenda’s near contemporary, and Ms Messick’s namesake, Dale Arden; there she is dressed for a bordello and endangered approximately every seventeen and a half minutes on an alien planet, and she’s mostly concerned with getting Flash Gordon to marry her. Then there’s Diana Prince: Wonder Woman from the progressive year of 1968 in which Steve Trevor picks up a strange hippy woman in a bar and Diana Prince just weeps unsettlingly fat white tears while upbraiding herself not to be so jealous. Back in this century I’ve read a couple of 2013 comics which are, you know, just the same old violent boys comics but the hero is a heroine with a name like Silky Fontaine. Which is fine if you like that; fill your boots. But I’ve met a couple of women over the last four plus decades and I can exclusively reveal to you now that some women like romance, some women have even been known to take an interest in fashion, and, it beggars belief this, they are capable human beings who get stuff done. Now, I don’t want to end up refusing to leave the house until sufficient people sign a petition saying I’m not a monster but perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a very profitable middle ground in comics between portraying women as sex toys or sad death machines.

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Dalia Messick wrote and drew Brenda Starr from 1940 to 1980 and it continued in other hands until 2011. That’s not small potatoes there and it’s probably largely down to the fact that her audience could identify with Brenda and live vicariously through her. As gaudy as her adventures may have been Brenda was always just a woman. While there’s no end of everyman characters in comics there’s a real dearth of everywoman characters. And there is an everywoman; ask Chaka Khan. Brenda Starr might appear unfashionably feminine but she is who she is and she’s happy being like that and it holds her back not a jot. I enjoyed Brenda Starr because Brenda Starr reminded me very much of the last five minutes of INLAND EMPIRE; an eruption of women being unapologetically happy in themselves. How could that ever be less than GOOD!

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It's A Fair Cop, Guv Dept. John got any facts in the above from the wikipedia page abour Dale Messick. There are a lot more facts on there and also some useful links at the bottom of the page.