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  • Toy Box: Masters of the Universe – King Randor Classic Colors

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    NECA and the Four Horsemen have been producing the very cool series of ‘staction’ figures (better known as ‘statues’) based on the Masters of the Universe line for the past few years. In 2005 at Comic-Con, they had an exclusive of King Randor. Those sold out long, long ago, but now Action Figure Express has a slight variant called the Classic Colors version.

    Along with slightly different paint (in a 1980’s scheme), there’s a new head sculpt, new cape, and new shield accessory! This is much more than the usual repaint variant, with plenty to make it unique. It’s a limited edition of 2500, and is $30.

    If you have any questions, drop me a line at mwc@mwctoys.com, or swing by and check out my website at mwctoys.com. Now on to the review!

    NECA Masters of the Universe King Randor exclusive statue

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    Packaging – **1/2
    Unlike the regular release ‘stactions’ which came carded, these come in a box. The styrofoam insert is one of the annoying ones though. You know, the type with the soft big chunk styrofoam that falls apart when you try to pull it out of the box and makes a mess all over the carpet that requires a Dyson to get out. But at least it keeps him safe til you do pull him out!

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    Sculpting – ****
    As usual, the sculpting is top notch. The Four Horsemen do an outstanding job on this series, and this one is no different.

    The new head sculpt looks good, with some very nice detail work. The battle damaged shield looks terrific, and the new cape has actual fur! Yes, it’s fake real fur, but it’s certainly unique. He might shed a bit more than the normal statue, but he makes up for it by looking far more realistic.

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    The stance and pose are dynamic enough to be interesting, but aren’t over done or extreme. He’s done in a 6″ scale, and looks terrific with the other figures released previously in the series.

    Paint – ***1/2
    The paint isn’t quite as nice as the excellent sculpt, but it’s close. These are quite well done for the price point.

    There’s a bit of a slip up around the beard on mine, where the hair line isn’t quite as clean as it should be, but considering the $30 price, I’m not complaining too much. The 80’s colors are pretty cool, and he sports a nice combination of flat and gloss finishes to give the impression of different materials.

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    Accessories – ***
    Oddly enough, he’s a statue with accessories. The sword, shield and base are all removable.

    The base fits in with the rest of the line, sporting a similar design. His feet fit well on the pegs, and there’s no danger of him toppling over under normal circumstances. The bases are a little dull, but they do make sense in the context of the series.

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    The sword fits easily in the left hand, while the shield attachs to the wrist of the right. The sculpts and paint on both are in line with the rest of the statue.

    Value – ***
    Statues, even 6″ statues, don’t cost $30. Compare these to the similarly styled Batman Black and White statues from DC Direct, which cost $45 – $55 a pop, and you can see what I mean. And this guy even has a fuzzy cape!

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    Things To Watch Out For –
    Not much. Take your time putting the feet on the base, just to make sure you don’t chip anything.

    Overall – ***1/2
    Had the paint been just a hair better (pun intended), this guy would have hit the four stars. I really do like the MOTU stactions, even not being a huge MOTU guy. Fans of the 80’s show will appreciate this repainted King Randor, and I’d suggest picking it up while you can. These will be statues that folks will wish they’d picked up a few years down the road.

    Where to Buy –
    This is a limited edition exclusive to Action Figure Express, so that’s your best bet right now.

    Related Links –
    I have a few other reviews of past MOTU Stactions:

    – this guest review covered the series 5 figures, while this one covers series 2, and this one on series 1.

  • Trailer Park: THE HOLLYWOOD REPORTER’s James Greenberg Seems To Have No Problem With Polanski’s Pedophilia

    By Christopher Stipp

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    There is little I take contention with when people talk about what’s on their minds.

    I appreciate that we live in a country where people can say what they want and not fear that their government will put them in jail or, worse yet, put them to death for expressing themselves. However, James Greenberg of the Hollywood Reporter is genuinely testing my tolerance for ignorant, stupid, misinformed, shallow and despicable scribblings. How one person can be given a platform where he can can say that Roman Polanski has done his time by having to leave this country, fleeing his rightful (however of a gross miscarriage of justice one person thinks has happened to another) conviction for having sex with a minor.

    I wanted this to be a column about a film that’s rocking the Sundance boat, ROMAN POLANSKI: WANTED AND DESIRED, how it was nice that there was a documentary out there that explored the effects of media attention and the way in which justice is meted out. No one would argue the effects of this during the O.J. Simpson case in the 90’s where prime time punditry, media spotlights, the legal system and the insatiable need some have for celebrity caused such a hallmark for academics who are still discussing its effects today.

    Even though I haven’t seen this film I have read that filmmaker Marina Zenovich’s documentary opens on the predatory pedophile who, as Yahoo! reports, is shown in archival footage talking about his predilection for really young girls. I initially thought this would be an excellent story about someone has finally taken the time to examine the way the justice system and media have coalesced in this odd amalgam of the saying “separate but equal” with regard to people getting a fair trial but then I read what James Greenberg had to say about the film’s message. And, to my satisfaction, he takes an admirably tough peek at what the film’s thrust actually is but then the guy has to say this:

    Most people remember that Polanski left the country, but few know why and under what circumstances. “Wanted and Desired” finally sets the record straight, and, if there is any justice in the world, Polanski will be allowed to return to this country not as a pariah but as someone who made a mistake and has more than paid for it.

    What fucking country do you live in James where it’s OK to have sex with a little girl and, all you have to do to be absolved of it, is to leave the country for a while without ever having to step into a prison to atone for the crime? Better yet, you ignorant asshole, how about you stop thinking like a media whore who thinks that because this guy had a media circus to deal with but then fled like the pussy he is because he knew he was going to jail where, if I’m not mistaken, they don’t look too kindly on men who pump and dump into little kids that he has “more than paid for it”? No, that would be asking too much because even though his victim has long since reconciled the event in her life and, because of that, there should be a de facto kind of settlement between the rapist and his victim it I am sure you would be better served getting the opinion of the many women’s organizations whose sole mission is to help young women deal with traumatic events like this, some of whom never get over it. I believe a lot of these groups would love to be able and sit you down to talk you about how twisted and poor your thought process is if you were to hear the stories of other women who might of had this happen if only once in their lives.

    I get it.

    You’re willing to look past this monster’s past in order to have this human reject grace the soil of America as a free man. I wish I could say something else about the kind of life he’s been allowed to live “in exile” but there is a problem with your flawed, broken logic: he’s never served his time. He’s been allowed to roam free all these years, living the kind of life those who are convicted sex offenders never get the chance to do because they don’t have well-heeled friends help then ESCAPE this country. I may think I’m getting a raw deal if I’m famous and am being treated too harshly but, if I’m not mistaken, having the book thrown at you only means that any and all things you can rightfully be charged with are applied; they’re not making up shit.

    I could go on and on about how utterly shitty your 2nd grade logic is by comparing rape of a 13 year-old is to a “mistake” but it’s obvious that even if you are the parent of little girls I weep for their fate if any of them are dealt the same fate as Samantha Geimer. I think you wouldn’t be calling it a “mistake” but calling it for what it was: rape.

    You, along with a lot of other critical eggheads who love Polanski’s work without weighing this aspect of his life fairly, are what’s truly amazing about this country. I may not like what you have to say but it’s a delight that you are allowed to speak your mind without the repercussions if you were to say these things in a country where they actually do care about the safety and welfare of their women.

    Soooo….I heard the U2-3D film is all sorts of awesome.

    You may not like the Messiah Bono but I have read review after review extolling this movie’s immersing sensation. I happen to be a marginally big U2 fan but I understand where someone might get the notion that Bono needs a little throttling every now and then. I happen to also understand when you’ve got to look at something like this as an opportunity to see this movie as a step forward in movie going and it could make the argument as to what it would take to get people back into the theater.

    New opportunities.

    Few know and even less care but I have been listening to some of the comments below (Yes, you can now publicly call me out if you’d like to. I’m an equal opportunity offender) and some of the e-mail I’ve received about the deluge of interviews I’ve been doing in lieu of the trailer column here. As an aside, really, of all those I’ve come in contact with who wield some kind of power at the various studios or PR houses, no one really seems to care that I have been doing this now for over 4 years.

    I have been approached where all I’m needed to do is churn out interviews (1 a month or so) with directors, writers and/or actors. The best part is that it’s for the writer of Fight Club’s Chuck Palahniuk’s web site, The Cult.

    This not only represents more work I’ll be doing on the side when not properly employed at my day job but it’ll also mark the chance for me to finally be writing for the same site as Joshua Jabcuga, writer extraordinaire of the latest and greatest Scarface graphic novel “Scarface: Devil in Disguise” from IDW, and again represents the chance for the Wonder Twins to churn out some of the greatest milquetoast writing since the days of MoviePoopShoot.com.

    This is truly a blessing to be a part of a site which is owned by the kung-fu master of explosive, focused fiction and I hope it shows you how multi-faceted my musings actually are; at the very least I hope you don’t think it sucks.

    Have you seen the slow build-up for Sam Rockwell’s CHOKE? You should. I hope to bring you something big out of it.

    SPEED RACER (2008)

    Director: Andy Wachowski, Larry Wachowki
    Cast:
    Emile Hirsch, Christina Ricci, John Goodman, Susan Sarandon, Matthew Fox, Hiroyuki Sanada, Richard Roundtree, Ji Hoon Jung (aka “Rain”)
    Release: May 9, 2008
    Synopsis:
    Born to race cars, Speed Racer (Emile Hirsch) is aggressive, instinctive and, most of all, fearless. His only real competition is the memory of the brother he idolized – the legendary Rex Racer, whose death in a race has left behind a legacy that Speed is driven to fulfill. Speed is loyal to the family racing business, led by his father, Pops Racer (John Goodman), the designer of Speed’s thundering Mach 5. When Speed turns down a lucrative and tempting offer from Royalton Industries, he not only infuriates the company’s maniacal owner (Roger Allam) but uncovers a terrible secret – some of the biggest races are being fixed by a handful of ruthless moguls who manipulate the top drivers to boost profits. If Speed won’t drive for Royalton, Royalton will see to it that the Mach 5 never crosses another finish line. The only way for Speed to save his family’s business and the sport he loves is to beat Royalton at his own game. With the support of his family and his loyal girlfriend, Trixie (Christina Ricci), Speed teams with his one-time rival – the mysterious Racer X (Matthew Fox) – to win the race that had taken his brother’s life: the death-defying, cross-country rally known as The Crucible.

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    Prognosis: Negative. If you’ve got LSD, take it, and if you have an epileptic sensitivity to flashing lights look away now.

    I am really unable to put into words just how this movie breathes by itself but this film definitely has its own style, I will give it that. There’s a hyper-accelerated, kinetic vibe that just drips off the screen but I am really unsure how that will translate to middle America. I think kids of a certain age will dig this for the most part but, for those of us who are all too familiar with one of the brothers’ erotic predilection for stretched laxtex, there are elements of this trailer that make you scratch your head in wondering why the Wachowski’s don’t tone down their need to inject latent and overt sexuality in their pictures. Of course, I could be wrong but I’d like one person to try and make an opposing viewpoint after seeing Emile Hirsch’s overly tousled locks, his brow spray bottled with a hint of glistening moisture and Matthew Fox’s George Michael inspired facial hair in that black leather.

    I almost think this is a promo video for how to become someone’s gimp.

    Save that, though, there is an issue of the trailer at hand and who here isn’t a little crazed at the full-tilt CGI of the opening sequences of what looks like the latest racing game for the PS3? The cars looping around on a track that looks cobbled together by someone who was obviously colorblind while putting in the hued pieces of the roadway but I am drawn in. That much I have to concede.

    The voiceover that comes over the speakers, the monologue that says our titular hero needs to race, here I’m thinking I wandered in some NASCAR bio pic, but the visuals don’t relent. The flames coming out of the back of Racer’s white Batmobile at the very least feels real, it feels like it’s couched in a land governed by physics.

    I do have to roll my eyes by the Superboy curly Q haircut that Hirsch in which Emile says, without irony, that racing is a form of religion for his family. I mean he looks like he is about to cry me a river. Seriously, that curl is about as aggravating as Frank Whaley’s curl in CAREER OPPORTUNITIES; at least John Candy had the brass balls to tell the kid to lose it before working at the local Target.

    I dig the baddie in the film that tries to have Speed sign a contract, the shot dissolving in a 360-degree rotation that almost leaves you queasy, but coherent enough to see some of the other cartoon characters that are no doubt racing against our young lad. Ricci, as Speed’s biggest athletic supporter, looks just delicious as Trixie so I do have to, Psh!, high five for that creation.

    Really now, Emile’s admission in a breathy, laughable, parlance that this is all he knows how to do is just painful to watch. Thankfully we’re whisked promptly away by the same kind of Matrix hard rockin’ techno which made those films at least listenable but Ricci’s wickedly bright pink outfit, pink headphones and pink seatbelt and pink seats in what is probably a pink helicopter and fake concern for Speed to “move it” is only matched by the wickedly homoerotic fight between Racer X and some masked interloper who’s shirtless (of course”¦).

    I just don’t know what to make of the unrelated cut scenes of the racing, the comedic blocking for these people who are supposed to be acting against overly saturated backgrounds and Fox’s overly dramatic line that “if they don’t destroy him first” that is unintentionally hilarious.

    I just don’t know about this film’s potential as a viable theatrical vehicle; it’ll probably do well as one of those movies where you recommend to someone by starting out, “Well, first you’ve got to be really high”¦”

    KILLER AT LARGE (2008)

    Director: Steven Greenstreet
    Cast:
    Arnold Schwarzenegger, George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, Neil LaBute, Mike Huckabee, Walter Cronkite and many many more…
    Release: Coming Soon to a festival near you in 2008
    Synopsis:
    An overview of the politics, social effects and problems associated with the rising epidemic of American obesity.

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    Prognosis: Shockingly Positive. I’m a Kids in the Hall fan. HUGE.

    They did one scene where Scott Thompson, Kevin McDonald, Bruce McCulloch and Dave Foley play off one another for a song that’s performed in a restaurant called “Liposuction.” It, perhaps, perfectly encapsulates the issue with what modern obesity is doing to people who cannot stop the need to gorge themselves. Regardless of the health problems, regardless of the problems that it creates, regardless of a person’s likelihood to die from eating a bag full of warm barf from any number of fast food restaurants if done consistently enough there is no stopping this epidemic.

    I am perfectly in tune with the focus on the right hand before being socked with the left of this trailer’s opening. I usually frown on this practice from the standpoint that it can sometimes be used as a trailer crutch but it works because of the inclusion of Dr. Richard Carmona, the Surgeon General of the United States. The music is perfectly chosen; it’s genuinely tense and it leads you down a path you think you’re familiar with even though you know there’s the fist just waiting to impale your jaw.

    Carmona gives an excellent description of what his daily activities usually are with regard to his dealings with the press corps and how route the practice of giving answers to the populist inquiries of the day. The visuals are just as compelling when you consider what reporters are more inclined to talk about: war, plague, death. The screen fades and we get one statistic.

    “In 2006, the U.S. State Department reported that terrorism killed 28 American citizens.”

    The left you don’t expect comes as Carmona recounts being asked his opinion on what is on his mind. The answer that comes, and the silence it causes, is telling from the position that you wouldn’t think that Carmona would say “obesity.”

    “It’s a terror from within”

    The 112,000 people who died from being seriously overweight is telling. What’s more is Carmona’s rhetorical trick in twisting the idea of terrorism and “terrorist killers,” and the mind meld that we all have from events that have seriously shaped our lives since September 11th with the nomenclature we all understand, to ourselves is sharp. The requisite shot of overweight people, no doubt Americans, helps to illustrate his message but it’s something of a needless tactic because if you don’t know that we are the heaviest country on the planet for reasons that are all to easy to understand then you’re probably one of the people in the file footage.

    I’m touched by the graphics that show the factual information about how this problem has spread across the country like a virus. The weigh-in, no pun intended, from pundits who have a stake in making people aware of how serious this is can’t be understated but I am telling you I don’t think anything will ever be as effective in putting up a mirror to our culture than the introduction of a 12 year-old girl who is shown getting ready for liposuction.

    The paint shaker sound in the background as the doctor explicitly shakes the body of this young, sedated girl to complete this procedure should be nothing less than shocking, depressing and sad.

    I could go on to explain what else bookends this trailer but nothing is as effective as seeing the youth of a girl being altered because of not only what she’s done to herself but to a culture that has slowly crept its way towards obesity with open arms and mouths.

  • Toy Box: Batman Black and White – Andy Kubert

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    One of the most successful lines of statues for DC Direct has been the Batman Black and White series. The concept is simple enough – have different comic book artists design a Batman in black and white that is then translated into a 6″ scale statue by a capable sculptor. I’ve lost count of how many they’ve done so far, but almost every one has been interesting and unique, if not always to your personal taste.

    The latest was released last week, and is based off the artwork of Andy Kubert. Andy comes from the extremely well known family of comic book artists that includes his dad Joe and his brother Adam. He’s been working on the Batman titles for a couple years now, and his art style has been widely acclaimed by fans. As I said, this came out to your LCS last week, and should be available there, or you can pick it up from one of the fine folks in my Where To Buy section.

    Any comments or questions, just drop me an email. Now on to the review!

    Batman Black and White Andy Kubert

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    Packaging – ***
    This is one of the most carefully packaged statues or busts I’ve ever seen. There’s foam stuffed between every crevasse, wrapped around the cape and body, and tucked in places you wouldn’t want to go. They’ve done all they can to reduce the chance of any sort of damage in transit, and it’s very much appreciated.

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    Unlike some companies, DCD doesn’t do Certificates of Authenticity, but they do put the edition number on the bottom of the statue. This is an edition size of 4000.

    Sculpting – ****
    While this is based on Andy’s design, the actual sculpting was done by Jonathan Matthews, one of my favorite DCD sculptors. He’s done a fantastic job capturing the feel of Andy’s work and translating it into three dimensions, and I think this is now one of my top 3 or 4 statues in the series.

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    Paint – ***1/2
    The paint is generally clean, with no bleed and very clean cut lines. There was a hint of slop around the eyes and mouth, but it’s still quite a bit above average for a statue in this price range.

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    The color scheme that is the theme of this line is fairly restrictive of course, but DCD has found ways to make even the basic colors more appealing. I particularly like the use of the high gloss black on the gloves and boots, while the cape and cowl are matte finish. This gives the impression of different materials, and adds to the visual interest.

    Design – ***1/2
    This was a statue that I had really no expectations about going in. Early photos hadn’t done much to sway me one way or the other, and so it was a very pleasant surprise to open it up. The design turns out to be very strong, with a very dynamic and fluid pose. Nothing about it appears excessive, extreme, or inhuman, avoiding those pitfalls in many ‘action’ poses. But it’s certainly not static either, and there’s just the right amount of fluid movement implied to give it a ‘split second in time’ quality.

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    Value – **
    DC Direct is going to have to be careful here – they’re edging the price up, but the edition sizes are still huge. They’ve jumped up from around $45 – $50 to the $50 – $55 range, hurting the overall value a bit. If you can still get this guy for around $50, add another half star, but I’m grading it on the $5 hike.

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    Things to Watch Out For –
    This is one you’ll want to take care freeing from his prison. The foam is packed in tight around the cape, and for good reason. Don’t go nuts pulling and tearing it out – take your time, as the cape could easily be broken by excessive force.

    Overall – ***1/2
    I was very pleasnatly surprised by this statue. As I said, I was expecting it just to end up one of those middle of the road versions, not bad, but certainly not outstanding. Instead, what I got was one of my favorites of the series. He’s not going to unseat Mignola or Jones, but for a relatively straight version of Bats, they managed to make him unique and interesting.

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    Where to Buy –
    If your LCS is lacking or too expensive, your online options include:

    Alter Ego has him at $55.25.

    CornerStoreComics has him for $51.

    Amazing Toyz has him in stock for $51.

    Related Links –
    I’ve covered a few of these, including the Jim Lee, Matt Wagner version, Mike Mignola version, and Kelly Jones version.

    Also, one of the better action figure lines from DC Direct was Batman and Son, also based on Andy’s art.

  • Comics in Context #210: Divorce, Marvel Style

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    cic2008-01-21.jpgBack in 1987 there was a party at a Manhattan nightclub called the Tunnel to publicize the wedding of Peter Parker, better known as Spider-Man, to Mary Jane Watson. Actors portraying Spidey (in mask and tuxedo) and MJ (in wedding gown) were present as was Stan Lee, as himself, and I attended as well. This week I informed my companion for that evening that Marvel had just retconned Peter Parker’s life so that he had never been married. So, I told her, I guess we never attended that party either. Too bad, because she was really proud of the dress she wore for the occasion. I then explained to her that Peter Parker had made a deal with the devil to save his aunt’s life, and the price was changing history so his marriage never happened. Not a comics fan, her reaction was, in effect, say what? Exactly.

    It was Stan Lee’s idea to have Peter Parker marry Mary Jane Watson. As Marvel editor in chief Joe Quesada told Comic Book Resources, “It was a stunt.” Quesada explained to CBR that “Around 1986, circulation on the Spider-Man newspaper strip had begun to drop.” So Stan Lee and an editor from King Features Syndicate came up with the idea of having Peter marry Mary Jane to boost circulation.

    Quesada continued, “So, at a certain point, Stan called up Marvel and let the folks there know that he was planning to marry Peter and Mary Jane in the newspaper strip at such-and-such a point. At the time, Mary Jane wasn’t even dating Peter in the series, but [then editor in chief] Jim Shooter, not wanting the comics to get scooped by the newspaper strip or whatever, decided that the publicity surrounding the marriage (there was talk of a faux wedding ceremony taking place at Shea Stadium to commemorate the event) and the fact that this was Stan made it worth doing in the books as well.” (And I wonder if Peter and Mary Jane will remain married in the Spider-Man comic strip, and if not, how Stan will explain it.)

    But after Peter and Mary Jane got hitched, Marvel editors and writers regretted the decision. But why? After twenty-plus years of Spider-Man stories, wasn’t it about time for Peter Parker to get married?

    When Stan Lee was writing The Amazing Spider-Man comic book in the 1960s, Peter Parker started out as a 15-year-old high school student who eventually graduated and entered college. Later writers had Peter graduate college and enter graduate school where (as I know from firsthand experience) people can remain students for years and years. Spider-Man/Peter Parker was supposed to be a young guy, a student who had not yet begun an adult career. This distinguished him from “adult” superheroes like Daredevil, who in his secret identity was one of Manhattan’s leading lawyers, and certainly from Iron Man, who was really multimillionaire C. E. O. Tony Stark. If Peter Parker was married, the argument ran, that made him seem too old.

    That, it was argued, was a problem because Marvel’s target audience was perceived as being high school and college age kids, who, supposedly would be less able to identify with a Spider-Man who was older than they were. (By that logic, I suppose, they couldn’t identify with Daredevil or Iron Man because they weren’t kids. And for a brief, terrible time in the 1990s Iron Man was indeed replaced with a “teen Tony” version.)

    But what is the median age of Marvel readers nowadays? Looking around at comics stores and conventions, I see mostly adults. The owner of one Manhattan comics store tells me that he never sees customers who are kids.

    Yet I can see the point that readers well into their twenties, thirties, or middle age might prefer that Peter Parker remain fixed in his early twenties, because he reminds them of themselves when they were that age.

    Another, probably greater problem with Peter’s marriage is that the essence of Spider-Man is that he is the “hard luck Harry” (to use Stan Lee’s phrase) of the superhero world. Despite his triumphs over his supervillain adversaries, nothing else ever goes right for Spider-Man either in his costumed identity or as Peter Parker. Therefore, it is argued, the marriage is a mistake because being married to a gorgeous supermodel makes Peter Parker just too happy.

    I agree that it was a mistake in the immediate aftermath of Peter and MJ’s wedding to portray her as a wealthy, famous and highly successful model and actress. Peter Parker has always suffered from money problems, and this removed them. Later writers and editors recognized this and gave MJ considerable career setbacks; Todd McFarlane drew an amusing symbolic cover of Spider-Man being literally kicked out of an upscale apartment building where the Parkers were living in the lap of luxury (Amazing Spider-Man #314, April 1989).

    It’s certainly a naive view of married life to picture it as a constant source of blissfulness. I suspect there may even have been a certain sexism in this attitude towards Peter’s marriage, as if MJ were defined principally by her looks and her presumed prowess in bed. Why couldn’t Peter and Mary Jane be portrayed as partners in the struggles, personal, financial, and so forth, that Peter had formerly faced on his own? This is the direction in which Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man movies appear to be moving.

    But is nostalgia the real reason that these Baby Boomer editors and writers prefer that Peter Parker be single? Peter was single when they were growing up reading Spider-Man, so they feel that he shouldn’t be married now. I confess that I wonder if this sort of nostalgia clouds my judgment in the issue.

    After all, Peter and MJ got married in Amazing Spider-Man Annual # 21, published in 1987. In real time they were married for twenty years, nearly half of the Spider-Man series’ nearly forty-six (!) year history. So that means that anyone who started reading Spider-Man comics (apart from reprints) in the last two decades only knows the character as a married man. Yet Spider-Man remained highly popular among comics readers over that period. Isn’t it possible that post-Boomer generations of Spider-Man readers consider Peter’s marriage to MJ one of the sources of the series’ appeal? Since the comic book audience has been much older over the last twenty years than it was back in the 1960s, isn’t it possible that male readers aren’t put off by the marriage? Young kids might think that a married superhero is more like their father than like themselves. (Reed Richards is the father figure of the Fantastic Four, so Stan Lee and Jack Kirby probably had no qualms about alienating FF readers by having him marry Sue; there was still Johnny Storm to serve as an identification figure for the kids.) But wouldn’t many teenage and twentysomething male readers wish they had a girlfriend or wife like Mary Jane themselves? Spider-Man’s marriage might therefore make the character more appealing to them.

    Moreover, there has been a visible growth of the numbers of female readers for American comic books in recent years. Last year’s uproar over the allegedly lurid statuette of Mary Jane pointed to how important and iconic the character has become to female fans of Spider-Man comics–and the Spider-Man movies, in which Mary Jane plays such an important role (see Comics in Context” #178: “The Whole World Is Watching”). To what extent is that role responsible for a significant portion of the blockbuster commercial success of those films? Don’t the love story and Kirsten Dunst’s performance as MJ bring in a considerable female audience who might not otherwise be interested in superhero movies?

    If so, then is Marvel alienating present and potential women readers by putting an end to Peter and MJ’s marriage, thereby arguably suggesting that the marriage wasn’t a positive development, that MJ was an inessential character, and even that the heroic male is better off alone?

    Then again, one could argue that the essence of Spider-Man is that he is loner, and not by choice. As both Spider-Man and Peter Parker, he continually strives to do the right thing, only to be rewarded with mistrust, misunderstanding, lack of appreciation, and even hatred. In the classic Stan Lee Spider-Man stories of the Silver Age, Peter/Spider-Man was operating entirely on his own, unable to confide in anyone else: even Gwen Stacy, his first great love, turned against Spider-Man, mistakenly holding him responsible for her father’s death.

    Therefore, it makes sense to me that Spider-Man/Peter Parker should be single, and that the series works best when he must face his troubles on his own. Peter/Spider-Man would meet mistrust and lack of appreciation wherever he turned, whether it was the public at large, or J. Jonah Jameson, or even, at times, from his girlfriends.

    One of the traditional themes of the series is that carrying out his responsibility to do good as Spider-Man continually complicates and damages Peter Parker’s personal life, and this would be true of his romantic relationships as well. This point was most powerfully made by the death of Gwen Stacy at the hands of the original Green Goblin.

    Well then, if Peter’s marriage to Mary Jane was a mistake, why not just find a reason for them to get divorced? They could still remain friends, and possibly at some point return to being lovers. This was the simplest solution, and yet Marvel editors refused to take it.

    Thankfully, Marvel did not go for the other obvious solution, which was to kill off Mary Jane. Perhaps this was a case of Been There, Done That, since Peter’s first true love, Gwen Stacy, had been killed off. Perhaps Marvel editors and writers over the last twenty years recognized that she was too appealing a character to kill off.

    If Spider-Man were published by DC Comics, DC would simply have done of its long series of reboots, casting all past continuity into oblivion and starting the series over from scratch. Traditionally, though, Marvel keeps its continuity intact perhaps because it is founded in the classic stories that Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Steve Ditko and company created in the 1960s, and which no new version is likely to equal or surpass. I agree with this policy. As the late Mark Gruenwald used to say about reboots, Marvel got its characters right the first time.

    So, rather than use any simple solutions, Marvel has resorted to complicated and convoluted schemes to undo Peter and MJ’s marriage.

