Hey, everyone. "Moriarty" here with some Rumblings From The Lab.
Oh, man... Cormorant is learning HTML. It's the sweetest thing I've ever seen. I may be forced to give Cormorant entirely platonic man-kisses the next time I see him. My doctor thanks you... my carpal tunnels thank you...
... and after a batch of reviews like this, I'm betting the readers are going to want to thank you, too. Let's get to it!
S’up, comic fans? Cormorant here with the NINETEENTH damn installment of The TalkBack League of @$$holes, the comic review column you love to hate and hate to love! In the wake of DK2, we spent a few dreary days playing Russian Roulette here at @$$hole HQ, but luckily we’re all nigh-invulnerable, and with the coming of a new comic week, we’re finally ready to stop putting guns in our mouths and start enjoying funnybooks again. I think it’s a healthy evolution.
This time around, we’ve got a good helping of superhero reviews, including thoughts on the landmark 25th issue of ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN, coverage of Marvel’s relaunches of DEADPOOL and CABLE as AGENT X and SOLDIER X, and a brutal anal-probing of the latest issue of FANTASTIC FOUR. Breaking the mold a bit, you’ll also find reviews of the wrasslin’ comic, BIG DADDY DANGER, a vivisection of the latest issue of the ubiquitous ARCHIE (the one comic that other review sites fear to touch! But not us!), and the week’s prerequisite artsy-fartsy review as I cover Eddie Campbell’s super-cool EGOMANIA.
To start it all off, though, we’ve got a guest-review from Superninja, an @$$hole whose passionate thoughts on comics go waaaaaaay the hell back to the TalkBacks that first spawned our rag-tag group of comic book freedom fighters. Superninja’s been busy for a while receiving cybernetic weapon implants to better serve her as a corporate assassin, but we’ve always kept a reserve seat open for her at the @$$hole Strategic Command Room and Beer Pub. This week she was kind enough to pitch in and review the comic that makes even her ruthless heart flutter with passion – RUSE!
On with the show!
RUSE #10
Writer: Mark Waid
Penciler: Butch Guice
Colors: Laura DePuy
Guest review by: superninja
When we last left the intrepid duo of Simon Archard and Emma Bishop, they had just solved a patricide at the Oxford-Collins estate and were searching for clues as to the whereabouts of Malcolm Lightbourne, Archard's former mentor and present-day nemesis. It led them to the opening of a cave, marked with a taunting message left pinned to the boards blocking its entrance by none other than the mysterious Lightbourne.
Unlike the previous story arcs, where Waid writes everyone (except for Archard) as being in over their heads while slowly building up to a final conclusion, this issue throws them right into the action. Lightbourne is ready for Simon and wants to make him pay. In fact, he's so angry that suddenly he's become an Evil Mastermind(TM). Following in the footsteps of all Bond villains, Lightbourne must completely divulge his plans for the destruction of Partington (the city that both Simon and Emma inhabit), and offer Simon the choice of saving the town or his partner.
With the buildup in this title about Archard's past relationship with his former mentor, I was expecting something more clever from Waid. If Archard is so intelligent, and if Lightbourne was his mentor, it stands to reason this should be the ultimate battle of wills. Right?
Not at all. It's like bad editing in a movie where you're at the end, but you're not quite sure how you got there.
What keeps this issue from being just pure action filler is that we are privy to Emma's thoughts while reading it, and her choice as to whether or not she will "fix" things using her ability to freeze time. It's a power she has via the CrossGen sigil - a totem seen throughout CrossGen’s titles that gives a character abilities beyond those of mortals, though it's been used more subtly in Ruse.
Overall, a lackluster issue of Ruse. But it's forgivable for one reason:
I will trade sexual favors with anyone that can deliver me the original artwork by Guice of that moment between Simon and Emma.
If you've followed Ruse, it's worth buying the issue. I never knew lettering could be so sexy.
NOTE: Cormorant pointed out an article at Newsarama that explains the missing element in this issue. Mark Waid is quoted as posting the following:
"I bought and read RUSE #10 today - and I have to admit, I was surprised at CrossGen's generosity in crediting me for the full plot to the issue since what I turned in and was paid for bore almost no resemblance to the actual published story. That's in NO WAY a value judgment on the work - as I have ALWAYS said, I wish the new team the best of luck - but I thought it important to set the record straight, as it's not fair to Scott [Beatty] and Butch [Guice] to credit me with work that is obviously so much theirs. Again, I appreciate CrossGen working to make me feel included, but I don't want or need it at the expense of others."
You can read the full story HERE!!
Waid is officially out. I think I might join him, if this issue is telling.
Title: SUPERMAN #185
Writer: Geoff Johns
Artist: Brent Anderson
Publisher: DC Comics
Reviewer: Ambush Bug
I’m not a big Superman fan. We’ve all heard the comparisons between Batman and Superman fans and the big Elvis/Beatles Tarantino argument, so I won’t bore you with it. Let’s just say I prefer Batman to Superman and leave it at that. That’s not to say that I only buy Bat-books. Hell, if I did that, I’d be in a pretty sad state considering how those books are looking these days. Which leads to the reason why I picked up SUPERMAN #185. In a time where continuity is being substituted by celebrity and characters are being misused and mishandled all over the place, it’s good to see that one writer understands what type of comic I want to read - that writer is Official @$$hole Golden Boy, Geoff Johns.
Johns has a way of telling fresh stories while respecting the past. He sees these characters for what they are and what they can be without throwing away what they have been before. Some of these characters are pushing forty, fifty, and even sixty years old, but Johns doesn’t see that as a hindrance. He sees it as a guideline, rich with possibilities. A blueprint to expand upon. In other words, he’s doing what these other so-called writers aren’t. He’s actually making up new, classic tales starring the characters we grew up reading, instead of scrapping everything that has come before, re-telling old tales, and trying to pawn them off as something fresh or ultimate. Johns has done this with JSA, FLASH, and HAWKMAN. He’s breathing new life into AVENGERS soon and now has his sights set on DC’s bread and butter hero, SUPERMAN. And that’s a long way of explaining why I picked up SUPERMAN #185.
In my opinion, Superman has seen better days. But since I don’t follow the title, how the hell should I know? All I know is that Krypton is supposed to have blown up and all of its inhabitants are supposed to be dead save Superman, but for some reason, Supes is constantly returning to Krypton and running into Kryptonians. But issue #185 doesn’t deal with any of that hooey, so I can’t complain about it here.
One thing that I have noticed is a lack of good villains for the Man of Steel to tussle with. We’ve got President Luthor, a robotic Brainiac, Bizarro (who, I’ll give you, is cool), and Zod (who, I’ll give you again, is equally cool). But that’s about it for heavy hittin’ villains in Supes’ stable. I can’t think of anyone better than Geoff “I made the Flash’s Rogues roguish” Johns to amp up Superman’s bad guys. And from what I hear, he’s got a lot of cool stuff coming. But once again issue #185 doesn’t deal with any of that, so I won’t talk about it here.
What I can talk about is the fact that in a single issue, Johns has made Superman interesting again. And how did he do it? He told a simple story about an Ohio little league baseball game, a man from Krypton, and an ex-government agent covered in alien metal who likes to stuff ladies into refrigerators. There is no trace of Krypton, excepting Superman himself, in this issue. You don’t need to know about Hypertime, or what version of Brainiac is causing trouble this week, or how Luthor got into the Oval Office. This is a bare bones story centering on Superman and I liked it.
One of the reasons I shy away from Superman comics is the fact that he’s a bit too squeaky clean for my tastes. Sure every now and then the writers throw in some angst or some death to satiate the appetites of the vicious readers, but Superman has always been a boy scout in my eyes. Many writers have tried to darken the character, but that’s not the way to spark my interest. What makes Johns’ take on Superman so interesting is that he keeps the squeak and polish of Superman, but reveals that he’s not so nice to those who are not so nice. He respects those deserving of respect, but the law-breakers and other ne'er-do-wells had better watch out. It’s all about respect to him (respect for the law, respect for others) and I can respect that. Superman doesn’t hold back against those who break the law and harm others. Just ask Major Force, the bad guy for this tale, who finds out that when Superman turns off the boy scout routine, he doesn't screw around. This is an interesting take on the character. One filled with potential, especially since Superman is only one man and the views of the law and respect differ from person to person. One powerful man laying down the law could be a blessing to some, but may not be seen as favorable to everyone.
Pacual Ferry’s cover is nice. It looks like a Norman Rockwell painting if Norman painted pictures of a smoldering Superman in an impact hole. Half of it is colored in antique-style brown and white sketches, while Superman is fully colored. I think the image would have been better if they just sketched the entire cover and left the colors out, but it’s nice nonetheless.
Brent Anderson’s interior art is nice too. He’s got a clean style that lacks the stylization that regular artist, Pascual Ferry, has. Anderson does the art for RISING STARS over at TOP COW COMICS. I prefer his art on that title to this issue, but that may have to do with the fact that he inks his own stuff over on RISING STARS and I believe his stuff was inked by Ray Snyder (credited as “bat boy”) in this issue. Anderson’s Superman is not amazing, but the faces and poses of the baseball team are very well rendered. There’s nice variation of panels and good action depicted in them. He made Johns’ story fun to look at and that’s all that matters.
This is Johns’ second issue of SUPERMAN. I didn’t pick up his first issue because it was tied in with that “Return to Krypton II” hullabaloo and I didn’t want to buy all of the titles. Issue #185 is a stand alone story and hints at a deeper government conspiracy involving Superman and Amanda Waller, President Luthor's Advisor on Metahuman Affairs. I know this will be developed in the future, but I hope it will stay in this title and under Johns’ writing. Johns hasn’t converted me over completely to the Superman camp, but if he keeps chucking out stories like this one, I could be swayed. SUPERMAN #185 does its job in that it probably pleased longtime fans with its fresh take on the character and got this non-believer interested as well.
BIG DADDY DANGER # 1
Writing & art by Adam Pollina
Published by DC
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THE AUTHORITY: KEV # 1
Written by Garth Ennis
Art by Glenn Fabry
Published by Wildstorm/DC
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10TH MUSE VOL. 2 # 1
Written by Marv Wolfman
Art by Roger Cruz
Published by Avatar/Tidalwave
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Reviews by Buzz Maverik
Remember that great, old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Bugs is the mascot of the Gorgeous George-like wrestler called Ravishing Ronald, the Denatured Boy? After a giant brute called the Crusher uses Ronald's hair net to make the Denatured Boy a human punching bag, Bugs dons a mask and opens up a can of whup ass (in those days, whup ass cans came with a pull top ring) on him. Adam Pollina's BIG DADDY DANGER opens up with a wrestler, almost identical to the Crusher, battling our hero. In fact, the ring announcer/ref is the same one as in the cartoon. As comics featuring wrestlers masked in the Mexican tradition go, I prefer Charles Burns' EL BORBAH for myself. But BIG DADDY DANGER is a rare find these days - a mainstream comic book that is appropriate for kid readership.
The thing I like about THE AUTHORITY is that it is superhero deconstruction that fortunately leaves our great icons alone. We all know who Apollo and The Midnighter are supposed to be, but they are still Apollo and The Midnighter. KEV is a hilarious book. Kev is a British special forces type who is a bit of a lout, eh wot. He runs afoul of The Authority and makes a mess of things and shoots his mouth off big time. This is another great job by Garth Ennis and Glenn Fabry. I'd love to see Kev in his own regular series, as sort of a John Constantine dealing with super human issues rather than mystical ones. And of course, Kev is Constantine without brains. Think of your standard Bruce Campbell character with a British accent.
Finally, I bought 10TH MUSE because it featured a cover spoofing Kirby's AVENGERS # 1. Alternate covers spoofed FANTASTIC FOUR # 1, and work by John Romita Jr., George Perez and Alex Toth (I think). Mainly, I bought the book because it was written by one of the best to ever work in the medium, Marv Wolfman. That's Mr. CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS, TOMB OF DRACULA, THE NEW TEEN TITANS, SKULL THE SLAYER, THE MAN CALLED NOVA and a slew of BATMAN, SPIDER-MAN, FANTASTIC FOUR and SUPERMAN stories to you, bucko. This is the kind of superhero tale I've been missing lately. It features the formation of a new team called The Odyssey. Our title heroine, the Muse, teams with Isis (not the one from the old Saturday morning SHAZAM! TV. show), Trident, Atlas and Orion (not the one from DC's THE NEW GODS) to take on an energy sucking menace called Overthrow, who is remarkably similar to the energy sucking alien whom Nova the Human Rocket had to fight in his origin tale. The art is cartoony, but I'm learning to accept it. If you're going to read comics in 2002, get used to cartoony art. I swear, each manga issue should come equipped with electrodes to be attached to would-be artists. Aversion therapy, that's the stuff!