    A decade ago there was the now infamous Clone Saga in the Spider-Man books, founded upon a story in Amazing Spider-Man #149 (1975) in which the criminal geneticist, the Jackal, had created a clone of his foe, Spider-Man. By the end of that issue the clone had seemingly been killed. But in the 1990s a Peter Parker lookalike named Ben Reilly surfaced. The readers were made to wonder, was Ben the Spider-Man clone–or was he the original Spider-Man? Could it be that the Peter Parker who had starred in Spider-Man comics from 1975 onward was actually the clone?

    As the Clone Saga evolved, the Spider-Man editors and writers saw it as a means of simplifying Spider-Man continuity and eliminating the marriage. They identified the Peter who married MJ as the clone and shipped them off to Portland, Oregon to live happily ever after; MJ even became pregnant. Ben Reilly was identified as the original Spider-Man and reassumed his Spider-Man identity. Hence, the “Spider-Man” who starred in stories from Amazing Spider-Man #150 into the mid-1990s was an unwitting impostor.

    And readers rebelled, quite understandably. The Baby Boomer writers and editors of the Spider-Man books might have been happy since the Spider-Man stories from 1962 into 1975, which they had grown up with, were left intact.

    But what if you had started reading Spider-Man in 1976 or later, and Marvel had just told you that you had been reading about a phony Spider-Man? Even if you were a Boomer Spider-Man fan you might be outraged. The Clone Saga was effectively discarding twenty years of Spider-Man comics. Unintentionally, Marvel was telling its audience that they had wasted the last two decades reading about the wrong character!

    So Marvel hurriedly sought to undo the damage. Peter and MJ rushed back to New York, Ben was proven to be the the clone and was killed off, and Peter returned to his role as Spider-Man. As for MJ’s pregnancy, she gave birth and was told the baby was stillborn, and the baby was abducted by an operative of the original Green Goblin. Was the baby live or dead? There was no answer, and thus the baby became a continuity time bomb, liable to detonate at some point in the future.

    The Clone Saga also failed in its objective of providing a Spider-Man who was unmarried. And so Peter and MJ’s marriage survived for another decade, not alienating readers, as far as I know, until editor in chief Joe Quesada and company devised their solution to the alleged problem in the recent “One More Day” story arc which culminated in Amazing Spider-Man #545, whose writing is credited to J. Michael Straczynski and Joe Quesada.

    During Civil War, which, as regular readers know, is not my favorite series, Spider-Man publicly revealed his other identity of Peter Parker. He was subsequently reminded of the reason he had a secret identity in the first place, when his Aunt May was shot and fatally wounded. It seemed that there was no way to save he life until the demon Mephisto, Marvel’s counterpart to the Biblical Satan, made Peter and Mary Jane an offer: he would save her life if they agreed to allow him to alter history so that they had never been married. Realizing that May’s life would still be in danger if the world knew that Peter was Spider-Man, Mary Jane insisted that Mephisto make Peter’s dual identity secret once more. Mephisto, Peter and Mary Jane agreed to the terms of this bargain, and history was changed. Peter and Mary Jane no longer remembered being married, and no one knew that Peter was Spider-Man. (It’s now obvious that Marvel only publicly revealed Spider-Man’s double identity in Civil War because they intended to restore it to secrecy again in “One More Day.”)

    Oddly, Mephisto threw in some bonuses. He further altered history so that Harry Osborn had never died. Well, since Harry once followed in his father’s footsteps as the second Green Goblin, perhaps Mephisto intends for Harry to cause trouble in the future.

    But what motivation did Mephisto have for removing Peter’s new “organic web-shooters” and having him return to his original, mechanical ones? I assume that Marvel gave Spider-Man the power to shoot webbing out of his hands because he can do so in the Raimi movies. Was Marvel’s comics division under pressure from the movie division to make the comics Spider-Man conform to the movie version? (That could well be yet another reason why Marvel put an end to the Peter-MJ marriage, since they’re not married in the movies.) Did the comics division restore the mechanical web-shooters because that pressure was off, or because fans–or even Marvel pros–had protested?

    I applaud the fact that Quesada and company did not kill off Mary Jane. Now that the world knows about the character from the movies, if they killed her off there would be outrage in the mainstream media. And besides, she may be in future Spider-Man movies and certainly in licensing and merchandising spinoffs of the movies and comics.

    I’m also glad that Quesada and company didn’t do a reboot of Spider-Man. I wish that they’d refrain from reboots altogether. Is J. Michael Straczynski’s Strange miniseries that radically revised the Lee-Ditko Doctor Strange stories (without coming close to matching them) meant to be canonical?

    Although I’d prefer not altering past continuity at all, I am relieved that the changes to past Spider-Man stories are less than I’d expected:

    COMIC BOOK RESOURCES: So, to get this straight, OMD [One More Day”] doesn’t actually negate the previous 20 years of Spider-Man stories?

    QUESADA: Exactly, that’s precisely what we wanted to avoid. What didn’t occur was the marriage. Peter and MJ were together, they loved each other–they just didn’t pull the trigger on the wedding day. All the books count, all the stories count–except in the minds of the people within the Marvel U, Peter and MJ were a couple, not a married couple. To me, that’s a much fairer thing to do to those of us who have been reading Spider-Man for all these years. Like I said, is it perfect? No. As far as we investigated, short of divorcing Peter, nothing really is.”

    (http://www.comicbookresources.com/news/newsitem.cgi?id=12681)

    Thus Marvel avoided making the Clone Saga’s mistake of telling readers that the previous two decades of Spider-Man stories are now irrelevant.

    But if a divorce would be the “perfect” solution, why didn’t Marvel go for it? Quesada claims to be protecting Spider-Man’s younger readers. He told Newsarama last year, “divorcing them to me sends out completely the wrong message. Imagine you’re a mom and you’re buying little Bobby or little Betty Spidey Adventures or maybe Spidey Loves MJ and you’re watching the news one day and the broadcaster looks right at you and says, “˜Spider-Man is getting divorced, more on that after these messages.’ Let’s just say that as a parent, I’d be upset by the sound bite, I could only imagine how the rest of the world would feel”.

    Well, yes, I can see that small children might be afraid that their own parents would split up, so the idea of Spider-Man getting divorced might disconcert them. Then again, small children who are Spider-Man fans might be even more upset if they found out that his eye had been brutally gouged out, as it was in 2006 (see “Comics in Context” #118: “O Other, Where Art Thou?”). Okay, that wasn’t widely reported in the mainstream media, and Marvel was lucky that it wasn’t. But what the mainstream media did make a big fuss over was the assassination of Captain America in 2007 (see “Comics in Context” #168: “O Captain! My Captain!”). Gee, if I were a small child who read comics about Captain America, I bet that would upset me. Why, reading about Cap’s death might even be the first time that little Bobby and little Betty grapple with the meaning of death. And Cap’s still dead in the comics.

    Here’s something else. Divorce is far more widespread and accepted in this country than it was back when we Boomers were children. I recall when people claimed that Nelson Rockefeller’s campaign to be nominated for President in the 1960s wouldn’t succeed because he’d been divorced, and it didn’t. But two decades later Ronald Reagan was elected president, and no one cared that he had been divorced and remarried.

    I expect that little Bobby and little Betty who read Spidey Adventures may well have friends whose parents are divorced. Maybe little Bobby and little Betty have an aunt or uncle who is divorced, or maybe their own parents are divorced. The traditional nuclear family unit is not as common as it used to be. So maybe these children wouldn’t be as upset by the idea of divorce as Joe Quesada thinks they would be.

    But you know what? I bet that if little Bobby and little Betty are being brought up to be religious, they might be really upset by Peter Parker making a deal with the devil. Mommy, mommy, is Spider-Man going to hell?

    Spider-Man has a tradition of dealing with disturbing subjects. Consider that Spider-Man’s origin not only centers on the death of Uncle Ben, Peter’s father figure, but makes clear that Spider-Man feels responsible for allowing the murder to happen. And yet somehow for over four decades kids have been able to handle the notion that their hero Spider-Man is partly guilty of patricide. Spider-Man likewise feels guilty for the death of Gwen: the Green Goblin pushed her off the bridge, but her neck snapped when Spider-Man caught her.

    Besides, have we forgotten how Stan Lee defied the Comics Code to publish his groundbreaking anti-drug storyline in Amazing Spider-Man #96-98 (1971), which showed Peter’s friend Harry deathly ill from drug addiction? What about that 1986 Spider-Man & Power Pack special, aimed at small children, that revealed that as a young boy Peter Parker was a victim of child abuse? Marvel has a tradition of dealing with such hard issues. Is divorce, then, really too much for Spider-Man’s young readers to handle?

    In the year 2008 Quesada’s attitude towards divorce seems, at the very least, quaint. He told Comic Book Resources, “Sure, divorce is a reality of life, but Peter Parker and Spider-Man are not the types of characters that would do that. Spider-Man is a worldwide icon and is considered one of the good guys, like Superman”. So the “good guys” don’t get divorced, presumably because divorce is evil. So anyone who gets divorced is a bad guy?

    Quesada has also said that he opposed divorcing Peter and Mary Jane because he wanted to present them as a “strong loving couple”. Well, by breaking them up via Mephisto’s magic, Marvel has put an end to that theme, at least for now. Isn’t it possible that Peter and Mary Jane could continue to love each other but still get a divorce because it is simply too dangerous for Spider-Man to be married, as the assault on another of his loved ones, Aunt May, demonstrated?

    Isn’t it also possible that Marvel’s writers could have crafted a storyline that maturely and sensitively handed a divorce between Peter and Mary Jane, written in a way that could explain to younger readers that divorce is sad but sometimes necessary? Maybe reading such a storyline could actually help children of divorced parents reconcile themselves to the idea of divorce.

    On reading the conclusion of “One More Day” in Amazing Spider-Man #545, I wasn’t as upset about Peter Parker’s deal with Mephisto as I thought I’d be. Spider-Man is the everyman as superhero, and how would you or I react if the only way to save a loved one’s life was to make a bargain with the devil? Could you justify allowing a loved one to die by refusing to make such a deal?

    Moreover, I like the grand, operatic romanticism of Mary Jane’s speech to Peter that not even the devil can destroy their love for one another, and that even if he makes them forget what they meant to each other, they will inevitably be reunited. It puts me in mind of the 2004 film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, or stories about reincarnated lovers reunited, from Hawkman to Dark Shadows, which deal with a similar concept.

    But still, I remain repulsed by the idea of Spider-Man making a deal with the devil. In his CBR interview Quesada points out that “One More Day” is based on the myth of Faust. Yes, indeed, and the point of Faust and the many variations on it is that making a deal with the devil is always wrong.

    Just look at Marvel’s previous leading version of the Faust myth: the origin of Ghost Rider (in Marvel Spotlight #5, 1972). Like Peter Parker, Johnny Blaze was desperate to save the life of the person who had acted as a parent to him: “Crash” Simpson, who was succumbing to cancer. Blaze made a bargain with the devil, who was subsequently identified as Mephisto, and who did indeed prevent Simpson from dying of cancer, only to let him die soon thereafter performing a motorcycle stunt. Then Mephisto transformed Blaze into the human host of the demon Zarathos, turning him into the Ghost Rider. The Ghost Rider’s origin follows the standard pattern of the Faust myth. The moral is that making a deal with the devil leaves you far worse off than you were before, and that you do not even gain the original goal for which you sacrificed your principles and perhaps your soul.

    Therefore, the truly heroic choice for Spider-Man to make may have been to resign himself to letting Aunt May die rather than provide Mephisto with the opportunity to wreak even greater harm.

    Indeed, as soon as Peter and Mary Jane agree to the bargain, Mephisto shows them a vision of the daughter that he claims they now will not have. This, presumably, is Marvel’s way of disposing of that “time bomb’ baby: if Peter and Mary Jane were never married, they never had that child. In Tom DeFalco’s Spider-Girl series, set in the future, that child grew up to become the teenage title heroine. But “One More Day” suggests that Spider-Girl takes place in the future if an alternate reality, not that of the “mainstream” Spider-Man.

    So there is one consequence of Peter and Mary Jane’s satanic bargain that is arguably worse than the death of his elderly aunt: it’s like an abortion via black magic. And just how many lives would Spider-Girl have saved if she existed in the “mainstream” Spider-Man’s reality? You can expect that Spider-Man writers will be tempted to do still more stories about how far Mephisto has sunk his claws into Spider-Man’s life, if not now, then in the future.

    How dense do Peter and Mary Jane have to be not to realize any of this? Have they never seen any version of the Faust story–not even something like Damn Yankees or Bedazzled? There are already mainstream media reports about “One More Day.” How can making a deal with the devil possibly be good for the public image of Marvel’s flagship hero?

    Furthermore, to my knowledge, Mephisto has never before demonstrated such power to restructure reality and even resurrect the dead (Harry). But there are plenty of Marvel characters who do, who could have been used to retcon the marriage without morally sullying Peter and Mary Jane’s characters. Over at his online forum, John Byrne has explained how he and writer Howard Mackie would have used the alien Shaper of Worlds to undo the marriage. I find myself leaning towards using the Grandmaster, who has been established as having powers to control time, space, life and death.

    For twenty years Marvel writers and editors thought that Peter and Mary Jane’s marriage was a mistake and longer to undo it, and finally Marvel did. And you know what? Right now I expect there are people who are professional comics writers and editors, and people who will someday become professional comics writers and editors, who are outraged that Marvel had Spider-Man make a deal with the devil. And these present and future writers and editors will be determined to undo it. We shall see whether it takes twenty years this time, or much less.

    Still, despite my qualms about Marvel brought it about, maybe Peter Parker and Spider-Man should be single. But I don’t feel any enthusiasm about this. Over the last twenty years I have grown very, very weary of reboots, resets, and revisionism.

    One reads fiction on two levels. The reader knows that it is fiction and can admire and analyze the craft of the author. But the fiction should also persuade the reader simultaneously to suspend his or her disbelief, to pretend that the story and its characters are real, and to become emotionally involved with them.

    But why should we invest ourselves emotionally in the Marvel Universe–or the DC Universe, for that matter–any longer?

    For twenty years Marvel has sought to make its readers care about the marriage–and about the love–between Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. Did they succeed with you? Too bad, because they just retconned the characters’ past so that their marriage never happened. So why should you care about any other romance in Marvel stories, since it too could disappear from Marvel history with the snapping of an editor’s fingers?

    When Spider-Man revealed his secret identity in Civil War, did you think that this would change his life permanently? Did you wonder if and how Spider-Man could ever find a new secret identity? Well, Mephisto just wiped out everyone’s knowledge of Spider-Man’s dual identity through magic. So why should we ever care about any disastrous situation that befalls a Marvel character in the future? All they have to do is hit the magical reset button.

    Did you feel moved by J. M. DeMatteis’s well-crafted story of the death of Harry Osborn in Spectacular Spider-Man #200 (1993)? Surprise! Harry’s death was retconned away! Now that Bucky has turned up alive, it is clear that no death is sacrosanct at Marvel. It’s as if every character had a version of Wolverine’s fast healing power; it just takes some of them longer to recover from the dreaded deading (as The Goon Show used to put it) than others. Death has just turned into a means of demeaning noble characters–like, say, Captain America, symbol of our nation–and exasperating longtime readers we wait, sometimes years, for Marvel to get around to bringing them back.

    One of the main points of the Marvel Revolution was that Stan Lee wanted to explore what would happen if a superhero existed in what was basically our world. In the real world death is irreversible, one’s problems cannot be made to disappear by magic, and reality is not malleable, capable of being shaped and reshaped at will.

    How can a reader continue to suspend disbelief when the stories make it all too clear that the characters are merely puppets, and we are all too aware of the puppeteers pulling their strings?

    ADVERTISEMENTS FOR MYSELF

    To my astonishment, Marvel has just released Essential Marvel Saga Vol. 1! This is a paperback collection of a series that I wrote in the 1980s which outlined the history of the Marvel Universe from Fantastic Four #1 through the Galactus trilogy, with appropriate illustrations from the original stories. It was abruptly canceled with issue 25, back when conventional wisdom had begun to decree that no one wanted books like Marvel Saga and The Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe. i am glad to see that history has proven them wrong.

    Copyright 2008 Peter Sanderson

  • Trailer Park: Red Princess Blues

    By Christopher Stipp

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    Instead of putting off and putting off and putting off my vow to somehow market my first book I am letting people download my first book for free. Give it a preview or read the whole thing for free. Download and read my “Thank You, Goodnight” right HERE.

    One of the utterly delightful things about this column (going on five years and still flying deep under the radar…An omen, to be sure) is that I always wanted to use it for the greater good. I just don’t have an encyclopedic sense of cinema like some geeks do; I simply enjoy lots of movies but don’t purport to possess any academic knowledge or deep understanding what made Fellini so remarkable or why THE LAST WALTZ is anything more than the film of some jug band which I have no interest in ever seeing.

    Hence, I always like to throw lots against the wall to see what sticks with regard to new talent, any talent, which wanders into my INBOX. A long time ago one such filmmaker wanted to get my Average Joe opinion about a film he had done. That person was Alex Ferrari and his movie was called BROKEN. I was stunned by the level of sophistication that short film possessed and I was eager to see what else this guy could churn out with his next entry. It scares me, sometimes, to see that people really are capable of only good idea in their lifetime and that everything that comes after sometimes pales to that one good effort. Alex, though, has something far more compelling to give the world than his breakthrough short which, in and of itself was the true definition of independence with regard to making an action movie on a budget, and that is RED PRINCESS BLUES.

    This animated short pushes the boundaries of what traditional animation is capable of when you don’t have a budget like Pixar and when you don’t want your film to look like it came out of a Disney back alley. Alex not only employs a different medium, his last being live action, but he incorporates what he’s learned from his first film as it relates to pacing, direction and ambiance. The latter can make or break a film like this, the entire production is less than ten minutes long but it never feels like a short, and Alex masterfully orchestrates a voice-over by Paula Garces (HAROLD & KUMAR GO TO WHITE CASTLE) whose voice drips delicately, and deceptively, with animation that looks like it was tightly polished with a shoe boy’s rag.

    It’s visually arresting and engaging in a post-modern homage to reflecting the kind of animated, hard boiled crime tales that have been employed in films like KILL BILL. It’s no longer acceptable to only have animation sing and dance to music set by Broadway, it’s now the domain for gritty fiction and stories that don’t use chatty crabs or talking toys.

    What makes RED PRINCESS BLUES a delight is the use of Paula’s natural voice talent as it pertains, and as it’s juxtaposed against, to our young hero’s predilection for violence. It’s not that we’re already talking about a girl younger than most middle schoolers, but it’s her story and the obfuscation of what’s really going on that keeps the viewer wondering what is really happening. Good, don’t tell me everything; I think it’s the one thing that mires so many lesser talented filmmakers who think that everything needs to be set up and explained within the first five minutes of a film. It’s OK to slowly set things up and Alex gets that and it’s damn near painful to have to sit through as he builds up to what is a climax of Prelude proportions.

    The director, Dan Cregan, deserves a lot of credit for developing the manner in which the animation doesn’t depend on mumbling mouths but on dramatic movements that speak louder than anything that could be measured on a script. The weight that the overall piece has as a result of this style of animation can’t be understated when compared to other shorts of its kind. Where some lean too heavily on set pieces that are bathed in wanton violence this short excels by being understated, calm, about its execution.

    This is the definition of what a good tease should be: a little exposition, a little mystery and a whole lot of heart. This little movie that could, has, and it shows in every frame.

    STRANGE WILDERNESS (2008)

    Director: Fred Wolf
    Cast:
    Steve Zahn, Allen Covert, Jonah Hill, Justin Long, Jeff Garlin, Kevin Heffernan
    Release: February 1, 2008
    Synopsis:
    The story follows the hosts (Zahn and Covert) of fictional wildlife TV show “Strange Wilderness,” which is headed toward extinction because of bad ratings; they hatch a scheme to find the one animal that can save the show — Bigfoot.

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    Prognosis: Negative. What a miserable looking movie.

    I don’t to be too hard on a film that has Justin Long, Steve Zahn, Jonah Hill, that fat guy from the SUPER TROOPERS flick, and those two other perfunctory additions to every Adam Sandler movie, but this looks painfully miserable. The trailer itself isn’t even slightly provocative in a way that would tempt me to see one of the guys who made SUPERBAD so damn good and the other guy who has a nice way about slamming Microsoft.

    One of the problems, I think, is that the trailer lingers too long, way too long, on the opening sequence where we’re supposed to find funny that there’s this nature show which is narrated with a lot of bad information. I mean, that’s funny, right? Bears are named after a football team in Chicago? I mean, who wouldn’t find that screechingly hilarious? Salmon attacks on bears are rare. We’re not talking comedy gold, we’re hip deep in platinum folks!

    Seriously, this is excruciatingly painful to see play out even if there’s Ernest Borgnine, ½ of the greatest television show ever created, Airwolf, playing a silent second fiddle. There’s an amazing cast of potential funny people, even those who graduated with a degree in physics can attest to the law of potential energy, but instead of dropping that ball off a roof to have its power unleashed we’ve got Jeff Garlin for a split second telling Zahn and Co. that their show sucks the big balloon knot and that they’re cancelled. No shit, Sherlock?

    The one shining moment in this trailer comes through a passive visual gag, literally, with Justin Long’s tattoo on his eyelids. If PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN hadn’t already employed the trick in a dramatic moment of its trailer last year this would’ve been even funnier but this is a bright spot in an otherwise crap preview. Justin plays it well and he seems like the best suited for a role where he has to play the requisite stoner everyone will find amusing.

    What’s even more odd is that the trailer makers employ the tactic of shoving a bunch of cut scenes together for one long giggle reel but without knowing what they’re all laughing at for any given moment it has the effect of looking rather pathetic and feeling like it’s pandering for smiles. Jonah’s visual gag (what the fuck is with all the physical humor in this thing?) of wearing women’s underwear, again, has been used elsewhere and it just doesn’t seem like something that’s a worthy explanation of why I would want to burn a ten spot to see this tripe.

    And, for a hundred dollars, can anyone give me a logical explanation why we’re subjected to a good percentage of running time just to hear someone goofing on a shark’s set of teeth? I mean, literally, we get the reel running again and again with the same goofy ass audio, I guess it’s an effort to show how fucking funny this movie is going to be, with absolutely no payoff whatsoever. If this movie didn’t look so shitty I would say it’s a pretty ballsy move.

    Instead, I hope this movie catches the plague at the box office.

    HANCOCK (2008)

    Director: Peter Berg
    Cast:
    Will Smith, Charlize Theron, Jason Bateman
    Release: July 2, 2008
    Synopsis:
    There are heroes”¦ there are superheroes”¦ and then there’s Hancock (Will Smith). With great power comes great responsibility ““ everyone knows that ““ everyone, that is, but Hancock. Edgy, conflicted, sarcastic, and misunderstood, Hancock’s well-intentioned heroics might get the job done and save countless lives, but always seem to leave jaw-dropping damage in their wake. The public has finally had enough ““ as grateful as they are to have their local hero, the good citizens of Los Angeles are wondering what they ever did to deserve this guy. Hancock isn’t the kind of man who cares what other people think ““ until the day that he saves the life of PR executive Ray Embrey (Jason Bateman), and the sardonic superhero begins to realize that he may have a vulnerable side after all. Facing that will be Hancock’s greatest challenge yet ““ and a task that may prove impossible as Ray’s wife, Mary (Charlize Theron), insists that he’s a lost cause.

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    Prognosis: Positive. Damn you, Will Smith, for your magnetic charisma and debonair good looks!

    I really tried not to like this trailer after seeing the theater standee for this movie at my local Cineplex; I mean the thing was 15 fucking feet tall of just his face, all puckered up and bristly, with his pores exposed to the world. I really didn’t know what this was all about but I was determined not to like it for the visual assault on my senses.

    Then I saw the trailer and thought better of it.

    The movie really does look like something new and different in the superhero genre. I realize some are talking about it as the next logical step in exploring what it is to be a superhero in the movies but with films that already stepped gently into the post-modern superhero genre, MY SUPER EX-GIRLFRIEND being a miserable example, I think a movie like this is different. We’re not going to be seeing the superhero story being told differently from the sheer standpoint that the scale this movie seems to be on, the massively popular summer movie, is ill-equipped to deal with a real examination of what it means to be a superhero in the 21st century. You could certainly see how a comic book like Powers could be a smashing independent feature by dealing with some of the peculiarities of the modern hero mythos but this just looks like it’s going to do it in broad strokes.

    And that’s fine! Will is a box office juggernaut whenever he flashes those white pearlies on the screen in his Will Smithian way and his appearance here is perfectly suited to his personality.

    When we’re introduced to him and what he’s all about, the obligatory cards prepping us with the idea of there being heroes, superheroes and, you guessed it, Hancock, you have to be impressed with the thought of there being this guy who is homeless yet is able to fly off the cement bench he slept on the night before is intriguing.

    Cue hip-hop soundtrack.

    I like the visuals, of him whizzing by a passing airliner, him crashing into a road sign, him taking out a cop car of two in the process (reminds me of a great comic book series in 1989, Damage Control, which dealt with the physical aftermath of what heroes did to a city after they were done battling in it) and it establishes quite effectively the character’s persona. Why should I care about this guy? Because he seems infinitely flawed yet troubled in ways I haven’t seen before. Like I said before, this movie is going to paint things with a rather wide, mainstream brush but seeing Smith stop a train only to react to the damage he creates because of what he did and to see him toss a beached whale off a beach only for it to careen into someone’s sailboat makes me smile.

    Cue more hip-hop as we dissolve to black.

    Consider me intrigued.

  • Comics in Context #209: Down in the Dump

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    cic2008-01-15.jpgOne of the pleasures in previewing Mark Evanier’s Kirby: King of Comics over the last two installments of this column was realizing that work in cartoon art that I had first discovered when I was growing up was now considered significant enough to be honored in art books and museums. In the eight hands comics and cartoon art can achieve greatness. I will return to my commentary on the Kirby book when it is published in March. Now, however, I intend to look at the other end of the spectrum: cartoons from my boyhood that demonstrate the depths to which the artform can sink. I’m not talking about the merely mediocre, of which there is plenty all around us, but the truly awful. Last week we ascended to the summit; now prepare to descend into the abyss.

    There can be a certain fascination in looking at cartoons that are utter crap: watching them inspires a certain kind of stunned awe that anyone would put anything so atrocious on screen. But it certainly helps if these aesthetic outrages are presented within the proper ironic format, encouraging us to laugh at their sheer awfulness.

    And so it was that I attended the New York City premiere of Cartoon Dump, an comedy stage show that showcases the worst that television animation of the 1950s and 1960s had to offer (http://www.cartoondump.com/). Presented every fourth Tuesday at the Steve Allen Theater in Los Angeles, Cartoon Dump made its Manhattan debut at the comedy club Comix (353 West 14th St.) on January 8 of this year, and will return to Comix on February 19 and March 11.

    Like Krusty the Clown’s show-within-a-show on The Simpsons or Patchy the Pirate’s live action segments on SpongeBob SquarePants specials, Cartoon Dump satirizes a kind of television show that is familiar to Baby Boomers from their childhoods but which no longer seems to exist: the low budget local TV kiddie show in which a costumed host introduces animated cartoons.

    Cartoon Dump separates itself from other such parodies through an intriguing twist: its live action cast of characters are themselves fans of these brain-dead cartoons, who love them rather too much. Emotionally damaged in various comical ways, Cartoon Dump‘s main characters have retreated from adult life by attempting to transform themselves into real life cartoon characters. The show’s host, Compost Brite (played by Erica Doering), is perky and cheerful, even over inappropriate topics, like her anorexia: she happily boasts of going for so long without food that she falls into delirium. One of her friends is Moodsy the Clinically Depressed Owl (played by Frank Conniff), whose other problem include alcoholism, auto-erotic asphyxiation, and other vices that can only be hinted at. Another is Buf Badger, the “rageaholic animation historian” (played by Kathleen Roll), unable and unwilling to conceal her furious contempt for anyone who doesn’t share her encyclopedic knowledge of cartoon history. (It strikes me that she’s be the dream date for The Simpsons‘ Comic Book Guy.) The concept appears to be that if these sorts of kiddie shows still existed on TV, these would be the sort of people, who grew up loving bad cartoons, who would get jobs working on them. It makes me wonder about some of the people engaging in “cosplay” that I see wandering around comics conventions. (Like those young women in “Gothic Lolita” outfits at the recent New York Anime Con: what are they thinking?)