EDDIE CAMPBELL’S EGOMANIA
Writing and art by Eddie Campbell (with an assist by daughter, Haley Campbell)
Published by Eddie Campbell Books
Reviewed by Cormorant
A multi-format magazine devoted to a single comic creator’s musings seems a little…well…egotistical doesn’t it? Don’t worry, Eddie Campbell immediately owns up to such potential criticism by simply titling his magazine “Egomania,” and even pokes a bit of fun at himself by having the titling block his face in the self-portrait he drew for the cover.
For comic fans like myself who might dabble in small press titles, but who always keep one foot planted firmly in mainstream stuff, Eddie Campbell is still best-known for his groundbreaking collaboration with Alan Moore in the Jack the Ripper epic, FROM HELL. Campbell’s other notable efforts – the series, BACCHUS, and his autobiographical ALEC stories – have alas, never found their way onto my reading table. Based on the first issue of the magazine EGOMANIA, I may have to rectify these mistakes, as EGOMANIA reveals Eddie Campbell to be a sharp and witty intellectual in addition to being a great artist, with insight to be had on topics as diverse as an unremembered Batman artist, an obscure nude painting with special meaning to Australian soldiers, and the whole bloody history of humor.
“The history of humor?!” you ask. “How the hell’s he gonna do that in a comic and why would I wanna read it?!!”
Well, those who’ve read FROM HELL will recall Eddie Campbell’s deft handling (under Alan Moore’s writing) of an entire chapter devoted exclusively to a tour of the pagan architecture of London, with commentary from none other than the well-spoken Ripper himself. It was a ponderous chapter, but mesmerizing as it jumped from discussions of fourth-dimensional phenomena to ancient Greek cults to subversive pagan architecture in Christian churches. It remains my favorite single chapter of that story, and as it turns out, Campbell’s sequential discussion of the history of humor has much the same draw. It begins unassumingly enough, with Campbell himself hanging out in a bar with a pal, discussing his plan to write the history of humor while his skeptical friend takes the piss out of him. Very quickly, though, Campbell launches into his theories, beginning with a unifying theme of history throughout the ages:
The arse.
(Or “ass,” as Yanks like me prefer to call it)
Yep, from political cartoons to fart jokes in Dante’s INFERNO to the bared asses of Scottish warriors as seen in the movie BRAVEHEART, the ass, vulgar as it is, is a good point to begin finding common ground in humor throughout the ages. Campbell bolsters his writing with reproductions of classic pieces of art featuring…ahem…“ass imagery,” and then moves on to the broader topic of mockery in general, and its acceptance everywhere from Greek dramas to religious life (no kidding) to the school life of his daughter. It’s an intellectual discourse – make no mistake – but the bridging scenes between Campbell and his pal at the bar keep the whole affair from getting too high fallutin’. And, hell, if the topic interests you at all, the sheer diversity of visual imagery Campbell uses to back his theories is a draw in and of itself. He might use photos of an ancient Peruvian painting or reproductions of Reformation-era engravings, but he also provides his own illustrations of a Mark Twain vignette and the medieval event known as The Feast of Fools. All kinds of visual enticements there!
If this all sounds intimidating to you, just remember – there’s lots of ass humor. You won’t be lost.
Campbell’s history of humor is the big draw for me (with new installments to come with each quarterly issue), but I also found myself surprisingly intrigued by Campbell’s text piece on Law Schwartz, a Batman artist from the 50’s and 60’s who never got his recognition because ALL Batman art of the era was credited to Batman creator, Bob Kane. Campbell interviews the talented artist, who estimates he drew about 120 Batman stories without ever being credited, and topics range from technique to creators’ right to some amazing anecdotes from Schwartz about his work on the classic Stanley Kubrick film, DR. STRANGELOVE. Schwartz worked with a company who designed the opening credit sequence for STRANGELOVE (the refueling bombers), but the most interesting stuff he talks about involves the planned-but-unfilmed pie fight for the end of the movie and a hilarious story about how he helped Kubrick get footage of exploding nukes after the Army decided they didn’t want to contribute stock footage to such a subversive movie.
Two other articles round out the first issue of EGOMANIA. There’s an art essay on an obscure painting entitled “Chloe,” an unremarkable 19th century nude that found surprising fame at a pub in Melbourne, Australia where it became a sort of sentimental favorite for Aussie soldiers to visit before shipping off to fight in the two World Wars. The fact that Campbell owns a reproduction of the painting and chose to write about it marks him as a romantic, and the article’s all the more appealing for his emotional attachment to the work. The issue concludes with a short piece from Campbell’s teenage daughter about the Campbell family trip to the American movie premiere of FROM HELL. The piece is light and fluffy as Haley Campbell makes fun of her dad and pines to meet Johnny Depp, but it’s not a bad wrap-up after the intellectual and semi-intellectual fare of the rest of the issue.
Final judgment: It’s so easy to pass up books like this. I actually did when it first hit stores about two weeks ago, but I picked it up on a whim when I was talking to the personable Mr. Campbell at his booth at the San Diego Comic-Con. Okay, I’ll be honest – I figured picking it up might endear me to Campbell a bit while he was drawing me a lovely little sketch of Jack the Ripper. As to whether it had the desired effect there, who can say? Campbell’s sketches always look great. But my venal motivations definitely paid off when EGOMANIA turned out to be a kick-ass little package for a mere five bucks. I’m recommending it to art students, fans of comic history, devotees of ass-humor, and to dorks like myself who only knew Campbell through his brilliant work with Alan Moore, and who didn’t have the good sense to guess that his own stuff might be equally fascinating.
SPIDER-MAN/DAREDEVIL #1
Written by Brett Matthews
Art by Vatche Mavlian
Published by Marvel Comics
A Jon Quixote Review
Daredevil. Daredevil.
Does whatever a devil will.
Files some briefs. Catches crooks.
Just don’t ask him to read a book.
Look out! Here comes the Daredevillllllllllllll!!!!!!!