    Then again, such obsessives don’t necessarily wear costumes. In the New York show there was a character named Cissy Kafka, the alleged winner of a Cartoon Dump essay contest, who outwardly seemed to be a normal, presentable young woman in a business suit, but soon confessed that she had based her life on Cartoon Dump and considered Compost Brite, whom she’d never before met, to be her only friend. The performance at Comix also had as a guest stand-up comedian Mike Dobbins, who likewise wasn’t in costume, but the weirdness of whose act–including an impersonation of the Hamburglar performing pilates–fit the show.

    Cartoon Dump is the creation of Frank Conniff, who was formerly one of the writer/performers on Mystery Science Theater 3000 (and was interviewed by Quick Stop editor Ken Plume here). MST3K likewise used the format of a low budget kiddie show, in its case, complete with puppets, in order to mock the old live action movies it presented. Cartoon Dump is this another example of the MSTie diaspora, in which the show’s ex-writer/performers devise and appear in new variations on the theme, such as Michael J. Nelson’s RiffTrax (see “Comics in Context” #185; “Get Off of My Cloud” and www.rifftrax.com) and MST3K creator Joel Hodgson’s brand new Cinematic Titanic, in which Conniff is a participant.

    Cartoon Dump‘s execrable cartoons are supplied by animation historian Jerry Beck, who introduced the New York performance, supplying background information about the evening’s selections. Beck presents an assortment of such anti-masterpieces on his own at his “Worst Cartoons Ever” show, which he gives every year at the San Diego Comic Con, although I finally saw it last fall at New York University. Beck also hosts the Worst Cartoons Ever! DVD, which is available from Rembrandt Films, although the animated tripe within–including Sir Gee Whiz, which the Dump showed shown at Comix– is about as far from Rembrandt as is imaginable. (Jerry Beck is better known for his expertise on the masterpieces of classic animation, and he played a major role in putting together the recent Popeye and Woody Woodpecker DVD sets which I so highly praised: see “Comics in Context” #189: “Woody’s Woodpeccadillos” and #190: “Pop Eye-Con.”)

    You can also see video podcast versions of Cartoon Dump segments, complete with cartoons, at Beck’s Cartoon Brew Films website. Watching the Dump performers on the videos, their comedy comes across as more drily ironic. To get the full impact, you need to see them with an audience, where both they and the cartoons get enthusiastic laughter. The audience at the Comix performance, which included comics and animation professionals, was particularly good, knowledgeable enough to burst into laughter at the sight of particularly terrible animation.

    Actually, while I was waiting for the Cartoon Dump show to begin at Comix, I was delighted to listen to the good examples of early television animation. Over the sound system was played a mini-retrospective of Hanna-Barbera theme songs and background music, including, during the time I was there, the theme songs to Yogi Bear, The Flintstones, Wally Gator, Magilla Gorilla and Peter Potamus. These were the work of composer Hoyt Curtin (with a few spoken lines performed by the great voice actor Daws Butler as Yogi Bear and Peter Potamus), and presumably came from the extensive CD collection Hanna-Barbera’s Pic-a-Nic Basket of Cartoon Classics. My Quick Stop colleague Fred Hembeck wold correctly point out that SpongeBob has featured some remarkably good musical numbers. Still, I found myself reflecting that as a boy I took for granted the jaunty, energetic, funny and memorable tunes that Curtin continually turned out for Hanna-Barbera, and how rare that level of excellence is in “children’s” animation today.

    Having reminded us of some of the true classics of early TV animation, the Cartoon Dump show proceeded to introduce us to its collection of animated garbage. I must have had a happy childhood, since I can’t remember ever having seen any of these four cartoons when I was a boy. But in adulthood one learns that it’s impossible to escape life’s horrors forever.

    The first cartoon was an episode of The Mighty Mr. Titan, a 1965 series of cartoons from Soundac Productions, which, Beck informed us, was inspired by the Kennedy administration’s promotion of physical fitness for children and adults. (Mr. Titan‘s theme song instructs us, “Your country needs an active crew/Of healthy boys and girls like you.”) President Kennedy may have responsibility for the failure of the Bay of Pigs invasion, but I doubt that he would have accepted the blame for The Mighty Mr. Titan.

    Beck refers to Mr. Titan as a superhero. Well, the character’s name and his short with the “T” insignia suggest that Mr. Titan’s creators wanted the audience to think of him as one. But Mr. Titan is really like a poorly animated cartoon version of Jack La Lanne, who hosted a TV exercise show in the 1960s and is still active today, except for the fact that La Lanne possesses real charisma whereas behind his unchanging smile, Mr. Titan has no personality whatsoever.

    Nearly all that happens in his cartoons is that Mr. Titan demonstrates some simple calisthenics and encourages his audience to exercise along with him. And just why did Mr. Titan’s creators think that kids watch cartoons in the first place? Is it to work themselves into a sweat, or to goof off and have a good time? If kids want to exercise, they’d go outside and play baseball or anything else that is more involving and fun than joining Mr. Titan in his dreary workout routines.

    So the Mr. Titan cartoons would be doomed by their premise, even if they didn’t have bargain basement limited animation. In the cartoon at the Dump show, I watched in bewilderment as Mr. Titan repeatedly performed the same exercise while counting, “One, two, three, four!” But the exercise involved only two positions: whenever he called “two” or “four” he did absolutely nothing. At least Mr. Titan’s wooden movements match his personality.

    But the Mr. Titan cartoons aren’t totally devoid of interest. Mr. Titan has a sidekick, Tip Top, a stick figure with an expressive, oval face, who moves in a sprightly manner in the few moments he gets on screen; he doesn’t talk, but he has far more personality than his robot-like boss. If only these cartoons had been about Tip Top instead!

    Then there was, “King of the Sea,” a cartoon from the 1967-1968 NBC series Super President, whose title character, James Norcross, is indeed the President of the United States who gains superpowers and secretly becomes a superhero.

    The creators of this show stumbled over an interesting idea, linking the American pop culture icon of the superhero with America’s status as a world super-power. The late Mark Gruenwald insightfully explored this concept in his 1986 Squadron Supreme series, in which superheroes take control of the United States, and today DC Comics publishes Ex Machina, writer Brian K. Vaughn’s critically acclaimed series about a superhero as mayor of post-9/11 New York City. I wonder if Super President was the inspiration for Robert Smigel’s X-Presidents cartoons that burlesque politics on Saturday Night Live. But, you see, Gruenwald, Vaughn and Smigel all treated the idea with intelligence; Super President‘s creators stumbled over the idea and fell flat on their faces.

    People forever ask, how come nobody recognizes Clark Kent as Superman with a pair of glasses on? Ah, but Clark Kent is a master of disguise compared to President Norcross, who may wear a mask but calls himself “Super President.” And yet nobody realizes that they are one and the same! (Marvel fans may find it disturbing that Super-President’s costume looks uncomfortably similar to that of Guardian’s from Alpha Flight, though I would hope this is merely a coincidence.)

    And just how old does a kid have to be to realize that the President cannot just disappear for hours at a time to go on secret missions? Not only would the Secret Service notice, but so would the White House staff.

    In classic superhero tradition, Super President has a sidekick, but he’s not a kid in costume, but a pudgy, bespectacled adult in a business suit: presidential aide Jerry Sayles. Jerry Beck keeps calling this other Jerry a Karl Rove lookalike, but I think he looks like a young Dick Cheney before he went over to the dark side. (Longtime comics pros might think that Super President‘s Jerry looks a little like the late DC editor E. Nelson Bridwell. Take a look at Jerry’s picture accompanying this satiric Salon piece in which Super President comments about our current less-than-super President)

    It would be nice to think that the perpetrators of Super President were consciously making a joke by pairing their superhero with this chubby, mild-mannered bureaucrat. But since the cartoons are devoid of any sense of humor or any sense of minds working at more than half capacity, I’d say no.

    All this dumbness might be more forgivable if Super President at least gave its characters memorable, vivid personalities or provided thrilling action sequences, but no. Like all the cartoons in Cartoon Dump, their cardinal sin is dullness. Even considering the limitations on the animation imposed by the low budgets, Fred Flintstone running past the same cave wall over and over is more exciting than any of the action in this Super President cartoon. The villain has the same number of dimensions to his personality as Super President and Jerry, which is to say, negative three.

    The only spark of life in this cartoon comes from the fact that Super President’s voice was supplied by the great Paul Frees. It’s a pleasure to hear him, but even Frees could not do much with the character’s bland dialogue and minimal personality.

    Super President was produced by the animation company DePatie-Freleng, one of whose heads, as Beck noted, was Friz Freleng, the great director of so many classic Warner Brothers cartoons of the 1940s and 1950s. Freleng apparently did not work on Super President himself. Still, it’s a cautionary tale about how corporate demands can seduce even a great creative artist into permitting godawful hack work to go out under his name.

    In the 1960s Freleng was still capable of producing good work, like the animated title sequence for The Pink Panther (1964) and the spinoff series of animated cartoon shorts. The third cartoon in the Cartoon Dump, “Lindy’s Dream,” is the result of a downright appalling story of creative decline. This was the pilot for the stillborn series The Adventures of Sir Gee Whiz on the Other Side of the Moon (1960), which is one ludicrous mouthful, and was produced by the team of Hugh Harmon and Rudolf Ising, who started out working alongside Freleng in the earliest days of Walt Disney’s animation studio, then produced and directed the earliest Looney Tunes for Warner Brothers, and later went to MGM, creating some cartoons, like Peace on Earth (1939) (see “Comics in Context” #66 : “A Christmas Potpourri”) that are now considered classics.

    But most of their cartoons that I’ve seen fall far short of enduring greatness, and Harmon and Ising seem to fall into that sad but familiar category of creative artists who are left behind by changing times. Whereas their former colleagues Disney and Freleng went on to create important work in the 1940s and beyond, Harmon and Ising’s heyday ended at the start of the 1940s. Jerry Beck wrote on his blog, “Hugh and Rudy gave it up to support the effort during World War II, creating instructional animated films for the Armed Services. They spent the rest of their careers creating educational, industrial and commercial films, never achieving the public fame they once enjoyed during the 1930s. Not that they didn’t try.” But they were already out of the creative mainstream. Sir Gee Whiz was an attempt to make a comeback, but instead demonstrates just how out of touch they had become. Beck continued, “Limited animation was not something Harman and Ising could grasp easily. This short shows just how badly Hugh and Rudy didn’t get it.”

    I interpret that as meaning, in part, that Harmon and Ising didn’t recognize, as Hanna and Barbera and Jay Ward already had by 1960, how clever scripts, good voice acting, and vivid musical scores could compensate for limited movement. Beck has also suggested that the concept behind Sir Gee Whiz was something Harmon and Ising could have used in the 1930s but had grown dated by 1960. Indeed, by then America was in the Space Age, and kids fantasized about going to the moon by rocket and encountering aliens, not floating up there hand in hand with an elderly elf.

    The main reason why Sir Gee Whiz seems to be a signature piece for the Dump is the creepiness of its premise. An old bearded gnome, Sir Gee Whiz (And how did he receive a knighthood? Especially since his accent marks him as Irish?), puts an underage girl’s nanny to sleep and then takes the little girl, Lindy, off with him to his home on the other side of the moon. In other words, what if Humbert Humbert had been a lunar leprechaun?

    Should we accept this set-up as innocent? In The Wizard of Oz underage Dorothy goes on a road trip to the Emerald City with three adult males and no one thinks there’s anything wrong with this. Then again, the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman and Cowardly Lion don’t invite her back to their lairs to look at their etchings or whatever.

    Or is this a case of creators of works intended for children who so lack perspective on their work that they are blind to the highly inappropriate subtext of their stories? No one bought the pilot for Sir Gee Whiz, so perhaps that subtext didn’t escape everyone’s notice at the time.

    “Lindy’s Party” ends with a look at characters that Sir Gee Whiz‘s creators intended to use in later episodes. The Dump audience burst into loud, astonished laughter at the sight of one such character, Senor Ropo, who is indeed an enormous (and somewhat phallic) piece of rope, with eyes, a mouth, a mustache, a sombrero, and a stereotypical Mexican accent. Just what could Harmon, Ising and company have possibly been thinking?

    The fourth and final cartoon in the Dump performance was “The Black Vapor,” an installment of the 1967 series Johnny Cypher in Dimension Zero: the names “cipher” and “zero” are all too appropriate in grading this cartoon.

    Beck pointed out that Johnny Cypher was produced by the Oriolo Studio, headed by Joseph Oriolo, who produced the 1960s Felix the Cat cartoons and the animated series The Mighty Hercules. I haven’t seen the 1960s version of Felix–the one in which he had a literal “bag of tricks,” contended against nemeses like the Professor, the thuggish Rock Bottom, and the alien Master Cylinder (a sort of Dalek predecessor), and had an intellectual young friend, Poindexter–in decades, but I recall my fondness for them from my childhood, and for the colorful voice acting, which I now know was performed by Jack Mercer, the classic voice of Popeye.

    I liked The Mighty Hercules even more as a boy; in recent years I watched a batch of them for free on one of Time Warner Cable’s “on demand” channels, and they’re not bad at all. Certainly I have more sophisticated tastes by now, but I still appreciate how Hercules transforms the stuff of Greek mythology into what amounts to a superhero series set in ancient times, with Herc as Superman, his girlfriend Helena standing in Lois, the young centaur Newton (whose falsetto voice I now find annoying) as Jimmy Olsen, and a pack of fine supervillain-like menaces like the sorcerer Daedalus. The analogues to the superhero genre are hardly accidental, since the series was written by DC Comics veterans George Kashdan and Jack Miller. Despite the limited animation, the Hercules cartoons still succeed in creating a sense of action and momentum that demonstrate how much could be done even within the low budgets of early “˜60s cartoons. And Hercules had a great, unforgettable theme song! Indeed, Oriolo and company seemed to have consciously designed elements of the series to be iconic: each episode builds to a high point when Hercules dons the magic ring that endows him with superhuman strength, to the accompaniment of thunder and lightning, the equivalent of Popeye downing his spinach while his theme music plays triumphantly. But did I wonder, even as a child, why Herc just didn’t keep the ring on full time?

    The difference between Oriolo’s Felix and Hercules on one side and Johnny Cypher on the other is that Felix and Herc are good, and Johnny is very, very bad. Part of the problem, as Beck explained, was that Oriolo farmed the animation of Cypher out to Japan, making this an early example of anime. But, unlike, say, Osamu Tezuka’s Astro Boy, this isn’t some enduring landmark in anime history. Whereas Oriolo’s Hercules propulsively carries its young viewers along for the ride, Cypher leaves them mired as if in a pool of molasses. In “The Black Vapor,” the vapor turns people to stone, thereby, as Beck pointed out, eliminating any need to spend any effort animating them.

    But the real reason that “The Black Vapor” was included in the Dump show seems to be its two villains, who, at one point, break into a frenzied dance of joy, which is not only badly animated but comes off as a presumably unintended burst of over-the-top homoerotic ecstasy.

    On the Worst Cartoons Ever! DVD (which I may review at length in the future) Jerry Beck starts out by telling us that “no one sets out to make bad cartoons.” This is a kind and generous thing for him to say, but I disagree. Perhaps the makers of the cartoons in Cartoon Dump didn’t consciously think of their work as bad. But I don’t get the impression from these cartoons that they were striving towards goodness, either.

    Back in the 1990s, when I was continuity cop at Marvel (before the present tidal wave of lawlessness in that area), I was speaking with a writer, advising him about the continuity-related holes in his storyline. His continual rejoinder was that “the kids” wouldn’t notice and wouldn’t care. What he really meant was that he didn’t care, and this was his rationalization for his own sloppiness in his craft. Of course by the 1990s Marvel’s readership was mostly adults, the series on which this writer worked soon bombed, and, as far as I know, the writer has since vanished from the comics business.

    I suspect that the makers of the cartoons in Cartoon Dump or Worst Cartoons Ever! told themselves much the same thing about their audience. Yes, the animators and other artists at Disney studied the works of great illustrators, and the animators at UPA studied modern art and design, and each group in its on way sought to treat animation as art. And I suspect that many of the makers of the Dump‘s cartoons thought that Walt Disney and the UPA guys were nuts. Why put so much time and effort into cartoons? Aren’t cartoons just time-killing junk for small children? Won’t little kids watch anything that we put on their TV screen? Why should anyone take cartoons seriously?

    Many other talented people who worked in animation for early television–Hanna and Barbera, Jay Ward, Bob Clampett, the makers of numerous animated commercials-strove against the limitations imposed by the low budgets they had to work with, and even created work that attracted intelligent adult viewers But not the perpetrators of many of the cartoons destined for the Dump.

    In the course of the Cartoon Dump stage show, Compost Brite warned us that people who strive for excellence lead “stressed-out” lives, but that plenty of people who deal in “mediocrity” turn out to be successful. Reminding us that “D is a passing grade,” Ms. Brite leads cast members in singing the praises of making only a “minimal effort” in life. The cartoons in the Dump exemplify that very philosophy, except that the actors playing Ms. Brite and company are just kidding, and the cartoons aren’t.

    Wondering whether other cartoon series I hadn’t seen since my grade school days would prove to be as awful as those in Cartoon Dump, I tracked down episodes of some of them on YouTube.

    The same people who inflicted The Mighty Mr. Titan on innocent children–creator Robert D. Buchanan and Soundac Productions–were also responsible for the earlier 1957 series Colonel Bleep (and http://www.toontracker.com/bleep/bleep.htm). Like Mr. Titan’s sidekick Tip Top, Colonel Bleep is basically a stick figure, only the Colonel has a triangular-shaped head encircled by transparent, round space helmet. This time Buchanan and Soundac had the wisdom to make the stick figure into the star of the show. Since Mr. Titan was basically an exercise instructor, he had to resemble a real human being, but the extremely limited animation turns Mr. Titan’s actions into laughable caricatures of actual human movement. But the limited animation suits the simplified figures of Colonel Bleep and Tip Top, whose movements are comparatively energetic.

    Indeed, one of the delights of Colonel Bleep is its emphasis on graphic design. As noted, the Colonel is a semiabstract figure, composed of a triangle, circle and straight lines. His sidekick, Scratch the caveman, has a figure shaped like an oval. (The other sidekick, a puppet resembling a young boy dressed as a cowboy, is named Squeak because he cannot talk but merely squeaks; this just seems weird.)

    The characters in Colonel Bleep have no dialogue, but there is a narrator who adopts a tone like that of an adult reading from a storybook to children. But whereas the fantasy of Sir Gee Whiz seems dreadfully dated, Colonel Bleep capitalizes on the growing interest kids in the late 1950s had in science fiction and the emerging Space Age. Colonel Bleep, then, is an early example of what must have been a new phenomenon: science fiction aimed at small children.

    The opening episode, “Colonel Bleep Arrives on Earth“ establishes that the Colonel is an extraterrestrial from the planet Futura, and that the Futurans see themselves as responsible for maintaining order and justice in the universe. It rather reminds me of DC Comics’ Green Lantern Corps, and perhaps reflects the United States’ emerging sense that as a world superpower it had the duty to police the world. The first episode further explains that the Futurans decided to send Colonel Bleep to Earth when they detected the first atomic explosion on Earth in 1945 and then observed how Earth had begun firing rockets into space; this suggested to them that Earth posed a potential threat to the rest of the universe.

    I hadn’t expected to find concerns about nuclear war crop up in a children’s cartoon from the late 1950s. But this is a key to understanding why the Colonel Bleep cartoons have more life and imagination than many other animated series of early television. The writers on Bleep were working themes with relevance to their adult lives into the backstory. Similarly, in designing the characters, the artists were creating forms that would be appealing to kids, easy to animate, but also aesthetically satisfying to themselves.

    I also located an episode of Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse (and http://www.toontracker.com/courcat/courcat.htm), an animated series whose creation is credited to Batman creator Bob Kane. My regular readers know that Kane may have come up with the idea of a superhero costumed as a bat, but that writer Bill Finger cane up with most of the other basic elements of the early Batman mythos. I wonder how much imaginative effort was necessary to devise the concept for Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse, who are basically Batman and Robin as a talking cat and mouse. It’s as if Kane crossed Batman with Tom and Jerry. I wouldn’t be surprised if Roy Thomas and Scott Shaw! had Courageous Cat partly in mind when they created their funny animal superhero team, Captain Carrot and His Amazing Zoo Crew, which DC Comics has recently revived.

    One of the best things about Courageous Cat is the theme music, which conjures the feel of an urban crime thriller of the period, seeming to promise a much more adult sensibility than these kiddie cartoons actually possess.

    In the episode I found on YouTube, “The Case of the Big Movie Star” (1960), the series’ premier villain, the Frog, intends to abduct Marilyn Mouse, a movie actress whom he compels to star in the movie he is making. Our heroes, Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse, have virtually blank personalities. Minute, however, speaks in a falsetto voice, suggesting he is meant to be a prepubescent child. So it’s a little weird and creepy when Minute becomes dazzled by the charms of Marilyn Mouse.

    The cartoon becomes way kinkier when Courageous Cat disguises himself as Marilyn Mouse, leading to a sequence in which the Frog attempts to seduce her. Yes, there are plenty of instances of Bugs Bunny in drag, but his disguises are always transparent to anyone with a higher I. Q. than Elmer Fudd’s. Courageous Cat turns himself into an exact lookalike of Marilyn Mouse, which somehow seems weirder. Dr. Fredric Wertham thought Batman was kinky; what would he have thought of this?

    But I was amused by the fact that Marilyn Mouse spoke in a breathy voice, reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe’s. And what I remembered most fondly about Courageous Cat cartoons proved to be as good as ever: the Frog himself, whose voice is a superb imitation of that of Edward G. Robinson, the actor best known for his iconic gangster roles in the 1930s and 1940s. When I first saw Courageous Cat I probably did not know anything about Robinson, but that voice gives the Frog a vivid, memorable personality: he’s like Robinson crossed with Mr. Toad from The Wind in the Willows. It’s too bad no one thought to cast such distinctive voices for Courageous and Minute.

    Watching this Courageous Cat cartoon, I got the feeling that some people connected with it–the writers and the voice actors–were having fun, even if the rest of the cartoon was uninspired hackwork.

    And that’s the sort of thing that makes the difference. Those writers and artists and actors who smuggled sparks of imagination into their cartoons turned out work that still shows some virtues today. Cartoons that just seem to have been ground out as mindless time wasters for kids end up only as specimens of creative bankruptcy, interred in the Cartoon Dump.

    Copyright 2008 Peter Sanderson

  • Trailer Park: I’ve Been Pull-Quoted

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here…

    Instead of putting off and putting off and putting off my vow to somehow market my first book I am letting people download my first book for free. Give it a preview or read the whole thing for free. Download and read my “Thank You, Goodnight” right HERE.

    Some stray thoughts as I head into this week’s column:

    A) I saw CHARLIE WILSON’S WAR and JUNO last week.

    First, CHARLIE WILSON’S WAR. I’m not really here to give a review but I can’t help but to try and seek some kind of understanding from people smarter than myself for why this movie is even being mentioned as an Oscar contender.

    It wasn’t so much the question of the irresistible force versus the immovable object, Tom Hanks’ and Philip Seymour Hoffman’s performances versus Julia Roberts’ forehead, but the movie lacked any clear dramatic thrust. Here you had a notorious Lothario who just happened to get involved with a cause that moved him to step out of his comfort zone for a bit. What the problem was for me, then, was Hanks’ detachment from the situation. He pulled some strings, stumped a little bit and stomped his feet; there wasn’t anything really at stake for a man who just wanted to keep getting re-elected term after term.

    I’m also a little pissed that this movie took a “no comment” stance regarding how this Afghan/Soviet war gave rise to someone who was going to take his training and turn it back around on his handlers: Osama bin Laden. Um, this was kind of a big deal and to kind of relegate it to “whatever” territory in the final draft of this movie is a bit of an insult to everyone’s intelligences.

    How it could have been improved: Make this movie all about Philip Seymour Hoffman. The movie would have proved to have been a much more enjoyable experience if it solely focused on what was at stake for this goofy, intelligent and snap-mouthed man named Gust. He’s obviously been having a stellar year with THE SAVAGES, CHARLIE WILSON’S WAR and BEFORE THE DEVIL KNOWS YOUR DEAD. His could have been the story that had some weight to it. Unfortunately, we’re treated to something that you can’t help but feel underwhelmed by at the end.

    Secondly, JUNO. One thing about the backlash which I hope happens against Diablo Cody (For the love of Christ, your name is Brook. Unless you go back to throwing panties at my face in the same strip joint where you slung your milk jugs around for a wad of Washingtons your name is Brook) it should only extend into the questioning as to why the witty pitter-patter between the characters in the movie, namely out of Ellen Page’s mouth, is seen for what it is: bullshit. I don’t know any emo kid who talks like that unless instructed to do so by a Hollywood screenwriter and, as Rainn Wilson showed, I have never heard a register jockey working at the local 5 and dime have such cutesy patois at his disposal. In fact, I would dare any of you to find anything to like about that miserable twat for the first half of the film. She needed Allison Janney to apply the backhand of justice across that sour face of hers, that much I can say. However, and this is a big however, the movie eventually settles down and then deserves the adulation it’s getting from a lot of people. You can’t help but love Michael Cera and Ellen by the end of this thing and, for that, I think Brook is a brilliant screenwriter. Huzzah.

    B) American Gladiators. I love this show and It’s everything Bill Hicks said was wrong with America. I think this show is a little heavy on the theatrics, I wish I could talk to someone who produces this show to tell them how much I appreciate having something like this as I hammer out my column but I am all about loving seeing normal people get all sorts of whoop-assed in the ultimate homage to reality/scripted television.

    C) HORRORS OF WAR. I was looking for HOME ALONE for my 4 year-old as we planned our New Year’s evening and about where the H’s were all sort of mish-mashed together I saw the cover art for what looked like a pretty sweet rental: it had the visage of Hitler, some flags donning swastikas and a pack of the undead. I don’t know what caused me to pick it up, I usually laugh at the direct-to-DVD fare that litters the gutters of that place, Antonio Sabato Jr. and Tom Selleck have obviously made it a cottage industry, but I was absolutely thrilled beyond words when I saw my pull-quote from a column I did almost two years ago:

    Nothing says “wicked awesome” better than paring a WWII movie and Nazi zombies together in one film.”

    It filled me with the kind of joy only reserved for late night rendezvous with the wife but, in an honest sense, it was like a little bit of validation for all the people who have knocked on my e-mail box looking for a little exposure inside this column. Sure, these filmmakers go elsewhere as well to get as many people to look at their film but it was just nice to see my words printed on a little DVD box. Hell, I wasn’t even quoted by name but by the site but I am honored nonetheless.

    D) I got my room for Comic-Con in July. For the love of God, is there anyone else going this year?

    So much to do before summer gets here…

    STOP LOSS (2008)

    Director: Kimberly Peirce
    Cast:
    Ryan Phillippe, Abbie Cornish, Channing Tatum, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Ciarán Hinds, Timothy Olyphant, Victor Rasuk, Rob Brown
    Release: March 28, 2008
    Synopsis:
    Decorated Iraq war hero Sgt. Brandon King makes a celebrated return to his small Texas hometown following his tour of duty. Brandon tries to resume the life he left behind with the help and support of his loving family, and his best friend, Steve Shriver, who served with Brandon in Iraq. Alongside their war-time buddies, Brandon and Steve try to make peace with civilian life. Then, against Brandon’s will, a “Stop-Loss” order is issued by the Army which indefinitely extends his enlistment and forces him back to Iraq. This devastating change upends Brandon’s entire world. The conflict into which he is thrown tests everything he believes in: the bond of family, the loyalty of friendship, the limits of love and the value of honor.

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    Prognosis: Negative. Here’s the funny thing about the illegal Iraq war we’re in: the art that has spawned it has been incredible.

    From the 2nd book and screenplay I’m writing to documentaries to feature length films to books to TV shows to everything else multimedia under the technological sun there is a lot of choices you have as a consumer to take this whole experience in. And it’s not like there’s any time distance for any of these things because there is still a war being waged on the other side of the world.

    The result, obviously, is that there are some projects that work better than others. Some people’s stance on what the war has done to them, artistically, is really hit or miss. Yeah, war sucks and that the powers that be should be held accountable for all the wretched things that have been done in America’s name (and that name is M-U-D in many of the countries outside of our little isolationist bubble) but this movie in particular seems to suck a little harder.

    I don’t want to denigrate the message of the movie, which is possibly quite altruistic, but the execution of the trailer is bad. Awful, in fact.

    I can appreciate the use of “Bodies” by Drowning Pool but the context for the opening voiceover from Ryan Philippe, his words getting slightly obfuscated by the song, duh, is muddled. We’re trying to understand the plot of the film but the substance of the film is being stymied by the need to hit the audio post of the raging rock song with the firing of a shoulder powered rocket launcher.