Not very catchy, is it? Even though Daredevil occupies a similar niche in the Marvel Universe to Spider-Man, and is just as complex and as fascinating a hero, he just can’t quite achieve the level of popularity of his web-swinging counterpart. For all their similarities, he’s not as flashy, not as appealing, and not as fun. And for these reasons, the popularity enjoyed by Spider-Man, both in the Marvel Universe and in our own, will forever elude ol’ hornhead.
At its core, that is what this Marvel Knights one-shot is about.
Spider-Man/Daredevil #1 uses the similarities between the two heroes as a framework from which to explore their differences. They live in the same city, scare the crap out of the same criminals, and try to do the same good. And, when a little girl is kidnapped, both are on the case. This issue looks at their differences in method and, ultimately, the differences in result.
And it’s great.
This is perhaps the best single issue I’ve read all year. It is well-written, fun, beautifully paced, and it actually has something new to say about these 40 year old characters. I read a critic complaining that this comic doesn’t really explore why these characters are the way they are. And while that’s an accurate observation, it misses the point. Both Spider-Man and Daredevil are very familiar characters; there have been countless stories about why they are the way they are, and the audience for this comic knows that, and does not need another story of that nature. Instead, Matthews chooses to explore not who these characters are, but how they interact with the world they live in, and with each other.
That was my favorite aspect about this comic: the friendship between Spider-Man and Daredevil. Even though the two don’t meet until page 21 of this 23 page comic, that meeting is oddly touching, and it shifts the comic’s gears so suddenly that it becomes apparent that, in retrospect, the entire issue has been one about their friendship. It was a wonderful surprise and added layers of depth and meaning onto a story that I already found to be wonderfully meaningful.
Criticisms, I have a few, although they are mostly of the niggling variety. Matthews writes great Spider-Man dialogue…he just wrote too much of it here. Too often, Spidey’s speech is tinged with the feeling that Matthews was trying too hard to impress, and to create a fun and flashy image of Spider-Man with which to contrast against the more serious, grim Daredevil. However, the yapping gets a little tiresome, especially considering that, for the most part, Spidey is talking to himself.
And while I liked artist Mavlian’s take on the characters, I also felt he didn’t convey the narrative the way he could have. The action on page 2 serves as an example. It is a wonderful, creative scene, but the panels don’t tie into each other as effectively as they could, therefore robbing the scene of some of its impact. Mavlian does demonstrate a lot of talent and potential. Marvel is touting him as their newest find, and we can expect big things from him. But there are a few tell-tale signs of his inexperience. Hopefully, these will diminish with time.
My last criticism has little to do with the comic itself. It has to do with promotion. Brett Matthews, apparently, is a writer with the Hollywood pedigree that Marvel seems to eat up; he wrote for fan-favorite television series Buffy The Vampire Slayer. But of the two low-level Tinseltown players recently added to Marvel’s stable, they seem to have focused their promotional efforts on the other guy. The other guy gets back-up stories foisted on the reading public, his name dropped in every second press release, and a plum, highly-publicized writing gig. Matthews gets his name misspelled on the cover of his comic (and if you think the dropping of the ‘t’ is a minor complaint, look up “Brett Mathews” on Google and see what you find). Bad Marvel. Bad! Based on this issue alone, Matthews is deserving of far better publicity than this. There is a lot of potential in this guy; I hope he gets the chance to realize it.
If you like Spider-Man or Daredevil, and c’mon, you obviously like at least one of them or you wouldn’t have clicked on the link to this review, then this comic is a must read. Spider-Man/Daredevil is a fun, original look at two of the most iconic characters in comicdom, put together by a couple of emerging talents who are, judging by what they accomplish here, on the verge of becoming big names. So get in on the ground floor. Buy it. Right now. Or you’ll be sorry.
ARCHIE #525
Written by Various
Pencils by Stan Goldberg
Published by Archie Comics
Reviewed by Village Idiot
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning—“
F. Scott Fitzgerald, THE GREAT GATSBY “Reality’s idea of a logical conclusion is somewhat different than mine.”
Archie Andrews, ARCHIE #525, “The Thinker”
One could say that Archie’s epiphany at the end of the story “The Thinker” (quoted above) is actually a significant advancement over anything achieved by Jay Gatsby in THE GREAT GATSBY: Archie learns through experience that his dreams, regardless of how earnestly felt they may be, might ultimately be frustrated. And yet despite Archie’s revelation, something tells me that by the beginning of ARCHIE #526, he’ll keep dreaming and keep trying. In this sense, Archie is Gatsby. They are both models of adolescent yearning and striving for America’s highest cultural rewards, i.e., financial success, popularity, greatness. And for both, these strivings are neurotically focused onto a proxy for the rewards; Gatsby has his Daisy, Archie his Veronica. These are not merely beautiful rich girls, but avenues to a particular kind of a life. The structural similarities between the two stories continue: both Gatsby and Archie’s rise to success seem thwarted by an interloper who happens to be member of the social group they are both trying to get into. But no matter how many times Reggie or Tom Buchanan attempt to strike down the hero’s aspirations, Archie and Gatsby continue unabated.
This is not to say that the stories are completely identical. One of the more interesting differences is that Gatsby is an adult ruled by adolescent fantasies while Archie is an actual adolescent. Yet these strivings are so manifest in the comics, one could reasonably say that if continuity and timeline flaws were massaged, Archie could almost be a prequel for THE GREAT GATSBY. It’s THE GREAT GATSBY, THE EARLY YEARS. This relationship is clear enough after examining any typical ARCHIE comic; in this case, ARCHIE #525.
ARCHIE #525 is actually a collection of several stories about the adventures and misadventures of Archie Andrews as he pursues his adolescent dreams of fortune, glory and love. The cover of the ARCHIE #525 itself is one of these stories: While mowing his father’s lawn, Archie blithely mows down his neighbor’s flowered hedge. This mishap is caused by Archie’s preoccupation with a pretty girl walking down the street; a cover gag that clearly indicates that Archie’s teenage urges are determining his behavior. Although one could assume these urges are mainly sexual, the dreamy, almost anxious _expression on Archie’s face, and the hearts floating around his head, indicate a motivation a little less lascivious and perhaps more innocent than sheer lust. Archie is directed, mistakenly directed in this case, by the love of a pretty girl and all she promises. Although this single-mindedness is much less focused than that of Gatsby (i.e., for Archie it seems that a substitute for Veronica will do in a pinch, while for Gatsby it was Daisy and Daisy only) , it still indicates the level of preoccupation these fantasy love issues hold for Archie.