    I know war is supposed to be confusing and disorienting but that doesn’t apply to trailers. We should have a crystal clear understanding of what we’re watching but as we continue through this preview/mash-up rock video. I mean, really, the first half of this trailer is chock full o’ crap and there is no photo montage that can save it from being anything less than poorly constructed.

    However, we take a turn for the better when Ryan sits and gets told he’s now part of Dubbya’s administration’s Stop-Loss which, in effect, holds soldiers in Iraq a little longer after their supposed term of service. When Ryan realizes this is what’s happening to him this was actually a moment when the trailer should have started.

    This trailer is actually riveting when you see it play out AFTER we get what’s happening. It’s almost as if the first half was a part of some prison work release program that was compiled by sex offenders and the second one was polished by well-meaning individuals. Night and day.

    The trailer excels when we get to ground zero of these people’s lives when it’s understood that the crux of the film seems to deal with what happens after you realize you have to leave, again, into a hellhole you thought you weren’t returning to ever again. Ryan’s flirting with leaving the country, at least I think that’s what he’s doing, to avoid shipping off is a nice touch.

    I will say that the final moments of the trailer drift into the maudlin and the overly dramatic (“Oscar people! Look at me!!! These are real tears! I am teh awesome!”) and it really takes back a lot of the goodwill I was giving it.

    I just wish, at the end of it all, someone had a consistent voice directing this thing. As it stands I feel like I was on the teacup ride at Disneyland with as many turns this thing took.

    10,000 B.C. (2008)

    Director: Roland Emmerich
    Cast:
    Steven Strait, Camilla Belle, Cliff Curtis
    Release: March 7, 2008
    Synopsis:
    From director Roland Emmerich comes a sweeping odyssey into a mythical age of prophesies and gods, when spirits rule the land and mighty mammoths shake the earth. In a remote mountain tribe, the young hunter, D’Leh (Steven Strait), has found his heart’s passion – the beautiful Evolet (Camilla Belle). When a band of mysterious warlords raid his village and kidnap Evolet, D’Leh is forced to lead a small group of hunters to pursue the warlords to the end of the world to save her. Driven by destiny, the unlikely band of warriors must battle saber-tooth tigers and prehistoric predators and, at their heroic journey’s end, they uncover a Lost Civilization. Their ultimate fate lies in an empire beyond imagination, where great pyramids reach into the skies. Here they will take their stand against a powerful god who has brutally enslaved their people.

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    Prognosis: Negative. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

    Seriously, is this a joke without it being funny? If you want to know all the reasons why this looks about as much fun as lighting your nuts on fire with a Bic lighter as you drench your yam bag with spearmint rubbing alcohol from Ralph’s stay tuned.

    First of all, fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, you’re going to get the chance, bub. If any of you here present remember my award for most deceptive trailer a couple of years ago when THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW fooled us all into thinking it was like Michael Bay’s triumphant return to form with TRANSFORMERS, I can tell you that I am still smarting from the complete bullshit that fooled me into paying to see that movie.

    What you ultimately ended up with was a movie that wasn’t even classifiable as a tent pole from the standpoint that it could have been enjoyed forever as a movie meant to symbolize what summer movies were all about: dumb fun. It would be too easy to point a finger and say “Yeah, it sure got the dumb part right” but there are scads of you out there who know exactly what I am talking about; the movie suffered from too much reliance on special effects without there being a sustainable script to help enjoin that framework.

    Argue with me all you like but you’d be wrong.

    This movie doesn’t look any better if anyone out in the public learned what to be on the lookout for with Roland’s moviemaking. If anyone is going to give a nod to the man it should be for INDEPENDENCE DAY or even UNIVERSAL SOLDIER. The homoerotic subtexts of both these movies could be perfect for a master’s thesis but since we’re talking about this trailer I will say that the same subtext is alive and well.

    I like the whole light imagery at the beginning of the trailer. At first I thought this might be a movie about modern people having to learn to survive without any power, electricity; that’s a movie I would pay money to see. In fact, I’m copyrighting that idea right here. It’s certainly better than what we’re given here.

    Wooly mammoth hunting? White dudes in dreadlocks? Same white dudes in dreadlocks having sparkling white molars? Where the fuck did they get the Crest and dental floss to maintain such a naturally pearly smile?

    I’m confused by the INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM script lift with some colony thinking that the white guy in dreads was meant to liberate them from a naturally beefy, and shirtless, overlord. The saber-toothed tigers are a nice mix but having me understand how this one guy traverses both snow, water and desert in one movie hurts my head to even consider.

    And the genre itself, Sword and Sandal, is already a hard sell after so many crap films have failed to elicit the interest of a fickle public that didn’t care about Brad Pitt or even Colin Farrell in tighty whities.

    See it if you must but consider me properly warned after fooling me twice now. I’m on to you, Roland”¦

  • Toy Box: Boba Fett Mighty Mugg

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    Old Boba has been immortalized in just about every way possible. It’s not bad for a guy with only a handful of lines and an embarrassing death.

    The latest incarnation is on the shelves at your local Target. It’s called a “Mighty Mugg”, and is a series of Star Wars figures done in a designer vinyl style. You know what I’m talking about – hollow rotocast smooth vinyl figures that use paint as their main source of definition.

    There are several in the first wave, including Han Solo, Chewbacca, Darth Vader…and of course, Boba Fett. As a big collector of all things Fett, I couldn’t pass him up, particularly at the ten buck price tag.

    If you have any questions, just drop me an email at mwc@mwctoys.com. Now on with the review…

    Boba Fett Mighty Mugg

    The designer vinyl figure craze has been in full swing for a couple years, and yet I’m still surprised to see major retailers take a chance on it. If anything seems clearly a collector focused line, it’s something like this, but it’s nice to see the mass market folks trying to tap into the market a bit more.

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    Packaging – ***
    The boxes are a tad flimsy, but at least the graphics are clean and vibrant. They do look like most every other vinyl specialty line, but most folks seeing these at Target aren’t going to realize that. There’s also a window in the box to allow you to see the figure, and the packaging can be opened and resealed without damage (aka ‘collector friendly’).

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    Sculpting – **1/2
    ‘Sculpting’ is a bit of a misnomer here, since there really isn’t any. With this type of figure (much like the mini block figures), the body, limbs and head all have one general shape, size and style, and it’s the paint that makes the characters truly unique.

    Unfortunately, the style here ain’t really flippin’ my patties. The head approximates a helmet I suppose, but it actually looks much better with the human characters (like Han) than it does with the helmeted characters (like Vader and Fett). For someone like Boba, the style is simply too rounded for my tastes.

    He does stand up great on his own though, and the hands COULD hold something if something was available. The jetpack isn’t removable, but it’s a decent looking addition. Whether you really consider this a ‘vinyl’ figure or not is debatable, as the material they’ve used seems a lot more like a very hard plastic, but they’re still trying to piggy back on the vinyl popularity with the style.

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    Paint – ***1/2
    The paint is critical, and it’s nice to see that it’s very clean and neat. The cut lines are razor sharp, and there’s no bleed and almost no slop. In fact, the quality reminds me of some much more expensive vinyl specialty market stuff, which surprised me considering the cost.

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    Articulation – **
    Vinyl figures aren’t known for their articulation, but even then this one is a tad lacking. He has a neck joint and cut shoulders. The legs appear to have cut joints at the top, but mine don’t want to turn. Even if they did, there wouldn’t be much point, since turning them wouldn’t have any appreciable effect on the pose.

    If you’re a regular buyer of designer vinyl stuff, this lack of articulation won’t be much of a surprise.

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    Accessories – Bupkis
    Yep, nothing here. A blaster would have gone a long way to improving this guy for me.

    Fun Factor – **
    This isn’t for kids, and not because they’d break it. In fact, they’d be able to show it some pretty serious abuse, and it would be fine. No, this isn’t for them because there’s not much point to playing with him.

    Value – ***1/2
    Designer vinyl figures tend to be expensive, and in some cases, very expensive. Even the specialty market stuff that’s produced in moderate quantity can run $40 or $50 a pop easy, and the more limited stuff runs in the hundreds. When I picked this guy up off the shelf at Target, I was therefore expecting twenty bucks to be on the tag, and was quite happily surprised to see just $10.

    Now, on the flip side, let’s keep in mind that there’s not much to any vinyl figure like this. The high end pricing gets driven by artist demand, not actual cost. But with a mass market item like this, actual cost is much more a factor…and that cost is relatively low.

    Things to Watch Out For –
    Zippo!

    Overall – ***
    I liked this guy better in the package than out – that’s never a good sign. He actually would have lost another half star on my overall if not for the excellent value, particularly for folks that are accostumed to paying 4, 5 or more times the price. I think that most folks that are really into these will pick up the whole series, because that’s how they really look best – as a set together on the shelf. Individual figures don’t really don’t do as much for you.

    Where to Buy –
    Target and Toys R Us are getting these in at around $10 a pop.

  • Comics in Context #208: Creative Differences

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    cic2007-12-21.jpgOne of the major events in the world of comics in 2008 is certain to be Harry N. Abrams’ publication of Mark Evanier’s Kirby: King of Comics, a combination of a biography of the late Jack Kirby and a coffee table art book devoted to his work.

    In the last installment of this column, just before Christmas, I began my advance review of this book, covering the section about Kirby’s early life and career, just before he entered the comic book industry, then itself young. In this section Evanier includes “Street Code,” a late work by Kirby about life in New York during his boyhood in the Great Depression. Comics writer Peter B. Gillis recently told me that he considered Kirby’s extraordinary double-page panorama of a Lower East Side Street in “Street Code” to be as good as the work of George Bellows or any other member of the “Ashcan School,” the group of New York City realist painters of the early 20th century. He may well be right.

    This week I pick up Kirby’s story in the year 1938, when he entered the comic book business by going to work for the studio jointly run by Will Eisner and Jerry Iger. As Evanier explains, earlier in the 1930s comic books had consisted of reprints of newspaper comic strips. “No one had yet really thought how to design a comic book page in any way other than to replicate the reconfigured newspaper reprints,” comments Evanier. “But then, Jack Kirby hadn’t started drawing comic books yet” (Evanier, Kirby: King of Comics, p. 40). Almost immediately, Evanier adds that Eisner, who would soon go on to create The Spirit, would “be the other great innovator of the form–the guy besides Kirby leading the way, making comic books different from strips” (Evanier, p. 40). I’d put more emphasis on Eisner, who achieved greatness as a comics artist and innovative graphic storyteller in The Spirit years before Kirby reached his own peak. But notice that here Evanier, in an understated way, is asserting that it was Eisner and Kirby who effectively invented the modern comic book medium, in that it was they who discovered the means of differentiating comic books from comic strips. (I added the word “modern” since there were early forebears of graphic novels, notably Rodophe Topffer’s, that preceded the rise if the American newspaper strip.) I’m reminded of how Picasso and Braque simultaneously devised cubism. Kirby isn’t just one of the great masters of the comic book art; he and Eisner were the foremost creators of the graphic language of the comic book medium.

    Eisner and Kirby got along well, but Evanier doesn’t explain why Kirby left what seems to have been a good job with the Eisner-Iger studio only to end up working for the dreaded Victor Fox, whom Evanier already introduced to the readers in the book’s preface. (How would comics history have been different had Kirby done a backup feature for Eisner’s Spirit sections in Sunday newspapers?)

    But at Fox Kirby met its editor in chief, Joe Simon, and they soon formed a creative partnership that lasted sixteen years. They soon left Fox and went to work for Martin Goodman, publisher of Timely Comics, the company that evolved into today’s Marvel.

    Again in understated fashion, Evanier nonetheless devastatingly critiques Goodman in introducing him. He quotes another comics veteran, Don Rico, as saying that Goodman “usually arrived on the tail end of a trend. Martin got into pulps just as the pulps started to lose popularity” (Evanier, p. 47). Thus Goodman becomes the representative of the sort of corporate mentality that clings to old ideas and fails to recognize the cultural shifts pointing to the future. This is the sort of businessman who fails to recognize the true value of the artistic visionary, the man who can see and create the future, and Kirby, the visionary, would run up against this kind of blind opposition time and again throughout his career.

    Well, at least Goodman knew enough to get into publishing comics as early as 1939, though even he could hardly have missed noticing the immediate, extraordinary popularity of Superman, who had debuted only a year before.

    So at the beginning of Chapter Two, Evanier delves into the creation of the Simon-and-Kirby team’s most famous character, Captain America, for Timely.

    In another book I recently critiqued at great length, Disguised As Clark Kent, author Danny Fingeroth examines the creation of Captain America as a reflection of Simon and Kirby’s Jewish-American background (see “Comics in Context” #202: “Stung”). In Fingeroth’s view, Simon and Kirby meant Steve Rogers, a. k. a. Captain America, to be “a kind of surrogate Jew” (Fingeroth, p. 58) who battles the anti-Semitic Nazis. It’s interesting, then, that in Evanier’s telling, Simon’s conscious motivations in co-creating Captain America were commercial. “‘Writing super hero comics,’ Simon recalled, “˜we were always looking for that great villain. It was becoming hard to think of a better villain than Adolf Hitler” (Evanier p. 49). Peter Coogan argues in his book, Superhero: The Secret Origin of a Genre, that Hitler was a real life “super-villain” (see “Comics in Context” #165: “The Supervillain Defined”); Simon apparently would agree. “Kids on the street, he [Simon] told the publisher [Goodman] were already playing soldiers, firing pretend weapons at a pretend Hitler. Why not put that into a comic book?” (Evanier p. 50). This indicates that Simon was acting–consciously, anyway–not so much as a Jew who was opposed to Hitler even before the attack on Pearl Harbor, when most of America was isolationist, but as a perceptive businessman who recognized growing anti-Nazi sentiment in this country, even among children, and wanted to capitalize on it in the comics.

    This may be misleading.  Danny Fingeroth has informed me that Simon has been repeatedly quoted as saying that he and Goodman intended Captain America as a means of propagandizing against the Nazis.

    Moreover, Evanier reports that Simon and Kirby received anti-Semitic hate mail and threats over Captain America, but the team bravely continued (Evanier p. 54). Presumably it wasn’t just bigots in 1941 who recognized Simon and Kirby’s Captain  America as the protest of two Jewish-Americans against Nazi tyranny.

    And so Evanier and Abrams provide a reproduction of the celebrated cover of Captain America Comics #1 (1941), which deservedly takes up a full page of the book, and in which the iconic figure of Captain America lands a powerful punch on the jaw of Adolf Hitler. Both Simon and Kirby were artists, but Evanier credits the cover to Kirby and inker Syd Shores: in other words, this cover is a pure example of the sheer force of Kirby’s early superhero artwork.

    That dynamism, captured on the printed page, is even more palpable in the Kirby-Shores cover to Captain America #9 (1941), which serves as the chapter’s frontispiece: an enraged Captain America hurtles powerfully through a window at the ghastly villain, the Black Talon, who holds Cap’s partner Bucky at bay with an outstretched arm, while an underling recoils from Cap, and a hooded figure fires a bullet at Cap’s shield. The entire cover explodes with energy.

    Any biography of Jack Kirby must address certain controversial issues, and the creation of Captain America is the first of these. Evanier writes, “Simon would later claim to have had the initial notion for the star-spangled hero and to have worked out the format and costuming before Kirby was involved. Jack would recall contributing from the outset” (Evanier, p. 50). Typically in this book, Evanier is evenhanded on such matters, giving both sides’ versions of the case.

    But who actually did create Captain America? This is the book’s first major example of the Rashomon syndrome, in which each party involved has a different story of what happened, and may actually, honestly, remember the events differently. Moreover, in contrast to the Kurosawa film, there was no objective observer to present the truth. No one in 1941 knew how important the matter of who created Captain America would be over sixty years later, and there is no evidence apart from Simon and Kirby’s differing recollections, which may well have been distorted by the passing years.

    On his website, discussing the even more controversial question of who did what in the Stan Lee-Jack Kirby collaborations, Evanier writes that “Messrs. Lee and Kirby both have/had notoriously poor memories. You also have the fact that, when two creative talents get together and come up with an idea, each of them might honestly believe that he suggested at least the core of the concept if not the entire thing. This happens in any collaboration anywhere and, ultimately, you usually have to just say that they both had the idea”.

    Recently I saw another new and important biographical celebration of a major comics artist, the BBC’s documentary In Search of Steve Ditko (2006), presented by Jonathan Ross, a leading British television host and personality. (Ross doing a show about Ditko seems to be the British equivalent of Johnny Carson hosting and producing a show about whoever his favorite cartoonist was.) A knowledgeable comics aficionado, Ross infuses the documentary with his passion for Ditko and American Silver Age comics. The show has an amazing roster of interviewees, including Stan Lee, Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, John Romita Sr., Jerry Robinson, and even Silver Age Marvel secretary Flo Steinberg (who has clearly overcome her past aversion to interviews); the reclusive Ditko does not show up on camera, of course. Wittily and intelligently written, without a trace of condescension towards comics, this program is a model of what documentaries about comics should be like. It’s too bad that the program is not commercially available in the United States. It’s also a shame that art from news, BBC America runs mostly commercial comedies, crime dramas, and reality shows. Why can’t BBC America run In Search of Steve Ditko? Doesn’t anyone at the network think that there might be some popular interest in a show about the co-creator of the title character of the biggest grossing movie of 2006, Spider-Man 3?

    Before watching the show, I had already read reports that in it Stan Lee laid claim to being sole creator of Spider-Man. How, I wondered, could Lee say such a thing? He scripted the first Spider-Man story, but he didn’t draw it; Ditko did. It was suggested to me that Lee, as a Marvel employee, had to say what he did for legal reasons, and that Marvel did not want to give Ditko, a freelancer, legal grounds for claiming to be Spider-Man’s co-creator. On his blog Evanier has observed that “What it says on the Spider-Man movies is, “˜Based on the comic book by Stan Lee and Steve Ditko.’ Unless something has changed – and I don’t think it has – Marvel’s recent position is that Stan Lee created Spider-Man. What they are acknowledging with the credit is that Steve Ditko worked on issues of the comic from which the movie drew material”.

    Watching In Search of Steve Ditko, I thought Stan Lee made a more reasonable case for his position than I had expected–even if I still disagree with it. In the documentary Lee states that Ditko contributed a great deal to Spider-Man, readily acknowledges that Ditko contributed to the plots from the beginning, and says that if Ditko wants to be called Spider-Man’s co-creator, that’s fine with him. Lee reveals that he sent Ditko a letter stating that he “considered him to be the co-creator of Spider-Man,” but says that he heard that Ditko was dissatisfied with this. Hearing that, I first thought Ditko was being unreasonable but perhaps he had a point. Ross then presses Lee to say whether he really believes that Ditko is Spider-Man’s co-creator.

    JONATHAN ROSS: Do you yourself believe that he co-created it?
    STAN LEE: I’m willing to say so.
    ROSS: That’s not what I’m asking you, Stan.
    LEE: No, and that’s the best answer I can give you.
    ROSS: So it’s a “˜no’ then, really?
    LEE: Pardon me?
    ROSS: It’s really “˜no’?
    LEE: I really think the guy who dreams the thing up created it. You dream it up and then you give it to anybody to draw it.

    (See transcript of this exchange here)

    Through all of this, Stan Lee comes across as open and friendly, apparently saying what he indeed believes about the subject, has only praise for Ditko, and makes clear that he was willing to let Ditko be called Spider-Man’s co-creator out of generosity, “because I could see it meant a lot to him.”

    As Evanier’s book shows, there is a question as to whether Stan Lee actually was the first person to propose that Marvel do a spider-themed superhero. But for now I’m going to give Lee the benefit of the doubt. Ditko himself has credited Lee with originating the name “Spider-Man.”

    The question of who created Spider-Man therefore depends, as Bill Clinton would say, on the definition of the word “create.” I know that the issue of who created Marvel’s classic characters inflames tempers, but let’s play devil’s advocate (and no, I’m not accusing anyone of being the devil).

    Lee’s definition of the creator as the person who conceived of the initial idea is a reasonable one, and possibly most people (outside of comics) would agree with him. By this definition, Ditko, in designing the visual appearance of Spider-Man and, quite possibly contributing to the plot and characterization in the first Spider-Man story, was developing and helping to execute an idea initially conceived by Stan Lee.

    This is also relevant to the controversy over who created Batman (see “Comics in Context” #94: “Back to Brigadoon”). It now appears clear that writer Bill Finger came up with most of the core Batman mythos, even making important suggestions about the design and colors of Batman’s costume. But if Bob Kane was the one who had the initial idea of a bat-themed superhero, then by Lee’s definition, he is Batman’s sole creator, and Finger elaborated on Kane’s basic concept.

    But as the comics industry evolved, it became generally accepted that the writer and artist of the original story in which the character first appeared were the character’s creators. This makes sense, too. Comics is a medium that combines words and pictures. The visualization of the character that the original artist devises is therefore equally as important as the writer’s concept for the character.

    Think of collaborations in other media. No one questions that, say, W. S. Gilbert came up with the ideas for the story and characters in comic operettas like H. M. S. Pinafore and The Mikado, wrote the scripts and lyrics, and then handed the completed libretto over to Arthur Sullivan, who then composed the music. But no one would claim that Gilbert is the sole creator of the Gilbert and Sullivan comic operas. Sullivan’s music is judged to be of equal importance to Gilbert’s scripts.

    In fact, in some other collaborative media, it is the writer who often gets insufficient credit. Gilbert gets more attention in the world of opera and musicals than most librettists, since the composers are generally believed to be of more importance. All operagoers know that Puccini write the music for La Boheme, but I suspect the majority of them can’t name the librettist off the top of their heads, and I’ve seen various interviews with lyricist/composer Stephen Sondheim in which he reminds his interviewer that he didn’t write the books of musicals like Company and Follies and gives credit to the men who did.

    And then there’s the world of film, in which directors get far more attention, even from movie critics, than the screenwriters who may have conceived of the idea for the film being reviewed.

    Perhaps one reason why the mainstream media have repeatedly given Stan Lee more credit than Kirby or Ditko for his collaborations with them is that in other media–books, plays, movies, and even operas and musicals–people are used to thinking of a single author, or auteur, a primary creator, for the work. But in comics the tradition has developed of giving writer and artist equal credit.

    It also makes sense to me that in a collaboration between two people, one of the partners will get the initial spark of an idea, but that both partners deserve credit as co-creators for their roles in developing the creative work into the form in which the audience first experiences it.

    Earlier in Ross’s interview with Lee, the latter recounts that Ditko thinks along these lines. Lee recalls that Ditko “had complained to me a number of times when there were articles . . . .which called me the creator of Spider-Man. I had always thought I was, because I am the guy who said, “˜I have an idea for a strip called Spider-Man and so forth.’ Steve had said, having an idea is nothing, because until it becomes a physical thing, it’s just an idea. He said it took him to draw the strip and to give it life, so to speak, and to make it actual, something tangible; otherwise all I had was an idea. So I said to him, “˜Well, I think the person with the idea is the person who creates it,’ and he said, “˜No, because I drew it.’”

    But Lee also developed the initial idea for Spider-Man. We don’t know how much of the plot of the first Spider-Man story in Amazing Fantasy #15 (1962) is Lee’s and how much is Ditko’s. But Lee scripted the dialogue and narration, using them to define the personalities of the characters and the themes of the series. Does anyone doubt that Lee composed the line “With great power there must also come–great responsibility”? If the initial concept is not as important as the way in which it is molded and developed, then both Lee and Ditko deserve credit for creating Spider-Man, for making the “idea” into something “actual.”

    Ross could have gone still farther in questioning Lee about his definition of creating a character. At another point in In Search of Steve Ditko, Paul Gambaccini, one of the early contributors to comics letters columns, talks about a letter that Lee sent him describing a new story about a magician that Lee, in the letter, states is entirely Ditko’s idea. This turned out to be the first Doctor Strange story, from Strange Tales #110 (1963), and Gambaccini notes that Marvel even printed that letter in its Marvel Visionaries: Steve Ditko collection. (Somehow I doubt that there was any high level discussion at Marvel about the implications of printing that letter in the book, and thereby seemingly officially crediting Steve Ditko as the sole creator of Doctor Strange.) So, shouldn’t Ross have asked Lee if he was the co-creator of Doctor Strange? By Lee’s definition of creating a character, the answer would be no.

    But I’d say the answer should be yes, because, even if Ditko entirely plotted that first Doctor Strange story, it was still Lee who created the way in which Doctor Strange speaks, thereby helping to define his personality.

    By his own definition of character creation. Stan Lee is the creator of Spider-Man but not a creator or co-creator of Doctor Strange. But I believe that the people who plotted, scripted and drew a character’s original appearance should all be credited as the character’s co-creators. By that definition, Lee and Ditko were the co-creators of both Spider-Man and Doctor Strange. For that matter, Larry Lieber, who scripted the first Thor story in Journey into Mystery #83 (1962), should be listed alongside Lee and Kirby as co-creators of Marvel’s Thor.

    On his website Evanier concludes that “the Lee-Kirby creations are Lee-Kirby creations”, refusing to credit either man as sole creator. Similarly, in Kirby: King of Comics, Evanier notes with regard to the Simon-Kirby partnership, “To the eternal question of who did what, Jack had a simple answer: “˜We both did everything’” (Evanier, p. 45).

    Therefore, the perspicacious reader of Kirby: King of Comics should conclude that, inasmuch as Simon and Kirby collaborated on the graphic stories that appeared in Captain America Comics#1, they should both be credited as the co-creators of Captain America.

    Evanier includes a two-page sequence from Captain America Comics #3 (1941) with art by Simon and Kirby, featuring a confrontation of Captain America and his sidekick Bucky with their perennial Nazi nemesis, the Red Skull (Evanier pgs. 52-53). The figure drawing is crude compared to Kirby’s later standards; later in the book Evanier offers a page from another Captain America-Red Skull battle in Tales of Suspense #80 (1966) that demonstrates how far Kirby had progressed as an artist in a quarter century (Evanier p. 150). But in the 1941 story, Kirby already conveys a sense of movement, energy and power that is still startling in panels in which the Skull swiftly strikes Bucky over the head with a fallen chair, a low shot of the Captain and Bucky racing through a cavern, and a brilliant explosion that hurls the bodies of the two superheroes in opposite directions.

    Evanier then runs a quotation from the late Harvey Kurtzman, who explains the revolutionary impact of Kirby’s work: “There was such fury and energy in the work that it couldn’t be contained, Kirby was an absolute force.”

    Kurtzman continues, “Before Simon and Kirby, the super hero was, in a sense, realistically oriented. Despite the characters’ superhuman powers, they were not drawn in action in ways that suggested how extraordinary they were. When Simon and Kirby drew Captain America, though, they depicted his super-action through opposing lines that clashed and exploded all over the panels. Alongside of Simon and Kirby’s work, everything else was static, pale, anemic” (Evanier, p. 56).

    In other words, Joe Shuster may have drawn the first superhero, Superman, but it was Simon and Kirby, with Kirby as what Kurtzman terms “the critical element,” who invented the way to draw a superhero to look truly superhuman in action.

    This is an important quotation that illuminates the importance of Kirby’s work. I wish I knew where Evanier got it from. This book needs footnotes, since it will surely be used as a source for future books and academic papers about Jack Kirby. Evanier has plans to do a far longer, far more detailed biography of Kirby for the hard core Kirbyite. Perhaps in that book he’ll provide a list of sources for all the quotations and other information he has gathered about Kirby’s life and career.

    Simon and Kirby came to realize that they were being cheated by Goodman in ways that Evanier aptly compares to “Hollywood accounting”: “”˜Martin was making a fortune and bragging about it,’ Jack recalled. “˜At the same time, he was claiming his best selling book [Captain America Comics] was making only a tiny profit’” (Evanier, p. 58). It also seems apt that Kirby: King of Comics is being printed during the current movie and television writers’ strike. in which Evanier is involved, and which revolves around similar corporate behavior.

    So Simon and Kirby ended up at DC Comics, where they proved prolific indeed, revitalizing the Golden Age Sandman, rebooting Manhunter, and creating The Newsboy Legion and the Guardian (obviously drawing on Kirby’s own Lower East Side boyhood as well as the movie exploits of the Dead End Kids) and Boy Commandos. Though one DC editor, Mort Weisinger, resented Simon and Kirby’s status as “outside suppliers” beyond his control, “Jack would later recall the period as one of his happiest: “˜They tried for a while to control us, but we knew how to do comics. Finally, they let us do whatever we wanted. They were thrilled with everything we did, and the readers were thrilled. Weisinger was the only one not thrilled” (Evanier, p. 60).

    Simon and Kirby’s four Golden Age DC series may not hold up to today’s more sophisticated standards as Eisner’s Spirit does, but they are nonetheless classics of their period, showing vitality and imagination. My first professional comics gig came when DC hired me to read through their library of back issues in the early 1980s and take notes. So believe me when I tell you that most Golden Age DC stories are dismally mediocre and dated, but the Simon and Kirby series are delightful exceptions to that rule.

    For example, take the two page Boy Commandos sequence that Evanier reprints (Evanier, pgs. 64-65), which begins with Simon and Kirby in their studio, working on the next story. Enter three self-important DC executives, who seem to share Weisinger’s attitude towards Simon and Kirby: one of them sneers, “Hymph! Them and their ideas!” The DC execs show Simon and Kirby a newspaper that alleges that the Boy Commandos were killed in action (It’s not true, of course; these are the days before DC and Marvel mowed down characters on a regular basis.), and Kirby breaks down in tears. (And why not? One of the teammates, Brooklyn, “sounded and acted a lot like Kirby,” according to Evanier.) Then the Sandman shows up to help Simon and Kirby out.

    This is an amusing and inventive foray into what nowadays academics would call metafiction and postmodernism: a comics story about writing a comics story, with the creators interacting with their characters long before Grant Morrison met Animal Man or She-Hulk harangued John Byrne. You wouldn’t see something like this in any other comic book series of the time, except Eisner’s Spirit sections, of course. Later in the book, Evanier reproduces the original art from a page of Fantastic Four #10 (1963), in which Doctor Doom visits Stan Lee and Jack Kirby at the Marvel office (Evanier, p. 120). I think it’s fair to deduce that since Kirby had already dabbled in metacomics in Boy Commandos, that this FF sequence may have been his idea.

    By the way, Mark Evanier has informed me that the splash page from Fantastic Four #51 (“This Man, This Monster”) was not reproduced in Kirby: King of Comics from a stat: he located the original artwork, and Abrams shot from that.

    So Kirby regarded this period at DC as “the best time in my life apart from one minor detail,” namely being drafted to serve in World War II (Evanier, p. 62). But what strikes me is how very short this period of creative freedom and fulfillment proved to be. Simon and Kirby started doing work for DC in 1942 and turned out a backlog of material that could be run while they were serving in the military. But when Kirby left the army in 1945, “Things had changed at DC Comics. The Simon-Kirby features were losing steam. . . “ (Evanier, p. 69). Well, then, why couldn’t DC trust Simon and Kirby to come up with new ideas to reenergize their series once they were both back in civilian life, or to devise new series? Hadn’t they proved themselves to be successful and brilliantly inventive comics creators?

    But then there’s this: “Worse, there was little enthusiasm [at DC] for letting anyone, even Joe and Jack, be outside suppliers any longer. The editors there now wanted everything to go through them” (Evanier, p. 69).

    This reminds me of the “writer-editors” at DC and Marvel in the 1970s and early 1980s: creators who had proven themselves to be commercial successes, including Kirby himself, who were given virtually free rein over the comics they did. Writer-editors were considered to be Good Things until the mid-1980s, when suddenly they became Bad Things, and they were stripped of editorial power, which reverted to the hierarchies at the main offices. This may have been a necessary step as the major comics companies expanded and grew more corporate. But certainly the creative freedom of the 1970s and early produced many classic runs of comics that express more personal visions than the corporate “event” comics of the present decade.

    Following World War II not only war comics but also superhero comics started declining in popularity. Perhaps DC pigeonholed Simon and Kirby as capable only of working in those genres; it wouldn’t be the last time that a company was blind to the full range of employees’ talents. So Simon and Kirby went off to work for other, smaller companies, like Harvey and Hillman, and scored another major success by inventing a new comics genre. But I’ll have more to say about that when I continue my commentary on Kirby: King of Comics next week.

    ADVERTISEMENTS FOR MYSELF

    Every January the Beat runs a survey to determine what was the “big story” in comics during the previous year and what will be the “big story” of the new year.

    In my opinion the leading story in comics during this current decade is the major paradigm shift in American cultural attitudes towards the medium. As the Beat recently commented on her blog, it’s no longer surprising that Entertainment Weekly, Salon and Time all ran lists of the top ten graphic novels of 2007. Yet ten years ago, or even five, how many of us would have imagined this would happen?

    So this year, as my contribution to the Beat’s survey, I’ve identified six number of major comics-related news stories, past and future, many of which deal with the growing mainstream acceptance of comics–including Kirby: King of Comics. And you can find what I wrote about them here. But I’ll have more to say about that when I continue my commentary on Kirby: King of Comics when it comes out in March.

    Copyright 2008 Peter Sanderson

  • Trailer Park: Best of 2007 Part 2

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here”¦

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    Did you know there is a Comments section below? Feel free to leave an opinion or two. I have been known to leave a rebuttal so, by all means, let your freak flag fly.

    However, now that we’re deep into 2008 by a good three days there is the matter of wrapping up old 2007 business. I have been thinking over and over again about the trailers I saw this year and wondered what it was that qualified the top 5.
    There are the old stand-by arguments, kind of like the R S T L on Wheel of Fortune, about the showing of too much of the story, the copious use of voiceovers, the use of superlatives that not even your most fear-mongering newscast could employ but I think the list of the remaining 5 trailers of 2007 have certain qualities that really express the best of what it is to be a solid preview:

    5. PARIS JE T’AIME: I can’t remember a more earnest and compelling trailer that made me feel good about paying attention in reading class. There is a certain sense of global community when you can see a movie packed tight with so many different styles, tossing out the requisite “there were more hits than misses” quip when you have to explain this is a movie of short stories, essentially. The trailer, though, is gorgeously composed of all these competing styles and you will find yourself humming along with Feist’s “We’re All In The Dance” if you give into the trailer’s tractor beam. There could have been a train wreck of mish-mash proportions if you tried to explain what the hell this movie was going to be about but it was the trailer’s dependence on selling a macro view on what the film was about that allowed it to create an ambiguous portrait of what it was; it paid off, as well, if you tried to hunt it down like the dodo bird it was while it was playing in small art houses across America. Do yourself a favor and rent the film. Just be ready to read, and be pleased.

    4. HE WAS A QUIET MAN: If you could sum up about what I call the Grey’s Effect (Patent pending) this trailer would exemplify it. The use of smart rhythms and appropriate music can actually bring the overall effectiveness of a trailer to greater heights. Not only have I been playing this trailer over and over again because it hits the right notes, literally, at just the right time but I’ve had Bloc Party and Keane on repeat on my iPod ever since I saw this thing. As well, how bizarre is the premise? Not only are we not really given a super clear idea of what’s happening this trailer deftly straddled surrealism and point blank drama with some of the sharpest edges you could ever lay on someone within 2 and a half minutes. I am especially taken with Christian Slater’s performance and that’s saying something after I’ve had to endure some of his direct-to-DVD arsenal as of late.

    3. THE KING OF KONG: A FISTFUL OF QUARTERS: Can you all give me one “I told you so”? This trailer just unscrewed all the hinges on my door and then kicked it in, karate style. Some people remember odd things about where they were when things happened and I’m not joking when I say that I remember stumbling onto Yahoo!’s trailer site (which blows harder than a hungry crack whore, for what it’s worth) and finding this gem. It had all the elements of a great documentary trailer: a little goofiness, a little heart and a whole lot of showcasing these people and letting their nerdery hang themselves with the rope they were given. These people were so strange but you couldn’t help but stare, the graphics were hilariously on point, the crux of the film was clear and not muddled with anything superfluous and it managed to leave you with the taste that you wanted more. To wit, the trailer leaves you thinking: What happens next? The very fact it can do this shows you how great this preview is.

    2. ONCE: One of the best movies I saw all last year. I would have never, ever seen this film if it hadn’t been for the trailer. I think that when you are able to transcend the relationship of viewer and performance there has to be an explanation of how that was possible. With the trailer for ONCE there is just an immediate kinship that’s formed with this man, this woman, and you just bounce on the lilting vocals of these two people. And that ending! “Who the fuck is she running toward? The dude who was trying to get her, someone else? Who???” I can’t imagine anything worse this year than rushing out to see this movie only to find myself gripped with tension to get to the ending of a film. The music still gets me as the words of brilliance from other critics, a usual red flag to me whenever it’s employed, ring absolutely true each and every time I see this trailer. The movie is brilliant and, honestly, if you don’t think it is then…I really don’t respect your opinion; you’re wrong.

    1. IRON MAN: Is there no one out there who would deny that this trailer is everything that we weren’t given this year by any other of its variety? What made this trailer so special and why it made the number one slot isn’t for its musical miscues with the Filter and Black Sabbath remixes but it’s the visuals and the unmistakable idea that Robert Downey Jr. is indeed Tony Stark in all his glib glory as he initially brushes off a reporter and then deadpans his way through a military presentation that just oozed geek delight. Beyond the small touches it was really the creation of a trailer that expressed everything a summer movie trailer (the reason why trailers are excellent when they’re allowed to do it) should be: loud, fantastical and barely giving a hint about where the movie’s going. It eschews Voiceover Guy, doesn’t deal with cards in between the scenes, allows the movie to just be seen and experienced and, best of all, gives you a peek of what the modern day Iron Man is going to look like as it’s in the air. I know it doesn’t seem like much but everything about the trailer builds up to the payoff that it rightfully deserves. If the last few moments don’t make you want to see the film then I’m not sure what you like in trailers; at the end of the day these previews are looking to get you spend your money. We all want to buy but we hate to be sold. This trailer does both effortlessly without any of the animosity.

    THE DARK KNIGHT (2008)

    Director: Christopher Nolan
    Cast: Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Aaron Eckhart, Gary Oldman
    Release: July 18, 2008
    Synopsis: Christian Bale once again embodies the man behind the mask in “The Dark Knight.” The film reunites Bale with director Christopher Nolan and takes Batman across the world in his quest to fight a growing criminal threat. With the help of Lieutenant Jim Gordon (Gary Oldman) and District Attorney Harvey Dent (Aaron Eckhart), Batman has been making headway against local crime…until a rising criminal mastermind known as The Joker (Heath Ledger) unleashes a fresh reign of chaos across Gotham City. To stop this devious new menace–Batman’s most personal and vicious enemy yet–he will have to use every high-tech weapon in his arsenal and confront everything he believes.

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    Prognosis: Positive. Yes, I think we all can agree it doesn’t need my gushing to label this an amazing feat of trailer construction but let’s try to analyze why it works so well and why, dare I say, this is going to be the best trailer you’ll see in 2008.

    I will dare to say that and I’ll dare even more to put out there that this is best argument, watershed and precedent as to why Voiceover Guy should be put on the street with the rest of the other cheap tricks and gimmicks to get you to see a film or spend your money. The reason why, you see, is because this trailer pulls in close and doesn’t let you look away for any reason at all; not a lame voiceover, not some hackneyed one-liner in-between the scenes and certainly there isn’t any inclusion of material that would make this trailer all things to all people. This is for geeks and it goes the distance with embracing what it felt was the right direction, eschewing mediocrity.

    It’s the opening, really, that hooks you like one of those flashy lures you see on the Outdoor Channel that catches all kinds of fishes who happen by it. It’s subtle with the camera shot that is riding on the lower back end of that low-rider motorcycle, his cape flapping behind him. It’s the pensive, minimalist moment as Bale contemplates something (Why I was right about his need to inhale deeply among his bats, thus causing acute histoplasmosis, why downtown Chicago needs to be in more movies like this one and why Katie Holmes was such an obviously bad choice for a romantic lead”¦) that’s really engaging in a different way, While Routh had the Superman-itis which caused him to neither be able to act or show any definitive emotion Bale is able to loudly convey a sense of exhaustion. The drop down into a parked car, fluorescent light making it look deliciously real, and the standing with his bat-binoculars is stark, to say nothing of the Chicago landmarks you can see from that angle from the Chase building to the very slanted structure that Elizabeth Shue’s young ward dangled outside of in ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING. It makes me homesick.

    Beyond that, though, the Joker’s monologue that ends with seeing Heath, head askew and quite small compared to the composed shot behind him, and a building going up in flames with explosions was just the kind of thing that took this from an 8 to an 11.

    The tick-tick-tick score behind the action on the screen, men with guns at the ready, the anticipation that this is a major deal, and the breakdown of the villainy that this psychopath is capable of is handled too good for words. Nolan creates less of the comic book environment that made Burton’s BATMAN so good, Nolan steps beyond that by making this SILENCE OF THE LAMBS meets Vertigo and it is all there to see.

    Then we get the smeared face of Ledger’s Joker and it should quash any misgivings many of you had, myself included, that it was a bad idea. This is a very good idea.

    We get more of the batcycle, a little Bale being bombastic, but we also get more of that introspection that we saw earlier where Wayne seems divided about what to do. Michael Caine provides the perfect parry to Bale’s morose defeatism and we’re given the new and improved batcave which seems like it took a page from Dwell modern living and made sure it was nothing but clean lines and bright light; it’s gorgeous.

    Moving on to more of the confusing, but perfectly placed cut scenes, we’re given a police processional that is broken up for some chaotic reason, we’re introduced to Maggie the new love interest or Vicki Vale hit-it-and-quit-it, and an extended moment with the Joker’s mannerisms and patois. The fisticuffs between the psycho and the bat suited one is a welcome diversion as we’re led to more cut scenes of destruction.

    The clap of the Joker’s hands, Bale flashing the smile that no doubt gets all the ladies to shed unwanted pounds, the semi that does a one-over on itself before thunderously crashing down and the eventual showdown between the Joker and Batman on the streets of Chicago (Schaumburg, Palatine, Barrington, Northwest Suburbs representin’, yo) seemingly feels close to Burtons denouement but this is so much better with the way that the reality of the moment seems so much more dire.

    What’s ultimately wonderful about this trailer is that it not only whets the appetite for more of Ledger, more action, more moments to dissect this is an example, or should be anyway, why classic textbook cases of people being coy or secretive about the work (STAR TREK and CLOVERFIELD are but two obvious examples) aren’t being creative by holding back, they’re only frustrating those who could start buzzing about the film months before its release. Case in point: I’ve shown this trailer and/or passed the link on to handfuls of people just because I had to share my excitement with someone. You want viral marketing, you want to create fake websites, you want people to become involved in your brand, and make no mistake these are corporate brands, you have to give them more than just thrills, you need to excite people and this is the perfect way to do it and not once did I mention the absence of Anthony Michael Hall or Harvey Dent. Completely irrelevant.

  • 10 Quick Questions: David Paetkau

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    by Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here…

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    Zachary Levi of “Chuck.” Missy Peregrym of “Heroes” and “Reaper.”

    It’s always a delight to interview an actor or actress “on the verge,” as it were, and get an opinion on their career and work while they’re still in that stage of being unguarded and still possess a good sense of humor about their place in the food chain of entertainment.

    When I was asked whether I’d want to interview David Paetkau for ALIENS VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM (Opening today, Christmas Day) there wasn’t a moment of hesitation. Apart from thinking I was going to interview a Hawaiian (I mean, come on, look at the name. I should have tossed in a question about Poi…now I’m depressed I didn’t.) I believe that this is exactly the kind of person I really enjoy talking to for a variety of reasons; one of the biggest ones, though, is that for those of you who have ever had the kind of career where you’ve had some success and are making your way up the ladder it is that drive, that hunger to go farther from where you are today, to be better than the other guy, is what’s most interesting. Once you make it, it’s all about reflection and experience and who here hasn’t read an interview with some A-lister that seems less to be about the work and more about how great it is to work with X or how funny X is off the set?

    Doesn’t interest me.

    What I immediately saw in the prospect of interviewing David by e-mail is that I could not only give the man a little time to think about the answers but that I could stretch the bounds of what I would have normally asked him had we been able to have a proper sit-down conversation. What you see below is the accumulation of less than a days’ worth of familiarizing myself with his work and me thinking of a few things that I might have never asked if I was sitting right in front of him for fear of the response.

    I don’t usually do e-mail interviews but as I read his answers I have to believe that this could be my favorite means of getting to know someone. David was a champ for handling my questions with aplomb and I have to be honest by saying when and if I see ALIENS VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM I’ll be seeing it just to find out if he’s one of those who gets eviscerated.

    Much thanks and praise must be given to David for playing along…

    1. I researched and found that you were recently nominated for the Canadian equivalent of an Emmy for your work on “Whistler.” Now, I recently heard about some football, the pigskin type and not the footsie femme ball that is somehow loved everywhere else but in America, players who love all the records they break but somehow feel hollow if they have no ring or championship to show for it. What is your take on your profession, that people love to have awards shows and talk about who might win what and the studios that push hard for some films to “win big” or the pundits that somehow feel like an award is validation of someone’s goodness? Or, to put it another way, do you enjoy the thrill of possibly winning something to put on the mantle?

    DAVID PAETKAU: Sure I do, but it certainly wouldn’t be for career ‘validation’. I think it would be a rush and a helluva party, that’s why I’d be happy just to get nominated as the saying goes. If acting were a team sport where there was a set goal at the beginning of the season, that goal being the sole purpose of the team, like the stanley cup in hockey then yeah I could see how one might feel hollow if they have no ring or championship to show for it. Luckily acting in itself is not a team sport and the reward I enjoy most is making a living doing something I love (most of the time anyways).

    2. Aside from the really sweet chance to be up and close with some of the most recognizable movie creatures ever created, and the sweet payday, were there any reservations about getting involved with the ALIENS VS. PREDATOR sequel to a movie that originally did OK and that some fans thought lacked the kind of bite they were hoping to get?

    DAVID PAETKAU: Yeah, there were some definite reservations because they wouldn’t let us read the script. it was ‘locked’ and ‘secret’ … so i had no idea what i was getting into! I still decided to jump onboard, because I figured it’s better to regret something you did do then something you didn’t do. It also helped that Aliens is one of my favorite movies.

    3. How difficult is it to sustain genuine fear for multiple takes on a film of this scale? Does your character get killed off early after someone tells you to “Walk down that way real far and keep alert”?

    DAVID PAETKAU: It can be difficult to sustain genuine fear. Especially on a long night shoot when it’s pissing rain, you’re soaking wet, you’re cold and you’ve got a million things to think about just to get hit your mark correctly and not mess up the shot. When my character does die it’s not as a result of taking bad advice. Dale’s just trying to get the hell outta dodge, which is quite a sensible plan if you ask me.

    4. Canada is best known for its hockey and back bacon. You’ve made a successful name for yourself up north but what’s been the difference between the work you’ve done in Canada versus the work you do here in the U.S. of A?

    DAVID PAETKAU: Is there a difference?

    Now that the dollars are on par, not much, especially when you shoot in the states outside of L.A., but there is a big difference when you work in Hollywood, in that it’s fricken’ HOLLYWOOD! Nothing beat the first day I drove to work at a Hollywood studio. It was a dream come true.

    By the way, Canadians call back bacon, ham. : )

    5. On your IMDB page there are a few people who make mention of your “hawtness” or that you’re “gorgeous.” Does seeing this kind of superficial attention validate your decision to make a living by being in front of the camera and, if so, how great is it to be you on Saturday night at a club?

    DAVID PAETKAU: I’d be a fool not to be a little flattered. Hasn’t helped me at the clubs though.

    6. Talk to me, because I think we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well here, what did you take away from the experience of working on ALIEN VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM?

    DAVID PAETKAU: A year’s worth of anticipation… (and a couple of props, but don’t tell anyone)

    7. If you’re a fellow geek then you’ll know where this question is coming from but what was the mood on set as the Strause brothers navigated their way through the takes on this film? Were the Predators and/or Aliens allowed to improvise song and dance routines or did some chug their Starbucks through a straw or did any of them put their arms out saying, “Look at me! I’m a scary alien!”? I’m just saying, sometimes there are directors who take this thing seriously and there are some who have fun with the process of a flick like this.

    DAVID PAETKAU: There were some funny moments, and maybe they’ll be a few outtakes in the dvd, but like I said before, we worked mostly nights, cold, impossibly wet nights and if you’re going to slow production with a joke at 4:30 in the morning, it’d better be damn funny, because otherwise you’d have to face the wrath of a soggy crew. I did have a rather surreal moment though when I first saw the seven foot tall Predator. It was at the craft service table and the poor guy was looking for sugar for his coffee, so you were right on with that; Predators drink coffee with a straw, long straws mind you. I, of course, held the sugar at arm’s length and demanded he do a dance number for it. I believe he did an Irish jig.

    7. Have you ever, and it’s OK to be honest because it’s just you and I talking, bought a copy of your work on DVD to give either a mate or family member? Buying your run on LAX or a copy of FINAL DESTINATION 2 would be something, I think, you should be doing for your loved ones to prove you’re not slacking but I am always curious to know if there’s any thrill to having your work on sale for the world to see.

    DAVID PAETKAU: Nope, but I guess it is kind of nice to know that I could. Those movies are out there forever whether you like it or not.

    8. On ALIENS VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM were you subject to working with green screens, tennis balls or having to react to things that weren’t there and, even if you didn’t, did you at least get a glimpse into how modern day special effects are being done on blockbusters this size?

    DAVID PAETKAU: No tennis balls, but I did have to pretend that cold slimy goop was alien blood melting my face off. The toughest thing was the man in suit aspect. A guy dressed in an alien costume with rubber claws isn’t intimidating up close. The cool thing about the Stause brothers was that they edited each scene as we filmed it. They’d have the sequence cut together on the spot, send it to the second unit with notes on exactly what other shots they needed. It was amazingly efficient. It was way beyond just playback.

    9. ALIEN VS. PREDATOR: REQUIEM is being opened on Christmas. A little odd, nes’t pas, for a movie like this to be associated with the holiday season but I’d like to know what your thoughts are on release dates with regard to the hubbub about how important they are to some studios’ decisions to release or not release films on certain dates. Obviously, something is afoot in the decision to do this but, in your opinion, does it really matter when a film’s released if it’s good enough?

    DAVID PAETKAU: I guess the theory on a Christmas release is that it’s good counter programming to all those damn oscar movies. I’m a little nervous about the release date because i think it’s incredibly important to a film’s success no matter how good it is. Look at the Assassination of Jesse James, a great movie which had a terrible release date (amongst other things) and it flopped miserably. I think they should have released AVP-R it in October before Halloween, but hey, i’m not a studio executive… yet.

    10. How do you see your progression as an actor? Is everything a stepping stone to something else you want to accomplish or are you comfortable with how projects come your way or is there something else you hope happens as you take steps forward in your career?

    DAVID PAETKAU: Acting is merely a stepping stone to bigger and better things; writing, directing, running a studio, going into politics, and then ruling the world.

  • Comics in Context #207: Royal Retrospective

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    cic2007-12-21.jpgFor this last installment of “Comics in Context” before Christmas, I was considering a good number of possible topics. There is the wonderful new Disney film Enchanted, which combines live action, computer animation, and good old traditional hand-drawn animation. There’s the new DVD set Walt Disney Treasures: The Adventures of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, collecting the cartoons featuring Disney’s cartoon star before the creation of Mickey Mouse. There’s Fantagraphics’ new second volume of their Popeye reprint series, featuring the debut of my favorite E. C. Segar character, J. Wellington Wimpy, and IDW’s first volume of Milton Caniff’s Terry and the Pirates. And now that the Broadway stagehands’ strike is over, I could go see the stage version of Disney’s The Little Mermaid.

    I promise you that I will get to all of these subjects early next year. But last week, I unexpectedly received a review copy of a book whose publication will be one of the landmark events of 2008 in the world of comics. This is Mark Evanier’s long-awaited Kirby: King of Comics, a beautifully produced art book devoted to the career of the late Jack Kirby, co-creator of the Fantastic Four, X-Men, Captain America, and so many more, that also serves as his biography, which Harry N. Abrams, Inc. will publish in February, 2008. For me, Christmas came early this year.

    The visual excitement begins even before you get to the book’s title page, with several pages of art showing Kirby’s work at its peak, that serve as the equivalent of an overture to a longer piece of music. The initial page, showing a determined, powerful Captain America, his fist clenched, hurtling towards the reader, from Captain America #112 (April 1969), carries the balloon, “And so, a legend lived again!!”, which is equally applicable to this book about Kirby. Across from the title page is one of Kirby’s astounding collages, this one showing Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four entering the otherdimensional Negative Zone in Fantastic Four #51 (June 1966). (Evanier reveals later in the book that Kirby originally intended to portray Negative Zone sequences entirely through collage, but this proved to be impractical; see Evanier p. 171). Reed marvels that “I’ve done it!! I’m drifting into a world of limitless dimensions!!” and this seems an apt description of the incredible worlds of fantasy that Kirby envisioned and captured in his art. And at the bottom of the title page is a small picture of the Thing, whose personality, as the book later tells is, Kirby based upon his own. The text hasn’t even begun, and yet the reader can already see how much careful thought went into putting together this book.

    It was wise for numerous reasons to select Neil Gaiman to write the introduction. As regular readers of this column know, Gaiman wrote the recent revival of Kirby’s Eternals (see “Comics in Context” #194, 195, 196, 197, 198, 199), such demonstrated both his admiration and his genuine understanding of Kirby’s work (as opposed to those who claim to be Kirby admirers and then proceed to twist his characters out of shape). Moreover, Gaiman, with his high standing among readers of graphic novels, can attract the attention of those among them who may know little about the superhero genre in which Kirby spent most of his career, or even disdain it, and alert them through this introduction that Kirby deserves their attention.

    Gaiman starts his introduction by protesting that “a thousand other people” would be more qualified to write the introduction, since he never met Kirby, and recounts how he once could have spoken to him in a hotel lobby, but had to catch a plane, and never got another chance to meet him (p. 11). Yet this too makes Gaiman a good choice to write the introduction. Evanier knew Kirby better than nearly anyone; Gaiman represents everyone–comics professionals and fans–who only knows Kirby through his work. Since Kirby passed away in 1994, there is already an enormous audience of fans of Kirby’s work who will never have the opportunity to see or meet him at a convention, especially when one considers the higher profile that comics have been receiving in mainstream culture in the early 21st century and the extraordinary commercial success of recent films based on Kirby co-creations, notably the X-Men and Fantastic Four movies. Though Gaiman is a Boomer who grew up reading Kirby’s Silver Age comics, anyone who has discovered and come to admire Kirby’s work over the last dozen years or so can identify with the feelings he expresses in this introduction.

    “It was grand and huge and magnificent,” Gaiman enthuses about Kirby’s imagination (p. 12). You can sense the excitement that Kirby’s work inspires in Gaiman from the way that these adjectives burst forth in rapid succession. Gaiman’s comparison of the visceral power of Kirby’s art to rock music is well taken. As a student of Gaiman’s oeuvre, I was pleased by his unexpected revelation that Kirby’s Thor series is “where my own obsession with myth probably began” (p. 11). Gaiman also notes his fondness for the 1974 Joe Simon-Jack Kirby version of DC’s Sandman, and its “influence on the rest of my life” (p. 12). And, yes, the main illustration for Gaiman’s introduction is a handsome 1981 Kirby drawing of the 1940s version of the Sandman. Its not the 1974 Sandman, who was the ruler of a dreamworld and thus had a clearer influence on Gaiman’s own Sandman series: you can find the cover of 1974’s Sandman #1 on page 184. But the “˜40s Simon-Kirby Sandman had a dream motif, as well, so his presence on the page is appropriate.

    Within a relatively short piece Gaiman manages to sound themes that will resurface in the rest of the book, such as the lack of appreciation Kirby’s creativity received from some of his publishers. Notably, Gaiman directs the reader’s attention to the “small, human moments” in Kirby’s work, that contrasted with the epic scale of his fantasy, particularly “Moments of people being good to one another, helping or reaching out to others” (p. 13). Now take a moment to try to think of any similar moments in new superhero comics from 2007. I drew a blank, too. Many artists attempt to copy the visual flash of Kirby’s work, but how many contemporary comics pros match the emotional substance?

    The best part of Gaiman’s introduction comes in a postscript at the end, in which he wishes there were a museum of Kirby art and that Evanier would be there to give you a guided tour. (There is the Jack Kirby Museum & Research Center, mentioned in Evanier’s acknowledgments page, but so far it exists only online here). Gaiman notes that a physical Kirby museum does not exist “yet” but that Evanier’s book will serve as a substitute till then (p. 13).