The stories in ARCHIE #525, such as the aforementioned “The Thinker,” demonstrate the blatant attitudinal parallels between Archie and Gatsby. In “The Thinker,” Archie is admonished by Veronica’s father, the wealthy Mr. Lodge, for not “thinking things through.” Archie heeds Lodge’s advice while poised to wash Lodge’s limousine, thinking through the chain of events that would logically result from his washing it. He reasons that Lodge would be so impressed by his washing job, that he would offer to make Archie his son-in-law. Archie would then marry Veronica and be hired into Lodge’s company. Lodge would soon make Archie president, and Archie would lead the company into higher financial heights, ultimately making the world a better place. Archie’s fantasy ends with a parade being thrown in his honor. But as he begins to actually wash the car, he fails to notice that the window is open. Archie makes the comment quoted at the beginning of this essay, “Reality’s idea of a logical conclusion is somewhat different than mine,” while Lodge chases him angrily.
The similarities between the dreams of Gatsby and Archie’s fantasy are almost uncanny: success, love, and glory, in that order, each step inevitably leading to the other. To call this thinking delusional may sound extreme since the external context is obviously intended to be humorous. But in the internal context of the story, Archie, like Gatsby, truly believes that he is destined for greatness through a particular woman, in this case, Veronica. He is driven towards this goal with a preoccupation that borders on obsession, and like with Gatsby, it leads to inevitable disaster.
These attitudinal similarities are further evident in another story in ARCHIE #525, “Imagination.” “Imagination” begins with Archie working at the hot dog stand, bemoaning the fact that he doesn’t have money to take Veronica out on a date. Reggie flippantly suggests that he find a job that “uses his imagination.” Archie is oblivious to Reggie’s sarcasm and sets out to make his fortune using his imagination to invent toys. The toys he invents are clearly useless and absurd (e.g., “a skateboard without wheels for people who don’t like to skateboard,” etc.), yet Archie still eagerly takes them to a toy manufacturer. Naturally the toy company rejects his proposals, but later has a change of heart, deciding to use his ludicrous toys as novelty gifts. Soon Archie is jet skiing Veronica thanks to the money he made from the toy company, much to Reggie’s chagrin.
What inferences are to be drawn from this tale? Archie, through his pluck and determination is rewarded with money, and thus rewarded with the girl. Although this might reflect the aspirations of Gatsby and his worldview, the striking echo between this story and Fitzgerald’s work is again how closely Archie’s near-delusional attitude mirrors Gatsby’s. Gatsby is naively driven in his pursuit of Daisy, blinded to thoughts of good taste, blinded to the insults around him, blinded in some degree to common sense. In the ARCHIE story, Archie is likewise blinded. He is of singular purpose in his pursuit of his goal, unable to see though Reggie’s facetiousness, unable to see the fact that his idea for a “square hula hoop” is absurdly useless. He possesses, like Gatsby , a “heightened sensitivity to the promises of life,” an “extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness” that allows him to pursue his goal, Veronica, despite obstacle or reason. Indeed, it is not so far fetched to assume that this attitude could someday inspire Archie to buy a house across the bay from Veronica and hold parties there until she came to one.
Of course there are several obvious differences between ARCHIE and THE GREAT GATSBY in structure, character and theme. I’ve already mentioned the difference in ages between Gatsby and Archie. Another question arises as to how Jughead and Betty fit into the comparison. Although like Nick Carraway, Jughead is Archie’s confidant, Jughead hardly offers the same observer’s perspective that Nick provides. Jughead is so much a definite “character” in his own right, identification with him by the audience is near impossible. Further, Jughead’s real purpose is to be funny, and not to offer commentary and interpret situations. Perhaps Jughead could be George Wilson, the sad, cuckolded husband. But here again, upon his wife’s death, Jughead would seem less likely to kill Archie than he would to make and eat an impossibly large sandwich. (On the other hand, Moose, Reggie’s sidekick, would seem a much more likely candidate for Wilson.) Likewise, Archie’s other girlfriend Betty lacks an analog in THE GREAT GATSBY. Gatsby had no other significant women in his life.
Thematically, one could say that Archie is simply about the trials and tribulations of the American teenager, intended purely as light entertainment. But perhaps this comic has a more latent purpose: it’s an outlet for imparting American cultural values; a training manual as for teenagers, read by pre-adolescents. ARCHIE does not simply reflect the teenager’s life, it informs it, reinforcing the values of social achievement, materialism, and capitalism. GATSBY, on the other hand, is a polemic against these very values; a work that tries to demonstrate their warping influence. GATSBY warns against Gatsby-ism, demonstrating how certain values can lead to a final, tragic disaster. Conversely, ARCHIE encourages Archie-ism, a sunnier version of Gatsby-ism, showing that despite any setback, our hero will go on striving in perpetuity. The question that remains is not whether this will result in more Archies in the world, but whether it will ultimately result in more Gatsbys.
The art was nice.
FANTASTIC FOUR #59
Written by Adam Warren
Penciled by Keron Grant; Inks by Derek Fridolfs & Scott Hanna
Published by Marvel Comics
A Jon Quixote Refusal
Adam Warren has a pretty thankless job here. Mark Waid is taking over the reigns of the FF with the massively hyped 9 cent issue #60, so Warren was handed the thankless job of treading water until then. It doesn’t help that Warren inherited a train wreck of a book, and was obviously given the task of restoring the status quo before the golden boy takes over. So Warren got stuck with a thankless job, and I probably should give him a pass, and spare him my critical slings and arrows. That would be the nice thing to do.
So, I’ll make a deal. If Marvel would like to refund me the $3.75 Canadian I paid for this bumbling epileptic seizure of a book between now and the time I start the next paragraph, then I will gladly extend Mr. Warren and Co. the courtesy of my silence.