    When I interviewed Evanier about Kirby: King of Comics for Publishers Weekly‘s online newsletter Comics Week, he also compared the book to a museum exhibition of Kirby’s art. I like to think of Kirby: King of Comics as the coffee table book published to accompany a museum retrospective of Kirby’s work that exists only on the printed page. Every phase of Kirby’s artistic career, starting with childhood sketches, is visually represented. Drawings of his world-famous characters are here, but so are relatively obscure creations like Stuntman and the Western hero Bullseye. Whereas other writers might have given short shrift to the period between the Golden and Silver Ages of superheroes, Evanier demonstrates how creatively productive a period the 1950s was for Kirby. Many of the celebrated iconic images that one would expect are here, like a cover reproduction of the cover of Fantastic Four #1 (November 1961) (p. 115) and, amazingly, the original artwork for the monumental splash page to “This Man, This Monster” in Fantastic Four #51 (June 1966) (p. 146), with the quietly distraught Thing, standing with sculptural stillness amidst a driving rain that serves as a metaphor for his inner grief. But so are other familiar pages from comics of the 60s and 70s, reproduced from Kirby’s original penciled artwork, as well as art from every decade of his career that even a longtime aficionado like myself finds new and surprising. Unlike the authors of other Abrams coffee table books on art, Evanier does not delve much into critical analysis. But as the reader moves through Kirby: King of Comics, he can see for himself how Kirby’s art evolved over time from brilliant promise to unquestionable mastery of his artform.

    Catalogues for museum retrospectives are also usually written in academic prose, but not this one. A writer for television, film, comics and more, including his popular blog (http://www.newsfromme.com/), Evanier is a well practiced, witty and skillful storyteller, an artist of anecdotes. In Kirby: King of Comics Evanier quickly sets an informal, entertaining tone, establishing a personal bond with the reader. Gaiman is right: reading this book is very much like having Evanier escort you through a Kirby show, spinning the tale of the great cartoonist’s life.

    Indeed, Evanier sets the tone as early as his masterful preface, which starts out recounting an anecdote about the days back in 1939 when the twenty-one-year-old Jack Kirby saved away in the comics sweatshop of publisher Victor Fox. Then, suddenly, it’s as if Evanier had caught the reader in a judo hold and flipped him over, because the tale of the tyrannical Mr. Fox unexpectedly transforms into an explanation for the title of Evanier’s book and of why Jack Kirby, however much he deserved it, could never take his nickname as comics’ “King” entirely seriously.

    But there’s lot more to this preface. On his blog and elsewhere, Evanier has made clear his disagreements with David Michaelis’s biography of Charles M. Schulz, Schulz and Peanuts (see “Comics in Context” #204: “Was It a Dark and Stormy Life?” and I recommend that you read Schulz’s widow Jeannie’s recent criticism of the book). Nonetheless, in Kirby’s case Evanier seems to agree with one of Michaelis’s basic premises, that the artist’s body of work expresses his personality. At his book’s close, Evanier writes that “The stories of intergalactic visitations–of subterranean civilizations and small g gods striding across terra firma–they were all autobiographical, in emotion if not in deed” (p. 218). In contrast with Michaelis, Evanier does not delve deeply into his subject’s psychology. Yet, far more effectively than Michaelis does with Schulz, Evanier vividly portrays Kirby’s personality on the printed page.

    Thus, for example, the preface depicts Kirby as a “truly modest man,” “embarrassed” at first by being hailed as “king of comics” by his admirers. In the description of Kirby’s time working for Fox, Evanier shows how Kirby and his fellow artists would find relief from the pressure their dictatorial boss exerted by doing impressions of him in his absence. I’ve been in a situation like that and known people who reacted similarly. This little story gives us an insight into the kind of guy that the young Jack Kirby was, like someone we might have known in our twenties, someone who would have been fun to be around, and, significantly, someone who had the resilience not only to endure a bad situation, but to rise above it through humor. And yet the immensely talented Kirby didn’t turn his resentment of his oppressors into arrogance, but remained “truly modest.”

    The preface even provides sharp cameo appearances by its supporting cast. This is the first time I’ve read something about Bill Everett, who went created the Sub-Mariner that same year of 1939, that allowed me to feel why people liked him. And the preface is Evanier’s first step in his book’s generally sympathetic portrait of Stan Lee as a man who genuinely recognized and valued Kirby’s talents–an attitude that was less common from the 1940s into the 1970s than you might have imagined–and yet repeatedly seemed unable to read Kirby’s feelings, thereby exacerbating the rift that grew between them.

    Moreover, in the preface Evanier introduces one of the major themes that runs throughout his book. Having grown up in New York tenements during the Great Depression of the 1930s, Kirby knew what poverty was like, and was determined not to let his wife and children fall into it. “He wants to do great stories and express himself and share his incredible imagination with the world, and all that is fine,” writes Evanier. “But being a good provider is still Job One for him and always will be” (p. 17).

    Yet standing in the way of Goal Number One for most of Kirby’s career are the likes of Victor Fox, who, Evanier scathingly writes, felt “that since he’s paying [his artists], he’s going to experience the joy of treating them like dirt every day” (p. 15). Evanier’s book shows that for nearly his entire career in comics, Kirby was continually contending against clueless executives and close-minded editors who failed to show him or his work the respect they deserved. In the 1970s even much of the comics readership seemed to desert him. As the book recounts, for much of his life Kirby was struggling simply to support himself and his family. By the mid-1970s Kirby was no longer able to find work in comics. It’s like reading that Vincent Van Gogh only sold one of his paintings during his lifetime. How could this be? From the vantage point of 2007, when Kirby is widely recognized as one of the foremost artists in the history of American comics, this blindness to his greatness seems astounding. How could so many people not see what was right in front of their eyes?

    There was something else that was astounding at the start of the first chapter: as artist and writer, Kirby was wholly self-taught. “As he later explained,” Evanier writes, “The pulps were my writing school. Movies and newspaper strips were my drawing school. I learned from everything’” (p. 19). Over and over I’ve seen the admonition that comic book artists shouldn’t just look at comics in learning how to draw, but I suppose that one difference was the illustrative style of comics like Hal Foster’s Prince Valiant and Alex Raymond’s Flash Gordon in that time. Certainly it’s significant that Kirby said that he learned to draw from the movies: this certainly helps explain his emphasis on action and movement.

    On page 20 are nine sketches of famous people of the 1930s that Kirby drew as a boy, ranging from Stalin to Katharine Hepburn. The sketches vary in quality, some are better likenesses than others, and in some one can see Kirby experimenting with caricature. All. the sketches are striking, but they are juvenilia, nevertheless. But on the opposite page is another boyhood drawing, portraying Andy Clyde, a now forgotten comic actor who adopted the persona of an old man. (I know who Clyde is because I dimly remember seeing his Columbia theatrical shorts on TV in my childhood.) This drawing captures Clyde’s screen likeness (complete with old man makeup) realistically, while creating appealingly semi-abstract patterning in much of the linework, and, best of all, conveying through subtle means the personality of a serious, contemplative man behind the comedic facade. This is really good! Later in the book Evanier shows us sensitive, naturalistic portraits that Kirby did of himself (p. 66) and his wife Roz (p. 67) during his military service in World War II: they show a different stylistic path that Kirby could well have pursued, had he not chosen instead to do comics in which there was less time or room for detailed portraiture.

    I never expected Andy Clyde, whom I hadn’t thought about in years, to turn up in a book about Jack Kirby. So, too, it is surprising to discover from Evanier’s book that, from boyhood on, Kirby was friends with Leon Klinghoffer, who was infamously murdered by terrorists in 1985. I already knew of Klinghoffer because of something that Evanier does not mention: he posthumously became the title character of an opera: John Adams’ The Death of Klinghoffer. How strange that two boyhood friends who worked together on a club newsletter ended up as the famous subjects of very different biographical works.

    Next Evanier runs “Street Code,” a brief story that Kirby wrote and drew late in his career, in 1983, for the short-lived revival of the pulp magazine Argosy. The story is placed here since it deals with life on Manhattan’s Lower East Side during the period of Kirby’s boyhood. In introducing it, Evanier observes that Kirby ordinarily “wrote and drew what others wanted” and had to confine “moments of autobiography” to the subtext” (p. 23). “Street Code” is another marker showing an alternate path that Kirby could have taken, perhaps, had he lived long enough, and not suffered physical problems that handicapped his drawing skills, in order to attempt the kind of autobiographical graphic novels that his former boss, Will Eisner, pioneered in the final decades of the last century. Another benefit of placing “Street Code early in the book is that, amidst the many examples of Kirby’s early, immature work, when he was still developing his craft, “Street Code” allows the reader to see Kirby work at his peak, both as artist and as writer. This is where the crude early work, as Kirby learns in the job, is heading, so the reader should study the early work to find glimpses of the greatness that is to come.

    The boy protagonist of “Street Code” is never named, but we first see him, pulling on a sweater, reflected in a mirror: it’s a clever signal to the reader that this story is autobiographical, fictionalized though it may or may not be.

    I was likewise impressed with the large panel atop the following page, depicting the boy and his mother in their tenement apartment. Kirby shows us the cramped quarters of this impoverished pair, with food cooking atop the same stove used for heating the room, which also holds not only the dinner table but also a bathtub in which the mother, in the foreground, is washing the laundry. Simultaneously Kirby conveys a sense of confinenent and a paradoxical sense of space, filled with detail: this is the private world of these two characters.

    Later in the book Evanier will describe Kirby’s scripting of his series from the 1970s onward as being done “in a florid, theatrical voice that did to linguistics what his art had always done to the rules of anatomy and physics” (p. 165). Actually, Stan Lee continually used heightened, operatic language in his scripts; the difference is that he was far better at it than Kirby was. Even so, as I mentioned in my recent columns about The Eternals, Kirby’s scripting is better than he is given credit for. But, apart from his weird mannerism of unnecessarily putting words into quotation marks, “Street Code” shows Kirby’s writing at its best: simple and emotionally evocative.

    The first person narration, presumably delivered by the protagonist as an adult, looking back on his boyhood, describes how his mother’s “odd, lingering glance,” which he can nevertheless feel “warm my back” as he leaves the apartment (p. 25). And Kirby shows that glance on her face, too, understated and perhaps weary, but prompted by his description, one can see it is loving, as well. One is so used to Kirby’s prowess in devising spectacular effects that his skill in subtle facial expressions and body language can come as a surprise. But not, perhaps, to Neil Gaiman: this is an example of one of the “moments of tenderness” he mentioned in his introduction.

    At the bottom of the stairs the protagonist encounters two bullies, one of whom calls him a “cockroach” (p. 26). I was reminded of Forager in Kirby’s The New Gods, who belonged to a humanoid race that the gods of New Genesis once disparagingly referred to as “bugs.” Later in “Street Code,” when a “block fight” begins, one of the combatants addresses the other side as “y’lice” (p. 30).

    A fight ensues between the protagonist and the bullies, that Kirby resents with the same palpable energy and violence as any of his superhero battles. I suspect that through the many fight scenes he drew in superhero comics, Kirby may well have been drawing upon and channeling the rage he would have felt in situations like this in his actual boyhood, and perhaps his anger at the bullies and oppressors he encountered in his adult career, as well.

    Over the following two pages, 28 and 29, is an incredible double-page spread depicting the world just outside the protagonist’s tenement: cars race past a wagon slowly being drawn forward by two trudging horses, kids play catch anid the puddles in the street, while along the sidewalk, packed with pedestrians, customers peruse the goods at fruit stands, and a formidable-looking policeman angrily raises his nightstick, apparently shouting at the unseen malefactor responsible for a hurtling bag from above, its contents about to rain down upon the head of an unsuspecting man, seated on the sidewalk, reading his newspaper, while the tenement buildings loom towards the sky, linked by clotheslines that span the length of the street. This panorama of a Lower East Side street, suffused with activity, has just as much epic quality as any of Kirby’s science fiction vistas.

    On the following page the protagonist’s battle against the bullies segues into a “block fight.” “Invasion from the adjoining street!” proclaims the narrator, as if he were describing a war between nations. “The face of the enemy was different! His speech was different! His roots were different! All we shared was American birth and clothes–and a fiery hate imported from the “˜old’ country!” (p. 30). Those lines would not seem out of place in X-Men, the superhero series that Kirby co-created that famously centers on the theme of racism. In his book Disguised as Clark Kent (see “Comics in Context” #200, 201, 202, 203), Danny Fingeroth shows how the immigrant experience and the accompanying sense of being an outsider influenced the work of Kirby and other early superhero comics creators. Here is yet another example.

    Then comes time for the protagonist and his alliues to perform their combat ritual of rubbing the “misshapen spine” of a boy naned Georgie for good luck. Georgie does not appear to mind, but the ritual troubles the protagonist for reasons he has difficulty defining: “Something inside me was spilling. . . something the Street Code couldn’t touch. . . something only God and my parents knew about. . . “ (p. 33). Was it that the rubbing hurt Georgie, as it certainly does when the protagonist, overcompensating for his sense of guilt, does it? Does the protagonist realize that he and his allies are treating Georgie as some kind of freak? Or does the protagonist sense that Georgie’s deformity–“the terrible thing that nature had done to Georgie’s back”–was a sign of something immense: the universe’s capacity for cruelty? Georgie is actually far from lucky in life.

    “Street Code” concludes with the narrator linking his own participation in gang violence to Georgie’s lot in life, as the narrator’s younger self stares directly out of the panel as if looking straight at the readers, confronting us with his epiphany: “I was hurting,” the narrator tells us, “hurting for Georgie and me–and the lousy things we had to do for the Street Code. . .” (p. 33). (Why, look: another reference to lice.) It is as if he feels that by participating in gang violence, he collaborates in the cruelty in the world that Georgie’s misshapen back symbolizes. Through this reminiscence about life on the Lower East Side nearly a lifetime before, Kirby succeeds in finding cosmic significance.

    Next come two bits of information in the book to be filed under the heading, “If Only They Had Known.”

    Kirby claimed that he enrolled in the Pratt Institute, a New York art school, but had to quit after only one day; Evanier casts doubt on the story (p. 34). Longtime readers may recall that last year the Pratt Institute held an exhibition of the work of nine contemporary alternative comics artists (see “Comics in Context” #122, which I originally titled “Gallery of Gloom”). I wonder if any comics aficionado at Pratt has any idea that Jack Kirby may have just barely qualified as one of their alumni.

    Atop page 35 is a delightful surprise: a drawing of Popeye, that forebear of the superheroes, that Kirby did when he tried out to be an assistant animator at the Max Fleischer Studio. Evanier writes that the first Popeye cartoon on which Kirby worked in that capacity was “A Clean-Shaven Man” (1936) (You can see it here). That’s the cartoon for which Quick Stop contributor Paul Dini did the commentary track in Warner Home Video’s recent Popeye Vol. 1 DVD set (see “Comics in Context” #190: “Pop Eye-Con”). If only Paul had known about Kirby’s involvement, he could have mentioned it!

    I also quite like the 1939 editorial cartoon that Kirby did for the Lincoln Features Syndicate, demonstrating his opposition to Hitler years before America entered World War II (something else that Danny Fingeroth will find interesting): it shows British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain, now infamous for his policy of appeasement, petting a large serpent with the head of Hitler who has just swallowed the nation of Czechoslovakia whole (p. 37).

    It seems that when he was at Lincoln, Kirby believed that if he did right by the syndicate, doing the best work he then could, the syndicate would do right by him. Evanier comments, “It was his spin on the American Dream. You make your boss rich and he’ll take care of you. All Jack’s life he believed in that, no matter how many times the bosses got rich and he didn’t” (p. 37).

    I can understand why Kirby thought that. It would seem to be a basic rule of human interaction that if you show loyalty to someone, he or she will show loyalty to you. Treat people fairly and they will treat you fairly. Isn’t that the Golden Rule: do under others as you would have them do unto you?

    But Kirby’s idealism continually clashed with the real world of incompetence, insensitivity, and greed. Evanier observes that “Either he’d work for men who didn’t know how to exploit what he gave them”–which seems to have been the case at Lincoln– “or for men who did and wouldn’t share” (p. 38).

    Treading his biography of Jack Kirby, I keep thinking if Mark Evanier’s continuing reports at his blog on the Writers Guild of America’s current strike against movie and television studios and producers. The latter side, subscribing to Ralph Waldo Emerson’s maxim that “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,” has been simultaneously arguing that (A) distributing movies and TV shows over the Internet will be the cash cow of the 21st century, and (B) they can’t pay royalties to the writers of said movies and TV shows because no one will make money distributing them over the Internet. Maybe it depends on which side Two-Face’s coin comes down on.

    Well, at least the movie and TV writers have a union that looks out for their interests and can challenge the policies of management. But there was no union for comic book professionals in Jack Kirby’s day, and still isn’t. He was on his own: the man who may be the one true genius in the history of American comic books, continually forced to struggle just to support himself and his family.

    Kirby: King of Comics is so full of riches, both in artwork and in biographical information and insights, that it demands more than one week’s installment of this column. So I’m leaving off here, with Kirby in 1939, just about to enter the new comic book industry, and I’ll resume my review at the start of 2008.

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    I’m currently collaborating on another book, and I am working on several book proposals in various stages of development. However, books on comics history pay less than you may think, and teaching a course at NYU for semester doesn’t quite cover a month’s rent. My New Year’s resolution for 2008 is that, partly due to new medical expenses in my family, I will renew the search for a steady full-time or part time job. If you know of any opportunities for a comics historian, reviewer and teacher, preferably in New York City, with Boston as my next choice, please let me know here at comicsincontext@aol.com.

    Copyright 2007 Peter Sanderson

  • Trailer Park: Best of 2007 Part 1

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here”¦

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    Before I let you animals loose to do what animals do during their Christmas break I’d like to share a recipe for some alcoholic delight this holiday season.

    It’s called the Oatmeal Cookie and it is, perhaps, one of the most satisfying aperitifs you could ever toss down your gullet as you navigate your way through treacherous social graces. It’s simple enough to shake up but it’s wonderfully dangerous and delicious:

    2 shots butterscotch schnapps

    2 shots Bailey’s

    1 shot Goldschlager

    Stick all three ingredients into a tumbler with ice and shake. Add a spritz of Coke and serve. – Special Thanks to Trafton Nicholls for the recipe

    Yummy and lethal. Be sure it’s represented at all your holiday shindigs. You’ll be thanking me as your stomach feels the warm goodness of a drink that’s akin to wrapping your insides with a fuzzy sweater.

    Now, as we wrap up the year that was 2007 for trailers it is time to look back and see who managed to actually create something out of nothing and tease us all while doing it. This was a year where I saw more of the same being passed off as exciting fare but if you are any kind of reader of this column you should know that this is really a matter of the studio’s needing to impress us, to entertain us, to dance, monkey.

    Trailers have become such an integral part of how a movie gets marketed and released (por ejemplo: How many of you there were all sorts of excited after figuring out that the newest DARK KNIGHT trailer debuted last Sunday night? Yeah, this is how much power they wield) but there still is a vacuum needing to be filled about how well the companies out there are doing their jobs right. I like to let the world know when there’s a trailer people should be watching and appreciating for its intimate goodness but there’s only so much I can do. Not to mention difficult when people ask what I do for this site. Sure, it may sound all hip and cool to drop that you review movie trailers while trying to infuse pithy remarks here and there but it’s hard to do it with a straight face when in the presence of a complete stranger.

    It doesn’t exactly bring boys to the yard, if you catch the drift.

    However, that hasn’t stopped me from doing this thing week after week and year after year (more on that in the coming weeks) and the Greatest 2007 Trailer Awards countdown is no different than any other needless, disposable countdown list that you’re no doubt seeing all over the place. So, without anymore hesitation here are my picks for the best of ’07. I’m counting down 10-6 this week, stay tuned for the rest in seven days:

    10. THE LIVES OF OTHERS: Where else has reading been so engaging? It’s just a tough sell when you have a foreign language film you’re trying to get people to see but we’re so isolationist here in the States that when we see words pop on the screen we’re all but debilitated in ways that Kryponite can’t even hope of doing. You have a mixture here, though, of pure drama and the thin sense of real foreboding. The trailer succeeds where others failed because it doesn’t sell its genuinely engaging story; it takes the next step of playing into what makes us all human and what can happen when our humanity becomes the very thing that is the object of someone’s interest. Creepy and highly effective.

    9. RENO 911: MIAMI: Brilliant. I wasn’t bullshitting the boys of RENO when I said on camera during my interview with Thomas Lennon and Robert Ben Garant when I said that RENO 911: MIAMI was one of the only movies I actually watched more than once this year. The reason that I was brought to the trough of this film’s offerings was its highly amusing and creative trailer. It doesn’t try to hook us with a pop soundtrack that would try and mask the funk of shit comedy like others tried to do this year. This trailer gets by on its own strength and its the opening sequence that not only sets the tone but its everything that comes out of Deputy Junior’s mouth and body that hooked me clean. Walking into doors, getting tazered bro’ by some minx and even the cars peeling out of the garage only to ram into one another was just a peek at what was one of the best ads for a good time at the movies this year.

    8. LITTLE CHILDREN: You can have FATAL ATTRACTION. You can keep that film and boil it if it means that this movie could take its psychological place as a reason why you should never, ever cheat on your lady. This trailer is sparse but that’s the real treat. The train chugging in the background with a heavy dependence on mood evokes the exact kind of emotion that you’re going to feel throughout this film. It sells itself without ever having to pitch itself if that makes any sense at all. The audio of the train careening by as we build up to what should be obvious to anyone with any sense at all, that there is no way anyone is going to get out of this unscathed like the train that will demolish anything in its path, is not only palatable but it reaffirmed my notion that you should never, ever cheat on your lady. She’ll cut your balls off. I have come back to this trailer many times this year if only to try and understand that quiet greatness of this trailer’s power.

    7. TRADE: See this movie? No? Don’t worry, I didn’t either and, from the looks of it, not a lot of other people did. One of the best things about reviewing movie trailers is that I can basically say whatever I want without having to ever see the film to see if I’m right. Usually I have a pretty good barometer for what really stinks and what should have a decent chance of surviving but I can’t place this film in any sort of those boxes. The story seemed to spring from a rather interesting place and its premise doesn’t strike me, and still doesn’t, that would appeal to a lot of people across a wide swath. That’s irrelevant, though, as this trailer showed how you can have a good premise, explain yourself with a little bit of exposition and leave me wanting more with a great back beat. “Agnus Dei” by Rufus Wainright is one of the superlative uses of music that ever was this year. The trailer tugs at you while demanding you keep up with the story.

    6. DAY NIGHT DAY NIGHT: For anyone who wants to talk about trailers always giving away too much of a film I’d like to introduce you to this trailer. Without so much of a scrap of background or context we’re given nothing to base any reason why we should go out and spend money to see this movie but it does not matter in the slightest. This trailer is eerie in ways that I can’t explain but I will say that it’s use of a voiceover is actually well-used and understated to the point of us feeling like interlopers into a moment we feel compelled to try and stop. We don’t know why we feel like something is going to happen, and it’s going to be bad, but the trailer takes the chance to not say anything one way or the other. It’s wonderfully daring and evocative. I can’t stand watching this trailer and not feeling a sense of unease. Mission accomplished in every sense of the word.

    IN BRUGES (2008)

    Director: Martin McDonagh Cast: Brendan Gleeson, Ralph Fiennes, Colin Farrell Release: February 8, 2008 Synopsis: IN BRUGES is the darkly comedic tale of the fates of hit men Ray (Farrell)and Ken (Gleeson). After a difficult job in London, the team is ordered by their boss Harry (Fiennes) to cool their heels in Bruges. Very much out of their comfort zones, the men find themselves drawn into increasingly dangerous entanglements with locals, tourists, and a film shoot. Soon, their perspectives on life and death are violently skewed.

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    Prognosis: Positive. I have great affinity for this trailer for a couple of reasons.

    One, I think we finally are given Colin Farrell in his natural habitat. You watch this thing and wonder what the hell happened with S.W.A.T., ALEXANDER, DAREDEVIL but then remember why MIAMI VICE and INTERMISSION were good examples of what he’s able to do. The guy has something but it just hasn’t blossomed in ways that some pretty boys turn that acting corner like Brad Pitt showed he could do after FIGHT CLUB and 12 MONKEYS.

    Two, anyone who can use the word “retarded” and make it sound funny has got my vote.

    I appreciate the way this trailer begins with a flash. There isn’t a quick cut or a thumping beat to make me feel like I’ve stepped into an MTV video for the movie. This trailer begins with a quite benign back and forth with a priest and Colin. It seems innocuous enough until Colin pops him.

    Interesting.

    The trailer slides easily into putting everything into context. In does it so well that by the time that Colin unleashes his comedic artistry it’s a wonder why there hasn’t been more said about why the It’s a Small World ride at Disneyland had to be “adjusted” due to the increasing weight of people (I’ll go on the record and say it’s mostly Americans). Colin glides right through this thing. Equal parts violent, amusing.

    The whole idea of the film, that Colin has to wait two weeks in Belgium with his fellow hit man and await instructions of what to do, is so basic that it begs an answer as to why someone thought it was ripe for comedy.

    Big-ups, huge praise, needs to be heaped on the narrative voice-over with regard to the letter that Colin reads from the big boss wondering where the two of them are (a case of cabin fever obviously set in and they wanted to take in some sights, insult the locals, that sort of thing) in a bleeped manner that I have never heard before during a narrative. It just made me appreciate the creativity.

    What’s more is that when Ralph Fiennes enters the picture he just adds to what amounts to a true madcap adventure. The cat and mouse shootout that ensues is enough to make you wonder whether this is a comedy or an action/comedy or an action/comedy/adventure or something else entirely.

    I would usually loathe the expression “And what’s more”¦” but I am going to employ it here to sum up what makes this film look like a real treat if, for nothing more than to hear Colin, in his Irish lip, talk about Bruges: “If I had grown up on a farm”¦and was retarded”¦Bruges might impress me. But I didn’t so it doesn’t”. The lilt in his voice is what really makes the dialogue snappy.

    And, one more thing: Jordan Prentice. I know a lot of you didn’t get a chance to see one of my favorite independent movies of 2007, WEIRDSVILLE, he played a mall cop with a thirst for medieval vengeance but he plays the part of a man in this trailer that not only has an amusing quip about where to find a prostitute in Bruges but then becomes a hilarious punch line, literally, when he gets a karate chop to his neck.

    I need to see this movie; I just hope to God all the best parts weren’t employed in the making of the trailer.

  • Toy Box: It’s beginning to look a lot like… zombies!

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    If you have one of those hard to buy for pop culture addicts on your list, or maybe someone with a twisted appreciation for the undead, or just somebody that loves horror, then I have the perfect gift idea for you!

    A few years ago, Sideshow Collectibles started a line of 12″ in house designed zombies called The Dead. Since then, they’ve released an ever increasing number of the undead into our lives, each one better than the last. They also have other items that proclaim your love of all things flesh eating, like t-shirts and sweat shirts with The Dead logo on the front.

    But for Christmas, they decided to go all out and produce a very nifty The Dead zombie ornament. For just $10 plus shipping, you can bring home this delightful yuletide brain eater.

    If you have any questions or comments, drop me a line at mwc@mwctoys.com. On to the review!

    The Undead Christmas Ornament

    I have this guy already on my tree. And he gets a lot more attention and comments than Winnie the Pooh!

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    Packaging – **
    Normally, Sideshow does amazing packaging. The Dead line tends to be very minimalist though, and that’s the route they went here. There’s actually a sticker on the back that has The Dead logo on it, but the front, sides and top are completely white. The window shows off the ornament well enough though, so I’m not bothered by the plain white container.

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    What does bug the crap out of me is the styrofoam insert. This time they went with the cheaper, lighter stuff that falls apart in your hands, and I hate this stuff. By next Christmas, it’s going to be in several pieces, and useless for storing the ornament.

    Sculpting – ****
    Wow! This might just be an ornament, but this is my favorite zombie head sculpt they’ve produced!

    The nice thing is that it’s done in sixth scale, so it actually fits in with the figures. The detail work on it is amazing, with some truly realistic rot around the exposed skull and nasal cavity. It’s not all the sculpt – the paint goes a long way too – but this head sculpt has some of the best detail we’ve seen in the line.

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    The zombie is coming up over and out of the ornament itself. The right hand is reaching out menacingly, while the bared teeth show his true intent. And it’s to eat Carols, not sing them. The bulb itself is actually plastic, and not glass, but the seam along the side is fairly tight and difficult to see unless you inspect it closely.

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    Now here’s the real beauty part – the head and hand can be removed from the bulb with a little effort! That means you can grab yourself a spare body, tear up some extra clothes, and put together ANOTHER zombie in your The Dead line! Sounds like you better buy two of these guys, one for the tree and one for a custom.

    Paint – ****
    Great sculpts can be ruined by mediocre paint. But great paint can take the sculpt to a whole new level, elevating the realism and life-like nature. And while this guy wouldn’t technically be ‘alive’, the paint does bring out the detail and the coloring in a way that’s truly life-like.

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    The glassy right eye looks amazing. The subtle difference in color between the graying skin and exposed skull is remarkable. Even the work on the teeth and nose are above average, even for companies like Medicom or Hot Toys. If every sixth scale figure produced by Sideshow had paint that looked like this, they’d have no competition in the category.

    Design – ***1/2
    I have to admit that the plastic ball ends up pulling a half star off this category, along with the lack of anything particularly ‘Christmasy’ about it. On the one hand, I’m quite happy that he lacks a silly Santa hat (for example), because that makes it much easier to produce a nifty custom with the head and hand. OTOH, I really would like it to be more festive, and besides – if he was wearing a Santa hat, wouldn’t he make a terrific zombie Santa custom? In fact, I just might have to try that out anyway…

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    Still, he’s going to look terrific on just about anyone’s tree.

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    Value – ***
    If you’ve been in a Hallmark store lately, you know how damn expensive good ornaments are. Most of the regular ones cost $12 – $15, and are rarely this large – or this detailed in sculpt and paint. At $10, he’s a solid value, even after you add in the extra shipping cost.

    Things to Watch Out For –
    Not a thing. Other than your wife freakin’ out when she see’s it hanging between her 2006 Barbie and the ‘Our First Christmas’ ornaments.

    Overall – ****
    This was one of the best surprises I’ve had in quite awhile, at least when it comes to pop culture collectibles. It really did turn out amazingly well, and is going to be a perennial addition to my tree. Unless my wife ‘accidently’ breaks it. I ordered two though, just in case.

    If you do pick up one or two to make custom zombies, please drop me a photo. I’d love to see your creativity in action! And steal your ideas for myself, of course.

    Where to Buy –
    You can pick him up at Sideshow right now for $10!

    Related Links –
    I’ve reviewed only one of the previous The Dead figures, although I’ve bought the whole line. I covered Subject 5, the zombie security guard. If you’re a zombie fan in general, you should also check out:

    – the Peril Unlimited 12″ zombie, the GITD Flesh Eating Zombies, and the recent Shaun of the Dead 2 pack.

    – my review of Cult Classics 4 that included the plaid shirt zombie from Dawn of the Dead and the zombie fighter Shaun from Shaun of the Dead; and the Cult Classics 3 Flyboy Zombie from Night of the Living Dead.

    – then there’s my review of Earl, from Mezco’s line Attack of the Living Dead.

    – check out the Marvel Legends monster boxed set that included the zombie from Tales of the Zombie.

    – SOTA recently released the Land of the Dead figures.

    – and don’t forget the cool (but expensive) zombies from the sixth scale Dust series.

  • Comics in Context #206: Blaze Of Glory

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    cic2007-12-14.jpgLike many of you, I used to visit my local comic book store every week, usually on the day that the new comics went on sale. Nowadays, though, my visits are more likely once a month. Part of the reason is that I work out of home, but even so, if I wanted to, I could make the effort to stop by a comics store on each of my weekend prowls about Manhattan. The real reason I go to comics stores infrequently (by comics culture standards) is that I long ago lost that fannish eagerness to see the latest issue of an ongoing series. Every once in awhile, I check in to a longrunning Marvel or DC series to find out what’s going on, or to judge the work of its current writer for myself. And in almost every instance I find myself disappointed and unmotivated to pick up the following issue.

    But last month brought an exception to what has become the rule. On the day that Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Black Dossier went on sake, I made a special trip into Manhattan, with no other reason than to pick up a copy of the book. I started reading the Dossier on the subway trip home. Once back home I went into lockdown mode, as I hadn’t since the last Harry Potter book (see “Comics in Context #187: “All Hallows Eve”).

    I read continuously to about the halfway point, when I abruptly wondered if Jess Nevins had already begun annotating the Black Dossier on his website. An authority on Victorian popular literature, Nevins has written two “unofficial” companion books to the League, published by MonkeyBrain Press: Heroes and Monsters, about the first volume of League (see “Comics in Context” #37: “High Noon for Mutants”), and A Blazing World, about the second volume (see “Comics in Context” #66: “A Christmas Potpourri”), each containing an enormous list of annotations plus essays about the source material for League, and interviews with Moore.

    Checking Nevins’ website I discovered that, yes, he had: as it turned out, Nevins had been sent an advance copy of the Dossier. So then I began plowing through Nevins’ astonishingly lengthy list of annotations for the first half of Dossier, before finishing the second half and its annotations on the following day.

    Not only that, but I spotted two gaps in the Dossier annotations. League heroine Mina Murray has a music hall poster that gives top billing to the team of Lewis and Clark (not the famous explorers of the same names). I fired off an e-mail to Jess Nevins, explaining that “Lewis and Clark” were the vaudeville team from Neil Simon’s play The Sunshine Boys. For the following two weeks I sent additional annotations to Nevins, most of which he accepted for use on his site. And I was far from alone: there was a veritable League of Extraordinary Annotators who sent in supplementary annotations to Nevins’ list, including artist Kevin O’Neill and even the legendary fantasy writer Michael Moorcock, some of whose own characters are alluded to by Moore in the Dossier. You can see the massive annotations list here, and Nevins will further expand it for his Black Dossier companion book, Impossible Territories, which MonkeyBrain Press will publish in July 2008. And good heavens, I just checked, and Nevins has updated the Dossier annotations yet again (as of December 10)!

    Longtime readers of this column already know about my enthusiasm for Moore and O’Neill’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (see “Comics in Context” #22 : “Major League” and Comics in Context” #23: “An Extraordinary Trio”). For those who came in late, the League postulates an alternate history in which the characters of fiction–from both literary classics and popular culture–exist and interact. Every character with a speaking role in League is either a character from a preexisting work of fiction or a relative of such a character. In the original series, set in the 1890s, Moore and O’Neill introduced a “League of Extraordinary Gentlemen,” comprised of Mina Murray from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Allan Quatermain from H. Rider Haggard’s King Solomon’s Mines and other works, Captain Nemo of Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea, Mr. Hyde from Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and the title character of H. G. Wells’ The Invisible Man, as a team of special operatives for the British government. In the first series the League intervened in a war between the criminal masterminds Professor Moriarty (from Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes stories) and Dr. Fu Manchu (who went unnamed since he is still under copyright); in the second series followed the League’s role in combating the archetypal Martian invasion chronicled in H. G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds.

    Moore’s original motive in co-creating the League was to explore the roots of the superhero genre. Hence, the 1890s League resembles a superhero team, and even includes a few members with super-powers (Hyde and the Invisible Man); even the series’ title seems to allude to the Justice League and the X-Men with their “extraordinary” abilities.

    Moore realized that League provided him with the opportunity to explore the entire history of fiction. In the second League series, by means of a continuing text feature, “The New Traveller’s Almanac,” Moore laid out much of the history of this alternate Earth, incorporating fictional characters from works ranging as far back as ancient classical literature, and other characters from beyond the 1890s, well into the twentieth century.

    The principal story in Black Dossier is set in the Britain of 1958. Founding League members Mina Murray and Allan Quatermain, who are lovers, have become eternally young immortals, thanks to their immersion in the Fires of Life from H. Rider Haggard’s “She” novels, as suggested in the Almanac in the second series. (And yes, getting Mina out of her previous Victorian costumes provides O’Neill with numerous occasions to demonstrate his skill at attractively drawing the female form.) Warned by Winston Churchill, Mina and Allan severed their ties with the British government following World War II and left for America. In the postwar years, Britain fell under the totalitarian dictatorship described by George Orwell in hs novel 1984: since 1984 was actually published in 1948, that’s when the events of the novel took place in League‘s world. By 1958 the 1984 regime has fallen, and Mina and Allan return to England to locate and steal British intelligence’s “Black Dossier,” its file of reports on the League’s history.

    But British intelligence is now headed by Harry Lime, the amoral mastermind created by writer Graham Greene in the 1949 film The Third Man, and one of his foremost operatives is a ruthless, womanizing assassin who calls himself “Jimmy.” The latter is a thinly veiled version of James Bond, who teams up with a very young female operative who is skilled in martial arts named Emma Night. Dedicated fans of the 1960s television series The Avengers may know that the episode “The House that Jack Built” established that the maiden name of the series foremost heroine, Mrs. Emma Peel, is Knight (see “Comics in Context” #52: “Mod as a Hornet” and #53: “The A-Files”). One couple, “Jimmy” and Miss Knight, is out to stop their counterparts, Allan and Mina.

    Though this storyline is the heart of Black Dossier, it also serves as a frame for excerpts from the “Black Dossier” itself. Black Dossier the graphic novel is an postmodern collage of different formats. Moore and O’Neill recount the 1958 exploits of Allan and Mina in familiar comics form, no different from that of League Volumes 1 and 2, save for the final pages..

    But various documents from the Black-Dossier-within-the-Black-Dossier take the form of O’Neill’s recreations of earlier styles of comics and cartoon art, from a political cartoon in the style of the 18th century cartoonist James Gillray (see “Comics in Context” #72: “F. O. G.”) to a comics version of a sequence from Orwell’s 1984 presented in the style of a pornographic “Tijuana Bible.” Other visual experiments by Moore and O’Neill range from picture postcards to credits pages in the form of a parody of the London Underground map. The most spectacular visual tour de force in Dossier comes in its final pages, in which Mina and Allan’s visit to the fourth-dimensional “Blazing World” is depicted in a 3-D comics sequence, with 3-D glasses attached to the inside back cover.

    Other Dossier documents are text pieces in which Moore utilizes different styles, formats, and narrative voices, presenting, for example, government reports on the League and an excerpt from the memoirs of Campion Bond, James’s grandfather, who was a character in League volumes 1 and 2. More significantly, Moore experiments with recreating the styles of other authors: William Shakespeare in two scenes from a “lost” play Faeries’ Fortunes Founded, part of a sequel to the 18th century erotic novel Fanny Hill, a P. G. Wodehouse pastiche in which Jeeves and Bertie Wooster encounter not only the League but also a supernatural menace out of the H. P. Lovecraft mythos, and The Crazy Wide Forever, an imitation of Jack Kerouac’s Beat novel On the Road, which marks its fiftieth anniversary this year.

    Through such “documents” in the dossier-within-the-Dossier, Moore further explores and establishes the history of the League’s world, both before and after the stories of League‘s first two volumes. For example, Prospero, the sorcerer who is the protagonist of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, also appears in Faeries’ Fortunes Founded; in the Almanac Moore had already established that Prospero was the founder of the original League of Extraordinary Gentlemen in the 17th century. The second incarnation of the League, in the 18th century, was headed by Lemuel Gulliver of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, and included Fanny Hill, who appears in another of the Dossier‘s pastiches.

    Initially I found the pseudo-Kerouac style in which Moore wrote The Crazy Wide Forever nearly impenetrable, although once some of the Extraordinary Annotators supplied keys to its plot, the pastiche finally made sense to me on my third try at reading it.

    I’ve never read Kerouac, but the stream of conscuousness style of The Crazy Wide Forever, and its profusion of puns, reminded me of James Joyce. This is no accident, since Kerouac was greatly influenced by Joyce’s work (see the excerpt from Kerouac: The Definitive Biography by Paul Maher). I see that there is even an academic essay, “”˜I Dig Joyce’: Jack Kerouac and Finnegans Wake“ by Michael H. Begnal, from the March 22, 1998 Philological Quarterly.
    I wonder if Alan Moore is also consciously following the lead of Joyce in his Black Dossier. In his landmark novel Ulysses Joyce not only employs the stream of consciousness technique, most famously in Molly Bloom’s soliloquy in the concluding “Penelope” chapter, but employs a variety of formats and styles in other chapters. For example, the “Ithaca” chapter is modeled on a catechism. with questions and answers. The “Circe” chapter is written as a script for a play, which grows increasingly surreal. The “Cyclops” chapter is primarily narrated in the first person, but includes extended passages in over thirty different narrative styles which Joyce utilizes for satiric purposes.

    Moreover, in Ulysses and even more so in Finnegans Wake, Joyce fills his work with allusions and references that academics have been busily tracking down for decades. Similarly, the League books seem like bottomless pits filled with literary and historical references that a good number of us have been striving to decode. Jess Nevins is to Alan Moore on League what Stuart Gilbert was to James Joyce on Ulysses: the first person to publish a key to the mysteries of a book, that was unofficial yet had the author’s approval.

    It is evident that Moore is attempting to do Shakespeare pastiches in two sections of the book. Whereas, as far as I’m concerned, Moore does a perfect mimicry of P. G. Wodehouse in Dossier, imitating Shakespeare is a far harder task. To my mind, Moore skillfully copies the form of a Shakespeare play in Faeries’ Fortunes Founded, but it comes off as hollow; he does not, perhaps cannot, come close to matching the poetic heights one expects from actual Shakespeare. But I think Moore is much more successful in the speech he gives Prospero in the concluding pages of Black Dossier, perhaps because it fervently expresses what appear to be Moore’s own ideas on the importance of the imagination. Ironically, Prospero’s last speech in Dossier seems to contradict some of what Prospero says in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.

    Towards the end of the Black Dossier, Mina and Allan journey to “the Blazing World,” which first appeared in a work published in 1666 as an archipelago of islands extending from the North Pole nearly down to the British Isles. Moore presents the Blazing World as a single island that, though accessible from three-dimensional Earth, apparently exists on another plane of reality share time is “a physical dimension, so it’s all happening at once” (Dossier p. 184, panel 1). The Blazing World therefore exists beyond conventional time, in what may be eternity. Within the Blazing World sequence Moore and O’Neill depict Prospero and Fanny Hill, both members of former incarnations of the League, and both alive and well. All sorts of other characters from literature and even comics make cameos in the Dossier‘s Blazing World sequence.

    Moore’s version of the Blazing World is therefore like a heaven for the fictional characters of our world, who are real people in the world of League. Apparently they can exist there for eternity. This raises the question as to why Alan and Mina, or anyone else who is allowed entry to the Blazing World, would return to the mortal world, where they might die.

    Inhabited by fictional characters, the Blazing World is metaphorically and perhaps literally a realm of the imagination. “I’m sure I used to dream about this place, when I was a little girl,” says Mina. Allan responds, “I think I caught a glimpse of the Blazing World in a vision once, during my opium years.” (Dossier, p. 178, panel 1). As I observe in Nevins’ Black Dossier annotations, O’Neill’s depiction of the Blazing World bears resemblances to the literal dream world of Winsor McCay’s Little Nemo in Slumberland. You could think of the Blazing World as a more joyous version of the Dreaming in Neil Gaiman’s Sandman.

    The Black Dossier concludes with a speech by Prospero, the founder of the original League, who begins, “For truly is our cavalcade now done. . . “ (Dossier p. 190, panel 1). This evokes the first line of Prospero’s most famous speech in The Tempest, following a play-within-a-play, like the masques of the early Jacobean period, that was enacted by spirits he had conjured up:

    “Our revels are now ended. These our actors
    As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
    Are melted into air, into thin air;
    And. like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
    And, like the insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made of, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep.” (Act IV, Scene i, lines 162-172)

    Prospero likes to refer to his prowess in magic as his “art.” In this speech Prospero (who admittedly is in a foul mood at this point) dismisses the creation of his “art,” the masque performed by the spirits, as an “insubstantial pageant,” a “vision” with a baseless fabric,” an illusion lacking in reality. Thus, perhaps, Shakespeare, if he is speaking his own mind through Prospero, perceives the creations of art, including his own as playwright, as transitory, perhaps even empty of lasting substance. Moreover, Prospero observes that the real world is not eternal, either, and that not only the “gorgeous “palaces”–man’s architectural works–but even “the great globe itself” will someday come to an end. (The “great globe” may have a double meaning, both to the earth and to the Globe Theatre, where most of Shakespeare’s plays were performed. Thus Shakespeare may be reiterating a belief that art does not last forever.)

    Furthermore, Prospero points out that people are mortal, as well. The “sleep” that rounds each person’s “little”–meaning short–life is nonexistence, before his birth and after his death. “We are such stuff as dreams are made of” has multiple meanings. If nonexistence is sleep, then life is like a waking dream, an illusion that lasts but a brief time. The “dreams” that are “made” upon us might be a reference to art, such as The Tempest itself. One might also argue that our lives are “dreams” in the imagination of the ultimate creative artist, God.

    The Tempest is the final play that Shakespeare composed without collaborators. Traditionally, it has been interpreted as bidding his farewell to the stage through the character of Prospero, who regards his magic as his “art,” and who acts as a sort of playwright and director in The Tempest, staging situations through which he manipulates the other characters. (It suddenly occurs to me that The Tempest is like a high art version of Survivor.) Just as Shakespeare was heading into retirement, so too Prospero decides to return from exile and give up the practice of his art, magic:

    “But this rough magic
    I here abjure, and, when I have required
    Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
    To work mine end upon their senses that
    This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
    Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
    And deeper than did ever plummet sound
    I’ll drown my book.” (Act V Scene i, lines 54-58)

    The book is his book of spells, and his staff is like his magic wand, like Gandalf’s staff in Lord of the Rings.

    Christianity doesn’t approve of magic, so presumably Prospero would have to give up sorcery upon returning to society as Duke of Milan. If we interpret Prospero’s “art” as a metaphor for Shakespeare’s own, then Shakespeare appears to regard his art as a burden which he is relieved to surrender upon retirement.

    Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series concluded with “The Tempest” in issue 75, in which Gaiman and artist Charles Vess not only depicted scenes from the play but told a story of Shakespeare himself meeting once more with Morpheus, the Sandman, who “opened a door” to Shakespeare’s imagination, enabling him to put the “great stories” in the form of enduring plays. Prospero’s speech in Shakespeare’s Tempest may suggest that even art fades away . In Gaiman’s “Tempest,” fellow playwright Ben Jonson predicts that Shakespeare’s plays will not last, but Morpheus truthfully declares that they will, that he endowed Shakespeare with “the power to give men dreams that would live on, after you were gone.”

    Despite acknowledging the greatness if Shakespeare’s works, Gaiman’s “Tempest” also depicts art as a burden to its creators, a kind of servitude. Gaiman’s Shakespeare tells Morpheus, “For a goodly part of my life I have been in your service.” Shakespeare must repay Morpheus by writing two plays about dreams, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Tempest), from which Shakespeare, well into middle age, is satisfied to give up. Gaiman has Shakespeare refer to it as the “burden of words.”

    Gaiman’s Shakespeare laments that his preoccupation with his art distanced him from normal life: “I’d fall in love, or fall in lust, and at the height of my passion, I would think, “˜So this is how it feels’ and I would tie it up in pretty words, I watched my life as if it were happening to someone else., My son died, and I was hurt, but I watched my hurt. and even relished it, a little, for now I could write a real death, a true loss.”

    After Morpheus removes Shakespeare’s ability to access his full creative powers, Gaiman shows Shakespeare writing Prospero’s concluding speech in The Tempest, in which he asks the audience, “as you from crimes would pardoned be,” to “set me free” by applauding his efforts. (By comparing himself to an imprisoned criminal, Prospero–and perhaps Shakespeare–shows just how oppressive his service to his art has felt.)

    In this issue Shakespeare’s longing for release from servitude to his own creativity parallels Morpheus’s dissatisfaction with his own existence and even his personality. Morpheus explicitly compares himself to a Prospero who was not set free from his island of exile: “Because I will never leave my island. . . I am. . .in my fashion. . .an island. . . .” He tells Shakespeare, “I do not [change]. I may not. I am Prince of Stories, Will, but I have no story of my own. Nor shall I ever.”

    But, of course, Gaiman’s Sandman series is indeed Morpheus’s story. Moreover, describing Shakespeare’s Tempest, the Sandman says, “I wanted a tale of graceful ends. I wanted a play about a King who drowns his books, and breaks his staff, and leaves his kingdom. About a magician who becomes a man. About a man who turns his back on magic.” This is what Morpheus does: he learns humanity, he allows himself to be killed in expiation for his past, thereby surrendering his kingdom, to the new Dream Morpheus does indeed change, and, arguably, the new Dream can be seen as both a new Sandman and as Morpheus himself reborn.

    Perhaps Gaiman himself regarded Sandman as both a work of lasting merit and one that had become a burden, so he brought it to an end. Of course, Gaiman has gone on to write many other things, but perhaps he anticipates that someday he too will tire of serving his muses.

    Prospero’s concluding speech in Black Dossier does not just take a more positive attitude towards art than the Shakespeare and Gaiman versions of The Tempest; it is outright celebratory. As Peter Svensson notes in a contribution to Nevins’ annotations, “rather than rejecting his magic to return to a normal life, here Prospero praises the greatest magic of all. The Imagination” (Black Dossier Annotations, p. 192).

    Moore’s Prospero calls the Blazing World “this shining soil beyond life’s mummied grip” (Dossier, p. 190, panel 1). Moore may have designed this phrase to echo John of Gaunt’s encomium to England in Shakespeare’s Richard II:

    “This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
    This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
    This other Eden, demi-paradise,
    This fortress built by Nature for herself
    Against infection and the hand of war,
    This happy breed of men, this little world,
    This precious stone set in the silver sea,
    Which serves it in the office of a wall,
    Or as a moat defensive to a house,
    Against the envy of less happier lands,
    This blessed plot, this earth, this realm,
    this England.” (Richard II, Act II, scene ii)

    Moore’s Blazing World does seem like a modern Eden and “demi-paradise.” Prospero states that in the Blazing World “Our direst yearnings and our fondest fears [are] at sport, made safe from time’s iniquity” (Dossier, p. 190, panel 1). In other words, here art, and the emotions and aspirations that it expresses, last eternally, free from “time’s iniquity” and “life’s mummied grip.”

    Next Prospero tells us, “We are the tales that soothed our infant brow, the roles you wore for childhood’s alley-play,” that supplied a “paper paramour” for “your youth,” and that provide “thy consolation, thy escape” when we are “grown to grey responsibility” (Dossier, p. 190, panel 2). This means that art fulfills our emotional and psychological needs throughout our lives. Here Moore is also echoing the famous “Seven Ages of Man” speech from Shakespeare’s As You Like It (Act II scene vii, lines 139-166), which includes the “infant,” the “school-boy,” the “lover,” and four “ages of adulthood, growing increasingly aged.

    That speech starts with the lines:

    “All the world’s a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances,
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages.” (As You Like It, Act II scene vii, lines 139-143)

    This metaphor fits the theme of Prospero’s Black Dossier speech, which inextricably links the world of the imagination with “real” life.

    As in his concluding speech to the audience in Shakespeare’s play, in Black Dossier Prospero breaks the fourth wall and addresses the readers directly. He makes this clear when he speaks of “the very personality that scrys this epilogue” (Dossier p. 190, panel 3), namely, you the reader.

    Prospero points out that in forming our personalities as we grow up, we often model ourselves after inspirational fictional characters. “Did fictional examples not prevail? Holmes’ intellect? The might of Hercules? Our virtues, our intoxicating vice: while fashioning thyself, were these not clay?” (Dossier, p. 190, panel 3).

    In Shakespeare’s Tempest Prospero likened people to the spirits in his art, all of whom are destined to “dissolve” into nothingness. In the Dossier Prospero likewise connects us real people to the fictional characters whom we imitate: “If we mere insubstantial fancies be, how more so thee, who from us substance stole?” (Dossier p. 190, panel 3). The phrase “insubstantial fancies” echoes Prospero’s “insubstantial pageant” from The Tempest.

    But by stating that we stole “substance” from the characters of fiction, Moore’s Prospero indicates that fiction and its characters are not “insubstantial” at all, but possess a sort of “substance” and reality. Hence, Moore’s Prospero continues, “Your trustiest companions since the cave, we apparitions guided mankind’s tread, our planet, unseen counterpart to thine, as permanent, as ven’rable, as true.” (Dossier p. 191, panel 1). In referring to the characters of fiction as “apparitions,” Moore’s Prospero reminds the reader of the “spirits” of Shakespeare’s Prospero’s masque in The Tempest. Prospero’s statement works as a metaphor: that humanity’s body of stories over the length of human history make up a whole “planet” that is a “counterpart of thine.” Moore’s League of Extraordinary Gentlemen books present this metaphor as literal, depicting an alternate Earth in which, seemingly, virtually all fictional characters are real. In terms of the continuity of the League series, Moore’s Prospero may be establishing that the world of League is a parallel world to our own. (Perhaps we should call the League’s world “Earth-L.”)

    But let’s leave considerations of story continuity aside. Moore, through Prospero, is contending that the world of fiction is “as permanent, as ven’rable, as true” as the real world in which we readers exist. As a metaphor, this means that art–even in the form of enduring popular fiction, such as the books from which he draws most of League’s characters–is not trivial or transitory, but has genuine importance in that it inspires us, molds our personalities, and expresses our ideas and our emotions.

    It is even possible that Moore means the statement to be literally true in the following sense. Moore is not saying that, say, Mina Murray and Allan Quatermain actually exist. But he may be stating that the “virtues” and “vices” that we find in fiction, and that inspire us, these ideals, have a kind of reality, comparable to that of the universal ideas in Plato’s philosophy. When Moore’s Prospero says that fictional characters have been “your trustiest companions since the cave,” you may first think of our caveman ancestors. Aren’t the first known works of art the prehistoric paintings on cave walls? In the interview about Black Dossier that he gave to Comic Book Resources, Moore confirms this: “The planet of the imagination is as old as we are. It has been humanity’s constant companion with all of its fictional locations, like Mount Olympus and the gods, and since we first came down from the trees, basically. . .  Fiction is clearly one of the first things that we do when we stand upright as a species–we tell each other stories.”

    But possibly Moore is also alluding to Plato’s allegory of the cave (here and here). According to the allegory, we are like prisoners in a cave, who perceive only shadows; similarly, the characters of fiction, which Moore’s Prospero calls “apparitions,” are like shadows representing the ideas they embody.

    Moore’s Prospero continues, “On Dream’s foundation matter’s mudyards rest, two sketching hands, each one the other draws: the fantasies thou’ve fashioned fashion thee” (Dossier p. 191 panel 1). Here Prospero and Moore refer to the creative, storytelling imagination as “Dream,” thereby reinforcing the visual allusions to Little Nemo‘s Slumberland; again, Moore’s Blazing World is comparable to Gaiman’s Dreaming.

    If “Dream” provides the “foundation” for “matter’s mudyards,” then stories must have a sort of reality, even if metaphorical, in order to support the weight of actual matter. the stuff that composes the real world. Notice the contrast between the ugly, concrete image that the word “mudyards” evokes and the ethereal connotation of the word “Dream.”

    “Mudyards” may also suggest a place where material things are constructed from mud. People–artists, scientists, anyone who creates ideas–conceives of something in their imaginations and then attempt to implement those ideas in real life. For example, an architect must imagine a building before it is built.

    The idea of creation underlies the following lines: “two sketching hands, each one the other draws: the fantasies thou’ve fashioned fashion thee.” Here Moore’s Prospero comes up with a poetic image to reiterate and elaborate upon an idea that he expressed earlier, that we model ourselves upon ideals that we find in fiction. In the aforementioned interview, Moore told Comic Book Resources, “A lot of the dreams that shape us and, presumably, our world leaders, are fictions. When we’re growing up, we perhaps base ourselves on an ideal, and even if that ideal is a real living person, there is every chance that living person may have based themselves on a fictional ideal.” Just as Moore refers to “us” and “we” in that quotation, his version of Prospero may be speaking of people in general when he says that we create fantasies–stories–which in turn influence what we become.

    In this case I wonder of Moore may also be referring to the individual creative artist: that the fiction that a writer creates helps shape the personality of the writer himself. Therefore either to read or to write fiction is to open oneself to its influence.

    The image of the two sketching hands drawing each other suggests that what each represents–the real world and the world of fiction–is equally important. Each shapes the other. In the interview Moore states that “This is actually ground that we do cover in the Black Dossier, and in the final soliloquy, which is delivered by Duke Prospero. We’re talking about this very thing: the interdependence between the world of fiction and the world of fact.”

    (In the December 10 update of Jess Nevins’ Dossier annotations, Janes Morrison and Jon Balcerak each traces Moore’s image of two hands drawing each other to M. C. Escher’s lithograoh “Drawing Hands.”)

    Remember that Moore’s Prospero has broken the fourth wall to address this speech directly to the reader. Therefore, it should not be surprising that he acknowledges himself and the rest of the Dossier cast to be fictional characters. He continues, “Intangible, we are life’s secret soul. its guiding lantern principle, its best, untarnished by all subterfuge or spies, unshackled from mundane authorities” (Dossier, p. 191 panel 2). Since the real world is matter, then the world of imagination, represented by fictional characters, is spirit, “life’s secret soul.”