(Cue Jeopardy Music)
Didn’t think so. *ahem* Fantastic Four #59 is a bumbling epileptic seizure of a comic book, and for the sake of “The World’s Greatest Comic Magazine”, for the sake of Marvel, and for the sake of the comic industry as a whole, I hope to hell that Waid’s take is a serious improvement. Because if issue #60 is even a tenth as bad as this one, and it is read by as many people as I think it might be, then sequential art’s quest for mainstream acceptance will be delivered a crippling blow from which it may never recover.
The FF is largely a book about science and exploration, and as such, often deals with themes and concepts that are incredible, awesome, sometimes unbelievable, and, hopefully, fantastic. This story, however, eschews the fantastic in favor the absurd. A legion of evil Thing clones spawned from his rocky hide pushes the limits of my suspension of disbelief, but not past the breaking point. However, add to this concept spears made out of enough metal for a skyscraper, a hyper-evolved Godlike version of the Thing’s rocky hide, and, of course, the substitution of actual dialogue with techno-babble so thick and ridiculous that it would make staff writers on Star Trek: Voyager double over with hysterical laughter, and my willingness to suspend disbelief snaps like a lawn chair beneath Liza Minelli.
Good science fiction fuels thought and debate by presenting hypothetical concepts and exploring them in such a way that they retain their fantastic or imaginative qualities without ever losing their relevance to the present. Bad science fiction takes a scientific concept, or sometimes just a laboratory setting, and forces a story around it. Fun science fiction takes an imaginative idea or a notion of tomorrow, and then uses it as a conduit for story of high adventure. Boring science fiction uses scientific explanation, either accurate or mock, as a source of tension, plot development, or conflict resolution.
This book is bad and boring.
Still, I can give Warren a slight pass. It’s obvious that he was given the mandate of telling a story that restored the Thing’s status quo (which is the one thing this book got right), and this was the best he could come up with. This mandate, coupled with the fact that Warren’s tenure on the book is obviously temporary, must be a very constraining environment from which to tell a story. It’s apparent from this arc that Adam Warren is not the right man to write Fantastic Four, but from now on, he’s not going to be. So, other than ripping off those unlucky enough to buy this issue, the problem is solved.
I cannot, however, forgive the art. It is awful. I’ve often criticized a lazy, poorly plotted book as being the type of comic written in a single afternoon. Well, this book looks like it was drawn in roughly the same amount of time. It is sloppy, ugly, and inconsistent, especially the depictions of Sue Richards; I have never seen the Invisible Girl presented as unattractively as she is here. Now I remember a recent news story where a poorly drawn issue of Superman was showered with criticism, until it turned out that the artist had to flee his country, meaning he had to quickly send his unfinished work to some untrained friends to finish. Perhaps Keron Grant has a similar excuse. Perhaps Martians attacked his hometown and he had to sketch this issue while dodging heat rays from flying saucers. Perhaps both his arms were ripped off in a tragic Jai Alai injury, and he’s learning to draw with his mouth. Perhaps he got nailed with that Outbreak virus, and it took every ounce of his strength to put pencil to paper while his organs were being painfully liquefied. Perhaps. If any of those scenarios were the cause of this art, then I will wholeheartedly apologize. If not, then I would like to remind Mr. Grant that there are people actually paying for the privilege of seeing your drawings, so take some frickin’ pride in your work.
So, in summation, this book stinks. I can’t remember the last time I read a really good Fantastic Four comic – I actually think it was before Heroes Reborn. That’s an awfully sad notion, especially considering that not only is FF a book with practically limitless possibilities, but that it used to be such a landmark, seminal book that it is embarrassing that it has been associated with ineptitude and tedium for so long. I hope Waid gets it right, and that his run on the book will be worthy of the hype its getting. I hope the next issue is better than this one. At the very least, I fail to see how it could be worse.
AGENT X # 1
Written by Gail Simone
Art by Udon Studios
Published by Marvel
Reviewed by Buzz Maverik
@$$hole Teen Letters August 2002
Dear Editor,
I am 12 3/4 years old and in the 7th grade at Ron Zimmerman Middle School. I just wanted to say that Jonny Q., of Cannibal Falls, Canada, who wrote in saying that he was going to marry Gail when he grew up is w-r-o-n-g , WRONG! Because I am going to marry Gail when I grow up. She wrote AGENT X # 1, which we all know is really DEADPOOL. This is a comic book that is supposed to be funny that actually is funny!
Buzzy M.
Skincancer, CA
Teen@$$ Magazine Letters To The Ed; August 2002
Dear Ed.,
I think your quiz "Are You The Kind Of Boy Gail Likes?" was totally unfair because I scored zero out of ten, and I just know I'm the kind of boy that Gail would like. What kind of questions were those? Are You Handsome? Yes or No. Are You Witty? Yes or No. If I would have known that "yes" was the right answer, I would have checked yes. Gail's writing makes Deadpool interesting, even though Deadpool was created by Rob Liefeld, who liked to take the titles of action movies and make them names for his characters. Did you know Liefeld actually had a character called Die Hard? I kept waiting for him to create Lethal Weapon, First Blood, Raw Deal and Death Wish and put them all in a super-team called The Terminators.
Buzzy M.
Skincancer, CA
YA: Young @$$Hole Magazine Lettercol August, 2002
Dear Editors,
You know what I think? I think your stupid "Win A Date With Gail" contest was rigged. No way would Gail have picked Cormy R. of Injun Kill ,TX ., over me! My essay was the best. Like where I pointed out how funny AGENT X # 1 was with the Taskmaster continually stabbing Agent X while training him, the mullet joke, and Agent X's lame first mission and his even lamer payday. Or how I said this is the best art that I've seen out of UDON, but I wish that, between all of them, they could draw faces that didn't look like they came out of SPEED RACER. How was I supposed to know that one of the UDON guys was your publisher's cousin? Your magazine sucks.
Buzzy M.
Skincancer, CA
@$$hole Beat Magazine: Letters 'n' Stuff August, 2002
Dear Letters 'n' Stuff,
What's a restraining order? Gail's lawyers sent me one today. I thought I was helping Gail and that maybe she'd like me if I kept breaking into Joe Quesada's house and demanding to know why her MAX Series, NIGHT NURSE, was scrapped. And I thought she'd think I was cool if I spray painted her old columns from Comic Book Resources on some national monuments. Do you know how hard it is to write that small with spray paint and still be legible? Also, what is continuation school? Because now I have to go to one: William M. Gaines Middle School. I think I know what a therapist is. I have to go to one of those too.
Buzzy M.
Skincancer, CA
Title: SOLDIER X #1
Writer: Darko Macan
Artist: Igor Kordey
Publisher: MARVEL
Reviewer: Ambush Bug
As I cautiously stepped through the darkness, I felt the cool rush of air against my face indicating that I had almost reached my destination. My hands slid over slick walls as I braced myself from the uneven footing of the cave floor. I sloshed through puddles of thick black liquid that gave off a rippled reflection of the torch I clutched between my weary fingers. I felt its gritty slickness between my toes, but chose to ignore it and pressed forward. Ahead, a tiny eye of light peeked at me and made the cave’s walls gleam and dance on either side. As the eye grew, I felt the temperature shift and knew the treasure that I sought was ever closer. My eyes adjusted to the light and I was greeted with the same words I had heard so many, many times before.
“Hey there, fuckface. Can’t you enter the store from the front like everyone else?” The over-weight man sat behind the counter. His receding mullet draped over his shoulders and onto the Sailor Moon T-shirt that stretched across his wide frame. He was chewing something.
I shrugged and felt every bone in my back crack as I stood erect for the first time in hours.
“And put that damn torch out! This is a comic book store, fer cryin’ out loud.”
I propped my torch at the edge of the cave and made my way to the back of the store to peruse this week’s new comics section.
“D’ya know what, fuckface?” He was still chewing.
I sighed and cursed my parents for saddling me with that name. “What?”
“CABLE’s canceled.”
“Whaaat!?!” I screamed and immediately began to worry about missing this week’s episode of FASHION EMERGENCY. “How the hell do you know that?”
“Hey, watch the language, fuckface. It’s CABLE. You know, the guy with the metal arm and glowing eye and all the big guns. The guy that Rob Liefeld created back when he convinced everyone he had talent. The book’s canceled.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t get that title anyway. Why the hell should I care?”
“Well, Marvel’s re-launching it. They’re continuing the story, but changing the name and starting over with a number one issue. It’s called SOLDIER X now.”
“SOLDIER X?”
“Yeah, SOLDIER X.”
There was a long uncomfortable pause. He stared at me and continued to chew.
I couldn’t take it any more. “Uhm…so…what’s it about?”
“Well, it’s got that Irene Meriwether chick in it. You know, the spunky reporter that transcribed the details of Cable’s big battle with Apocalypse a few years back. She’s been pining away for Cable to contact her, but she hasn’t heard from him in two years. Cable’s in the book too, but he ain’t the Cable everyone knows. You see, Cable has overcome the techno-virus he has fought all of his life. His telekinetic powers always had to keep the disease in check, but now that it’s gone, Cable’s powers are amped up and out of control. He’s afraid to use them now for fear that he might hurt someone. This is a new challenge for a guy who likes to keep things in control all of the time. Plus Cable is spitting up metal chunks all over the place because his power is breaking down the techno-organic metal that made up the left side of his body.”
“Well, that’s kind of cool.” He was almost convincing me to buy it.
“Yeah. The story continues right where it left off in CABLE. It even references a lot of stuff that went on in the last few issues.”
“The stuff that no one was buying.” I interrupted.
“Yup. That stuff. They reference it heavily throughout the entire issue. Having read CABLE, I knew exactly what was going on.”
“What about the rest of the comic-buying world who gave up on the CABLE series years ago?”
“Who cares about them? This story also has a cool transvestite sumo wrestler, some time-lost warriors that Cable can relate with, and cool art by that Igor Kordey guy who filled in the art chores for those issues of NEW X-MEN that everyone was talking about.”
“The issues that everyone hated.”
“Yup. That’s the guy.”
“Well, I did like his BLACK WIDOW work. He draws real world people and situations a lot better than aliens and mutants. So what else is in this book?”
“One alien and one mutant.”
I slapped my forehead. “So what you are telling me is that this is a first issue, but instead of making everything new and fresh and accessible, the story is just continuing from where it left off in the previous series, leaving those of us who haven’t read those issues scrambling to keep up?”
“Yup.”
“Not interested.” I said and handed him my golden comic book choices.
He looked me up and down for a second, chewed three times, took the books behind the counter, and added them up.
“That’ll be a couple of shekels…fuckface.”
I grumbled and handed him the contents of pockets, which just happened to add up to a couple of shekels. I wedged this week’s purchase firmly under my arm, picked up my torch, and exited via way I came in.
“Enjoy your book, fuckface. Heh.” I could hear his chuckles fade as the darkness swallowed me up.
Three hours later and half a journey home, the vendor’s words still echoed through my head. “Enjoy the book-ook-ook…”
I leaned the torch against the wall and took the bag of comics out from under my arm. “…fuckface-ace-ace-ace.”
A cold chill went down my spine as I looked at five copies of SOLDIER X in the folds of my bag where my golden comic book choices should have been. I could hear the laughter echoing through the tunnel behind me. And the chewing. That dreadful chewing…
I need to find a new place to buy comics.
ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #25
Brian Michael Bendis – Story
Mark Bagley – Pencils
Art Thibert – Inks
Published by Marvel Comics
Reviewed by Village Idiot
Warning: The following review contains major, “Rosebud is his childhood sled”-level SPOILERS that begin from the very first sentence. Okay, you’ve been warned.
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I think I can safely say that I’ve had my fill of seeing the Green Goblin throw people off bridges.
That said, I liked ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #25. I felt Bendis took a clever and effective approach to telling the story; and come to think of it, although I feel like I’ve seen this story a million times, he left me with a cliffhanger where I honestly don’t know how it will turn out.
In last month’s ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #24, Peter Parker got a visit from Nick Fury, who told Peter that Fury and the justice agency S.H.I.E.L.D. know all about his identity as Spider-Man, his problems with Norman Osborne/Green Goblin, everything. Unfortunately, Fury also told Peter that he can’t really help him with these problems, and that he was on his own. Filled with dread, Peter as Spider-Man ends up confronting the Green Goblin on the rooftops of New York. Spidey and the Goblin then have a conversation where Spidey tells the cryptically evil Goblin that he won’t be his lackey. Goblin doesn’t take it well, and as the issue ended, he swoops down to the ground and carries off Mary Jane.
ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #25 actually begins twenty minutes before the end of the previous issue. We see Norman Osborne inject himself with the Goblin juice and Goblin-out. Soon after the injection, Osborne begins to hear voices, voices that begin to manifest as little imps. These imps continue to talk to the Goblin as he meets up with Spider-Man and they have the same conversation first presented in the last issue. Eventually, the Goblin again swoops down to the street and carries off Mary Jane. Spidey chases the Goblin and Mary Jane to, you guessed it, the top of the support pillar of a bridge. Goblin chucks the girl, Spider-Man catches her with his web. He whisks her away only to find that her lifeless body doesn’t respond. The issue ends with a grief stricken Spider-Man holding the lifeless Mary Jane tenderly.
But is she really dead? Like I said, we’ve all seen the Green Goblin throw women off bridges; sometimes they die (THE DEATH OF GWEN STACY, MARVELS), sometimes they don’t (the movie). Would Bendis stray so far from the original story as to off Spider-Man’s Lois Lane? I don’t know. The “ULTIMATE” version of Mary Jane is a lot different than her regular universe counterpart; maybe she’s expendable. I’m curious to see what Bendis and the editors of Marvel Comics decide to do.
But the real genius of this issue is the conversation between Spidey and the Goblin on the rooftops. Like I said, we saw this same conversation before in the last issue. In that version, we felt Peter’s frustration and dread as he tried to talk to the coldly irrational Goblin. In the current #25, we see the interaction from a new perspective: Osborne’s; and we get a whole set of new values from it. Osborne/Goblin is crazy, almost torturedly crazy. The imps that surround him bombard him with a flood of information. Some of it is paranoid ranting, some of it is seemingly random information that is completely divorced from the situation, some of it is pure gibberish. Collectively, much of it sounds like bad beat poetry (Now that is torture). Yet since we are privy to these demons, we learn why he says what he says to Peter, and in some cases, who he is actually talking to. It’s a grotesquely intimate perspective, but it gives us a unique sense of his insanity. This was an unexpected level of depth and dimension to the story, what makes the issue worthwhile.
Sidebar: Of course I have to point out that the use of devilish imps has been used before in a neat comic that me and only 3 or 4 other people liked: ACTION #785. This was the issue with Bizarro and General Zod where the story is told chronologically backwards, Memento-style. In ACTION #785, Bizarro is also hounded by little demons that give him a barrage of information with a patter similar to the type in ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #25. Of course, Bizarro’s demons were used more for comic effect: the imps go crazy with frustration at Bizarro’s stupidity.
The art in ULITMATE SPIDER-MAN #25 is what I’ve come to expect from Bagley and Thibert, with that same subtle elasticity to all the character’s bodies and the same dewy-ness to all the character’s eyes. Visually, the main feature that stuck out for me in the book was the fact that during the conversation between Spider-Man and Goblin, the sky was reddish-orange (like hell); this in contrast to the almost noir darkness of the same scene in #24. Overall, the artwork was reliably appropriate. As I’ve said before, I’ve begun to associate Bagley and Thibert so closely with ULTIMATE SPIDER MAN that any change would be a shock to my system.
I’ve already spoken to one malcontent who is fed up with the fact that he feels that ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN has been too talky for too long. “Hit something already!!” he said. And he does have a point. My answer to him was “The story goes where the story goes, and if I’m still interested, I don’t care if Spider-Man’s not hitting anybody.” For the past few issues of ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN, the characters in the book have developed in some intriguing ways, and the tension has stayed fairly high, and now Bendis has taken a novel narrative approach to create a new understanding for a character I thought I knew. But my malcontent friend was right – although Spider-Man’s been in a psychological battle, he really hasn’t hit anybody yet. And I don’t care.
Tales From the Crevice: Books that fell through the crack.
By Vroom Socko
As I write this, the movie XXX is only two days away from opening. When I first heard about this film, I was a bit exited. The excitement only lasted until I realized that Vin Diesel’s latest action ride had absolutely nothing to do with Triple X the comic. What Triple X comic, you ask? Read on.
The inspiration for this book can be found in the two cities that its creators call home. The Pander Brothers, Arnold and Jacob, wrote and illustrated this story during two separate visits to Amsterdam, the setting for the story and place of their birth. The direction of the plot, however, was driven by events in their adopted city of Portland, Oregon, the site of multiple protests against the Gulf War. Bush Sr. dubbed it “Little Beirut” after he was met there by violence in the streets. Throw in an earlier draft with a Tin-Tin like protagonist, and you have the essence of Triple X.
Set in the year 2033, the book stars Hans, a journalism student from America who barely managed to escape the riots of New York. Taking up residence with a group of squatters, Hans only wants to learn about his grandfather, a native of Amsterdam, while trying to find some direction in his life. Meanwhile, the residents of the squat spend most of their time lashing out against the multinational corporations who are polluting the Rhine, especially the squeaky clean looking Thexoll. A group of assassins, armed with crossbows, are targeting these same multi-nats. And someone is performing grotesque experiments on the destitute of the city. These are all, of course, related.
The Pander Bros. have constructed a tale of government corruption and rebellion that is the equal of such classics as V for Vendetta and Akira. It’s depiction of corporate leaders as vicious thugs who believe themselves unaccountable to anyone, while not a new concept, takes on a new dimension in this era of companies being taken to task. What makes the book truly interesting, however, is the story that runs parallel to the main plot. Set concurrent to the story of Hans, and told without dialogue, a young girl is arrested for speaking out against the system. Her path mirrors the one Hans ends up taking, although they end up in different situations. Both find triumph through their ultimate systems of rebellion, and both find a kind of satisfaction.
If the only art you’ve seen by the Panders is their work on Grendel, you may be in for a shock when you look at this book. This is a dark, twisted story, and the visuals are even more so, (especially Gnarl, the ugliest dog in comics history.) In terms of storytelling, it’s also some of the best art to come out of the 90’s. The brothers know how to pace themselves, especially during the silent moments. This stuff blows most of those Wizard Top Ten artists out of the water.
Wow, five hundred words, and I haven’t even told you what Triple X is. It’s the single best tool out there for people interested in the truth. It’s the easiest weapon to create and use. It can bring down tyrants. It’s one of the first things to be banned in any dictatorship. Triple X is a free and independent newspaper, and it’s a wonderful thing to behold.
Question for Discussion
What creative team, writer and artist, do you think should get wider recognition?