    In Dossier and, indeed, throughout the League series, Moore opposes the world of the imagination, representing freedom, to the world of “mundane authorities,” “subterfuge, and “spies,” representing the suppression of freedom. Hence, the British government, as represented by Campion Bond (James’s grandfather) proved to be untrustworthy and ruthless in the first two volumes of League, and why Allan and Mina increasingly distance themselves from their government superiors, until by Black Dossier they have become outlaws, This explains why the fallen dictatorship of Orwell’s 1984 remains such a presence in the background of Black Dossier, and why Dossier puts Mina and Allan in opposition to the British secret service, as represented by James Bond and Harry Lime. The development of totalitarianism in the twentieth century, as Orwell demonstrated, provides powerful means for crushing both liberty and the imagination. Note that Moore’s Prospero speaks of the imagination being “unshackled” by the authorities, implying that authorities are in the business of shackling it, and perhaps by extension literally imprisoning those who conceive of things beyond the status quo. It was Orwell in 1984 who coined the phrase “thought crimes.” The word “mundane” may allude to Hannah Arendt’s phrase for describing Nazi totalitarianism, “the banality of evil”.

    The reference to a “guiding lantern” suggests that the works of the creative imagination can provide us with guidance of various sorts, probably including moral and political, since Moore contrasts the “lantern” with “authorities” who “shackle” the imagination. At the end of Prospero’s speech, Moore uses similar images of objects that cast light: “pyre” and “beacon” and, of course, the metaphorical “blaze” of the “Blazing World” itself.

    Moore’s Prospero next tells us that “Life’s certainties erode, yet we endure. Whilst tyrants topple, yet Quixote rides with the companions of thy cradle nights in glorious pasture Coleridge never glimpsed.” (Dossier p. 191, panel 2) Thus Prospero points out that great works of fiction survive through the ages, whereas oppressive governments (which may seek to ban such works) rise and fall. Moore’s reference to “life’s certainties” may be ironic: the political certitudes under a tyrannical regime “erode” when that regime falls. Or perhaps Moore means how the “certainties” of age and death “erode” and destroy mortal beings, yet the classic characters of fiction go on and on.

    Why mention Don Quixote, whom Dossier establishes as a member of an earlier incarnation of the League? Perhaps because Quixote’s attempts to be a heroic knight continually proved ineffectual. He literally “tilted at windmills,” believing then to be marauding giants, and his name inspired the English language word “quixotic,” meaning unreasonably, impracticably idealistic. Yet, Moore points out, Quixote ultimately has triumphed, since Cervantes’ book about him is still read centuries after its was written, and the character is still known by millions, while tyrannies have come and gone. Franco’s fascist Spanish government fell, but Don Quixote “lives” on.

    By “companions of thy cradle” Moore specifically refers to the fictional characters of children’s bedtime stories, and, perhaps, to all fictional characters by extension, since each adult’s love of fiction began in his childhood. Moore ironically contrasts these “companions of thy cradle” to “tyrants”: the fictional “companions” of childhood outlast the oppressive governments formed by adults, and thus childhood innocence and idealism triumphs over adult evil.

    The phrase “in glorious pasture Coleridge never glimpsed” is puzzling. “Coleridge” is surely the 19th century British poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Does Moore mean that Coleridge, author of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798), had too bleak and pessimistic a vision of life to conceive of this metaphorical “glorious pasture”? Or that even the splendors of the “pleasure-dome” of Xanadu in Coleridge’s poem Kubla Khan (1816) cannot match the glories of this simple “pasture” in which Quixote and other fictional characters ride?

    The word “pasture” turns up in various Coleridge works, but one that may be relevant is The Wanderings of Cain (1834), in which the ghost of Abel accuses his brother, ” I was feeding my flocks in green pastures by the side of quiet rivers, and thou killedst me; and now I am in misery”. These “pastures” have been tainted by murder, unlike Quixote’s “glorious pasture.” Quixote dies in Cervantes’ book, but he rides for eternity in the pasture of Prospero’s speech.

    In other words, Quixote’s “pasture” is metaphorically the same as the Blazing World: an eternal paradise inhabited by the enduring characters of fiction.

    Moore’s Prospero then launches into a summation of his speech (Dossier p. 191, panel 3), beginning with a single word, an exclamation, “Rejoice!” Rather than “drown his book,” representing his art and imagination, as Shakespeare’s Prospero did in The Tempest, Moore’s Prospero joyfully declares that “Imagination’s quenchless pyre burns on”: no water can “drown” this flame. Continuing the imagery of light from his reference to the “guiding lantern,” Moore’s Prospero thus speaks of a “pyre” that “burns,” “a beacon to eternity,” perhaps meaning both that it will remain a beacon into eternity and that it shows us the way to eternity.
    He continues, “its triumphs culture’s proudest pinnacles when great wars are ingloriously forgot”; not only does great art outlasts tyrannies, but art is the “proudest pinnacle” of culture, rather than even a “great” war. (So there, simply put, is the difference between Black Dossier and 300.)

    Prospero goes on, in metafictional mode, “Here is our narrative made paradise, brief tales made glorious continuity” (Dossier p. 191, panel 3). This seems to confirms that Moore intends the Blazing World to be a heaven for the characters of fiction. In the League series Moore links fictional works by numerous writers into a single, all-encompassing continuity. But his reference to “continuity” may also be metaphorical. If life is a “brief tale,” then the afterlife is a limitless, “glorious continuity.” Notice, too, how Moore repeats variations on “glorious” (even “inglorious”) in Prospero’s concluding speech, making it the key word in these concluding pages.

    Prospero goes on, “Here champions and lovers are made safe from bowdlerizer’s quill, or fad, or fact” (Dossier p. 109, panel 3). Having disapproved of past movie adaptations of his work, Moore has a personal motivation for disapproving of those who tamper with someone else’s artistic creation. Anyone who studies the history of longrunning characters in pop culture, including Marvel and DC comics, will see how a passing “fad” can distort the treatment of characters and series. As for “fact,” perhaps Moore means that works of fiction are not bound by the rules of reality. Obviously, works of fantasy and science fiction depict worlds which differ from our own. But fiction generally depicts a world with a sense of order (since the author has constructed the plot) that the real world lacks. Or perhaps Moore means that in fictional characters are potentially immortal and thus need not succumb to the “facts” of aging and death as real people do.

    Moore’s Prospero refers to both “champions and lovers.” This may serve to remind the readers that Allan and Mina are not just important as action-adventure heroes in Dossier, upholding the cause of liberty by contending against authoritarian agents like Moore’s version of James Bond. Allan and Mina are also idealized lovers, whose love may be as immortal as they have become. This is one reason for the emphasis on Allan and Mina’s sexuality, and for that matter, that of League members Fanny Hill and Orlando in Black Dossier. Allan and Mina contrast with the womanizing James Bond and Emma Night, who is oblivious to Bond’s true nature, as the traitorous killer if her father.

    Moore’s Prospero ends both his speech and the book with a rhyming couplet, complete with alliteration and further examples of light imagery. It starts, “Here are brave banners of romance unfurled. . .” (p. 191, panel 3). Moore probably intends “romance” both in the sense of love, such as between Allan and Mina, and in the sense of heroic adventure, as in Northrup Frye’s Anatomy of Criticism.

    And on the Dossier‘s final page, Prospero exultingly concludes the couplet, ” . . .to blaze forever in a Blazing World!” (Dossier p. 192). It is a triumphantly celebratory ending, and you can see that reading and exploring the Black Dossier made me happy indeed to be an independent scholar in the comics medium.

    And then this week I received a book which made me even happier, and you will read about that in this column’s next installment.

    Copyright 2007 Peter Sanderson

  • Trailer Park: Hilary Angelo

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here”¦

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    I was never a fan of Tom Hanks’ catchphrase, “Life is like a box of chocolates…you never know what you’re going to get.”

    Obviously, in order for this to be effective you’ve got to drawl it a little bit and affect the posture of a mild mannered southern man. Never believed the genuineness of it. Not once.

    Not until I started doing interviews with people who I knew little about, or who I could find even less information about on the Internet, did I realize how apropos this sentiment is when you’re confronted with the prospect of sustaining a conversation with a complete stranger for twenty plus minutes. It genuinely gets into your head and you simply have to rely on your homework to get you through.

    Hilary threw all that uncertainty out the proverbial window with her completely disarming personality and whip smart thoughts on subjects that range from middle eastern politics in the early 80’s to her quite alarming shoulder shrug attitude when it comes to realizing what kind of profession she’s chosen. What was really telling, and one of the more genuine moments she shared that I am thinking you won’t hear on Entertainment Tonight, was her relating of the scene she did with Tom Hanks in the upcoming CHARLIE WILSON’S WAR (in theaters December 21st) where she was sitting in a hot tub with the man, trying to complete the scene. Tom, essentially, commented on the sweetness of life and how life’s lottery dealt them the opportunity to be actors, to be there sitting in a hot tub and earning a living while doing it.

    Hilary’s frankness about where’s she been, where she’s going and how the writer’s strike is hitting close to home (it has landed right inside it) brought life again, once more, to Tom’s quote. It’s never an easy thing to try and think about what a stranger is going to be like when the digital tape is rolling but it certainly is a blessing to be able and capture humanity as it relates to someone as they talk about a profession where it’s sometimes hard to get real perspective.

    Being true to thine self is hard when you’re a working actor and you are faced with the prospect of not having a flood of work coming in during a strike like this but you would never know this is getting anywhere close to rattling Hilary’s psyche. She is persevering regardless and isn’t letting a simple slow period (this has to end sometime) deter her from keeping on, keeping on.

    CHRISTOPHER STIPP: So, how are you doing?

    HILARY ANGELO: Good. I’m very well.

    CS: Am I just another in a series of interviews for you?

    ANGELO: Well, you are the second in a series of four today. Not too many. We are just starting to do them because the movie is about five weeks away.

    CS: Yes, it is and I finally got a chance to see the trailer last week.

    ANGELO: Oh, good! I’m actually in the first frame of the trailer.

    CS: Oh, you are?

    ANGELO: Yeah, I’m the girl in the hot tub who’s laughing.

    CS: I know exactly who you are talking about.

    ANGELO: There are three of us ““ there are two blondes and I’m the brunette.

    CS: That leads me to my first question for you ““ I don’t know, just by watching the trailer, if I get it still or if I understand what the movie is about.

    ANGELO: It’s funny that you say that because my husband was concerned about the same thing after we saw the trailer. He knows what the movie is about but he said I just don’t know if people will understand ““ is the marketing right? Are people really going to go see this? Well, I’ll put the record straight.

    I think it’s a very important movie to see. It’s really about this one man, Charlie Wilson, who is passionate about Afghanistan’s fight against the Russians in the early 80’s. And through secret meetings and his congressman’s connections, he funded the war. It is more or less the story of how he helped the mujahideen get weapons and the various twists and turns of how he had to do that. He was known as a playboy congressman who never took his job seriously and he became passionate about this one cause.

    And I think it’s a relevant movie today because it really about a man who gets involved in other’s peoples struggle in a foreign country where he doesn’t know any thing about the world of fanaticism. And we are in a place right now that is very similar although it’s in the public eye and not a secret. I don’t want to give away the ending but it’s very relevant to what’s going on today. So, that’s what the movie is about and I play a showgirl/stripper who’s in Vegas with Charlie Wilson.

    In real life, she actually existed. She’s partying with Tom Hanks (Charlie Wilson) and she’s trying to seduce him and he really doesn’t want to have anything to do with her. He’s much more interested in Dan Rather on 60 Minutes talk about the Afghan struggle. But then it just introduces the first 15 minutes of the character he was and going into the history of what he is going to become. He gets himself in trouble by being around girls who drink too much and do illicit drugs.

    CS: What do you think? If all of a sudden ““ we’ve seen the remunerations of things like that today ““ congressmen who don’t live by any moral laws and certainly this seems like a guy who just keeps doing and doing”¦.what in your opinion changed that made him become consumed by all of this?

    ANGELO: I think he just felt sorry for the Afghans who were literally trying to fight the Russians. And of course, this was 1981 when the cold war was the biggest thing we were fighting. You know, the big red curtain. And this was a war that was going on where America wasn’t stepping in and the Russians wanted to make the Afghans communists.

    So I really think he was passionate about fighting off communisms for these Afghans and giving them democracy. I mean, literally fighting with dirt and rocks and the Russians were hitting them with missiles and bombs. So I think that’s where Charlie Wilson gets on the bandwagon and said we have to do something.

    CS: Do you think he played a part in the Russians giving up? The Russians actually got beaten back.

    ANGELO: Right.

    CS: Did he play a part in that coming to fruition?

    ANGELO: Yes, and that’s why it’s called Charlie Wilson’s War. If it wasn’t for him and Gust L. Avrakotos, a real CIA agent, it was him and two other guys working on this war. They had 1 million dollars to fight this war. And until Charlie Wilson came along there was just no way the Afghans were going to beat the Russians.

    So yes, if it wasn’t for Charlie Wilson they would be Communist. So who knows where they would be today. Which is actually the twist.

    CS: Yes”¦the twist being they gave rise to Osama Bin Laden.

    ANGELO: Yes. I don’t know if you’ve read the book.CS: I did not.

    ANGELO: It’s quite interesting and Aaron Sorkin did a great job making that book into a movie.

    CS: I apologize that I am completely ignorant of this, but is Charlie Wilson still around today?

    ANGELO: No, don’t apologize. Yes, he is. I met him at the wrap party. He wasn’t on the set the day that I was there but he was definitely there for consultation. Tom met him and I met him at the wrap party and asked him about my character and what she was like.

    CS: I’m interested ““ what did he have to say about you ““ about your character?

    ANGELO: He said in the book she was described as a showgirl, in the script she’s a stripper. He said she was a showgirl at Caesar’s Palace in the bar. It was just her and her friend and she were just so beautiful that he invited them up to a party with him. He doesn’t know what happened to them but they did have a wild night and the book doesn’t go into the truth of the wild night because I think it’s trying to protect Charlie Wilson, but you don’t really know what happened at that party and if Charlie partook of the drugs that was going on because it was the 80’s and he did get in trouble eventually. But he said they were lovely, fun girls.

    (Laughs)

    He said, “I had a good time with them!”, He’s a big Texas guy. I think he’s been married three times. I met his wife. He’s a character.

    CS: Does he have anything to say regarding the periphery of what eventually was the fallout of this skrimish? It must be a hot button with this war eventually allowing Osama Bin Laden to come to where he is.

    ANGELO: I didn’t ask him about that. I wished I had. But it was just the wrong place and wrong time because we were at a party celebrating.

    CS: Of course.

    ANGELO: You know, you have to sleep at night.

    If I were him, he thought he was doing the right thing at the time. He didn’t know they were religious fanatics. They just really wasn’t a lot known. There wasn’t a Taliban at that time. There really wasn’t the religious extremism. We weren’t paying attention to them. I’m sure somebody knew about it but didn’t speak up.

    CS: You said you were in a few scenes. How long were you on the set?

    ANGELO: I was on the set for about two weeks. And we had to do rehearsals so I have a couple days of rehearsals. It was short in that it wasn’t the three months they were shooting but it certainly felt long to me because it was such a momentous work experience for me. I had never worked with the people I worked with and it was very gratifying to learn they are just regular people.

    CS: What did you take away from working with Tom Hanks? At least, professionally speaking.

    ANGELO: The most important thing I learned from him is that he respects everyone on set.

    He knows everyone’s name from the key light’s assistant, the 2nd key light to of course the actors he’s working with in the scene with him. He just knows everyone’s name ““ he welcomes everyone in the morning. He’s just a real good person.

    And the other thing he said to me, and I think about it everyday, is that “I am so lucky to have this job. I feel so blessed. Aren’t we blessed? Sitting in a hot tub, saying lines, pretending we are drinking martinis. Isn’t this the best job ever?” He just loves what he does. He knows he is lucky. Even though he is extremely talented, I think he deserves what he has. I think he feels like it’s undeserving. He said he’d be doing community theatre in Podunk, Iowa if he could. He’d still be acting, no matter what.

    So, I think the perseverance that all actors need to get through the day ““ is you just have to do just go out and do what you do. He said it’s better than shoveling chicken heads. Yeah, OK, it is better than shoveling chicken heads. Some days it’s really hard when you are working very hard, tightening the belt, and working down the pipeline. For me, I’m not Tom Hanks. I have to still audition and fight the fight. But it was really inspiring.

    CS: I looked over your resume and saw what you’ve been in ““ a lot of television, a lot of one episode, one episode, one episode. Going back to what you were talking about, how do you weigh the content of what you are given vs. the need for your to sustain yourself?

    ANGELO: I wish I could say that I can pass on projects and say, “I don’t really need to do that,” But I do pass on certain things. I’m not going to do a student film or is barely paying me my pay wage which I feel I deserve. I don’t do things like that, but as far as TV, if I’m right for it, I audition for it. I gotta work.

    And jobs like Charlie Wilson’s War ““ that’s a break for me. It’s a big movie. So hopefully with the success of that film my performance is deemed worthy that I will get other work because of it. You just never know. I will say that this part required nudity and I didn’t even think twice about it, where in the past I would definitely say, “No.”

    But, because it was Mike Nichols, Aaron Sorkin, Tom Hanks, Phil Hoffman, Julia Roberts”¦I just couldn’t pass it up. So even going on the audition I said, OK, if I get it, I know I’ll have to be topless. So, that’s something I think about. If there’s nudity it has to be relevant to the story. It’s a very vulnerable place to put yourself in. It’s your body and you are an artist so you want to make sure it’s the right kind of project. So, in that sense, yes, I do have some standards”¦

    (Laughs)

    But I do have to work. I still do commercials and guest star. And I will continue to do it until my agent says, “You don’t have to do that anymore.” But I really do love the work. Even playing a guest star ““ I get to play different characters all the time when it’s a series ““ you do hear actors complain all the time (although I don’t know why they complain about having a series) that they get tired of playing the same character.

    CS: I’ll do that.

    ANGELO: Me too. I don’t mind playing the same character for four years. So, I just have to keep auditioning and get other people to see my work and that fame expands.

    CS: When you do have to do your guest star to do your part, is there anything going on in your mind, like you are going to play the part as it is or is there something that is important to you that you bring to every performance?

    ANGELO: Yes, for me it’s always just truth.

    I have to find the truth of why and how they react, what’s going on in the scene, what about the other people in the scene ““ just always, always is the truth. I don’t like to fake it ““ I don’t want to fake it. I want to really find the experience of the scene. It’s not perfect. It’s a craft. You call on the techniques that you’ve learned and hopefully it works.

    Because, when you are upset, it is very distracting to other people all of a sudden, there’s cameramen, there’s make-up people, there’s hair people, there’s directors. You work off the other actors using techniques and find the truth in the scene. It’s definitely a craft. It’s an art form. But I don’t like to wing it. I try to be as prepared as possible.

    CS: On the subject of it being a craft…I saw that you spent a number of years doing ballet. What came first? Performance dance or performance art?

    ANGELO: My mom said I used to dance in front of the television when I was two years old. I was always dancing. When I was four years old she put me in dancing school and I just fell in love with it. I loved, loved, loved it. There actually was a time when little girls got away from dance and were into soccer and softball.

    But I was very stubborn and into ballet and was so passionate about it. I still am. It got to a point where it was 5 ““ 6 days a week in my early teens and it’s just a grueling art form. It’s hard on your body and you start to have injury to you body at 14 and going to orthopedic surgeons to find out what was wrong with me. Your feet, your hips, it’s just very difficult on your body, especially when you are growing. I stopped only because I was in high school and I wanted to do normal things, like go to football games, be a cheerleader, be in the school play, be class president. I just wanted to have extra curricular activities that weren’t ballet. If you want to be a serious ballet dancer you have to give up everything. Just like if you want to be a professional baseball player, you have to give up everything and just play baseball everyday after school. So I stopped and I think it was a really good decision because I got to do school plays and community theater.

    And I just fell in love with the stage all over again but from a different perspective. I got an agent and started working right away.

    CS: Really?

    ANGELO: Granted…I grew up in Los Angeles so it was much easier for me than maybe other people who don’t live here. You have to come here after high school or college and you start a little bit later in life. I was fortunate to get a chance to start earlier in life, which is good because I think it made me stick around longer than I would have.

    CS: And with this writer’s strike going on, are you being affected by that?

    ANGELO: Yes, definitely because my husband is a screenwriter and he’s marching along somewhere over at Fox Studio today and he’s not working. But he sent things to Disney, November 1st and I’m crossing my fingers that the movies he has turned in will be green lighted, knock on wood. But as far as my career, I think TV is done. Not too much is going on.

    Film-wise, things have to start production March 1st or it looks like the screen actors guild could walk. So, I have a good five months. I would love to get another job next year. I don’t know if we’re going to walk but if it doesn’t get resolved, then we probably will because my contract is up May 31st. It’s just not a good time and this town is really going to suffer. Yes, I guess I am directly affected, through my husband. Not good timing since my movie is coming out so soon.

    CS: That’s what’s bizarre. You have this huge A-list movie and, right behind the scenes, you have this real-life thing happening.

    ANGELO: Yes!

    And I believe in the strike, I really do. It’s just the Wild West on the Internet and the writers need to be compensated and the actors will need to be compensated because we are not compensated either. So we’ll see how it goes. I understand both ends of the story and the producers are saying they just don’t know how the Internet is going to end up making money in the future. But I think they do. I think they have had some guys working on it for 10 years. I don’t know. I hope it gets solved in the next week.

    CS: You’re actually the first real person I’ve talked to that has actually been directly affected.

    ANGELO: Yes, it’s no fun. But what’s great is that the writers are really standing together and I’m really impressed by the guild itself and how they have really stood tall and how show runners are walking off shows. That to me is really impressive. That’s the only way things will get done with any speed is if they really stand firm.

    CS: One last question: When you have things happen like this, when you have a strike going on and these horrible things are going on behind the scenes, is it making you feel that this is really what you are genuinely passionate about no matter what you need to do — dig in your heels, go work at Office Max?

    ANGELO: Yes, it’s true. It’s not like I’m thinking I’ll just pack my bags and move to a different country. This is just a bump in the road. We had a commercial strike a few years ago and the actors survived however, the business did change for commercials after that. We are artists and we have to stick up for ourselves.

    First of all, without the writers, there is nothing. I think it’s just telling the story of corporate America conglomerates and how they just don’t care. They are not taking care of their own people. But yes, my husband and I were trying to come up with a plan. He’s a wonderful skier so he said he would become a ski instructor and we’ll make it work. We’re coming up with ideas and we’ll make ends meet somehow.

    Who knows, maybe we’ll come up with some great invention in the next month. Make a million dollars and then we can make our own movie”¦

    (Laughs)

    But, yes, it’s not making us say, that’s it for us. This is what we want to do and we love it.

    CS: That’s all I have.

    ANGELO: It was great to talk to you Christopher.

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  • Toy Box: Iorek and Ragnar – A Tale Of Two Ians

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    I managed to make it out to the movies this weekend, catching the much anticipated (by me, anyway) film adaptation of The Golden Compass. I am a fan of the books, and was very pleased by the line of toys, which I reviewed last week. After seeing the film, I’ve come to a rather unique conclusion – I like the toys better than the movie.

    That’s not to say the film is bad. I’d give it a B, if you forced me to do such a thing as grade it. The effects are fantastic, and there’s some great acting from Nicole Kidman, Sam Elliot (hey, he’s always great!), and the newcomer Dakota Blue Richards. The bear fight alone is worth the price of admission. Oh, I thought it felt rushed, there was too much exposition and explanation, and they veer from the book on some key points, but it was a decent film.

    The toys are great though, at least the regular releases so far. Tonight I’m looking at the two bears, which are sold individually, Ragnar (King of the Bears) and Iorek (our hero). Ragnar is voice by Ian McShane in the film, while Ian McKellen does Iorek. I wasn’t thrilled with his version of Iorek, but you just have to see that damn bear fight.

    If you have any questions or comments, drop me a line at mwc@mwctoys.com. On to the review!

    Iorek and Ragnar – the Golden Compass from Popco

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    These guys are hitting Toys R Us stores first, but I’d expect to see them at other retailers soon. The smaller figures are just $6 each, but the larger bears (with action features that the regular figures lack) are $10 each.

    Packaging – ***1/2
    The packages are decent, and don’t waste space, which is a big plus these days. The nice square shape also makes them easy for MOCers with storage. There is also some personalization too, which is a big plus for me.

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    Sculpting – ***1/2
    The sculpting work is actually quite good, and can be better appreciated after seeing the movie. Let’s face it – these are bears, and the general sculpt isn’t all that difficult to capture. The trick is getting some of the personality of the two specific bears into the face and body sculpts, and they actually managed to pull that off.

    There were two things I was particularly happy to see. First, the scale here is pretty good. Place them with the human figures, and you’ll get a pretty accurate representation of how they appeared on film in terms of size. I say pretty accurate, because even in the movie their size in relation to the humans altered from time to time. Gotta blame that CGI.

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    The other thing that impresses me is that their size in relation to each other is quite accurate. Ragnar is the bigger bear in the film, with a wider body and wider more grizzly like head. Iorek has a more traditional polar bear body and head, thinner and less square. They could have cheated – hey, these are mass market toys after all – and just used the same bear body for both with different head sculpts, but they didn’t.

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    The front paw sculpts aren’t my favorite, particularly the right paws which are flat. The armor isn’t exactly screen accurate (for example, Ragnar lacks the chain mail on his belly), so they aren’t perfect. But they are surprisingly good considering the price and the intended audience.

    Paint – ***
    There’s nothing about the paint to get excited about, but it’s decent mass market quality. Unlike the small figures, the bears don’t have a whole lot of small detail work. They’re white, they have eyes, noses and some paw details, but that’s about it. Even the armor is a consistent color, but they did manage to make it pretty realistic in appearance. The work is fairly clean, with only a few spots or sloppy cuts.

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    Articulation – **1/2
    Unfortunately, the articulation is once again the weakest link. This was true with the regular figures, and it remains the case with the bears.

    There are a couple high notes though. They have a ball jointed neck that works surprisingly well, and in combination with the jointed lower jaw, gives you a chance to add a lot of personality to the figure. Once you’ve seen the film, you might decide to customize your Ragnar too.

    The four hips have regular cut joints, but the front hips are limited by the silly action feature. They aren’t designed to walk on all fours due to the front paws being sculpted in specific ways, once again for the silly action feature. That ends up hurting the number of poses you can actually do, outside of the upright fighting stance.

    The front paws both have ball joints though, so you can exhibit at least a little creativity with the fighting pose.

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    Accessories – ***
    Both bears come with small stands, and their armor. The armor is completely removable, although both come wearing the major pieces in the package. Most of it pops together to stay in place, but there’s actually a clear plastic chin strap to hold Ragnar’s helmet in place (which isn’t really necessary), and his arm pieces snap in place. The armor sculpts are good, and the metallic apperance is relatively realistic.

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    The bears are clearly more interesting wearing the armor, but making it removable adds to the fun. And since the bears aren’t always armored in the film, it matches the source material as well.

    Action Feature – **
    My feelings about 90% of the action features out there are pretty well known. I think action features on toys are to kids what a lot of options on cars are to adults. They might actually seem nifty, and they might actually make the sale – but the novelty wears off quickly.

    For these two, you press a button on their back and they swipe with their arms. On it’s own, it’s harmless enough. It’s not particularly useful after you’ve tried it once or twice, and most kids will make their own version of a swatting action and just skip the button. But if it didn’t negatively effect the sculpt and articulation, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

    Unfortunately it does effect both. Because of this action feature, the toy is actually less fun than had they just skipped it. And when the world is better without you than with you, that’s never a good thing.

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    Fun Factor – ***
    These two would actually be more fun without the action feature, which just gets in the way. Without it they would have been more posable, and kids could have supplied their own ‘slashing’ action.

    Value – **1/2
    The six dollar regular figures are an excellent value, but the larger bears are really pretty much in line with the usual mass market pricing these days. You won’t feel ripped, because they have some nice size to them and the armor is well done, but you’re not going to be amazed by the price either.

    Things to Watch Out For –
    There’s really no issues. You might find that once you take the armor off, it’s a tad tricky to get back on, so small kids may need your help.

    Overall – ***
    The sculpts, paint and armor on these guys is quite good, especially when you consider that it’s a mass market line aimed at kids. Had they skipped the silly action feature and given us a bit better articulation, I could have easily seen these guys getting the extra half star.

    Even with the faults, they both look terrific posed together or with the other humans from the regular line up. Considering how important Ioker is to the story line, you really can’t skip him. And while he’s a cool bear, it’s Ragnar that gets the better looking set of armor. He is King of the Bears after all! Pick up both, pose them in battle, and they’ll add quite a bit to your Golden Compass display.

    Where to Buy –
    Toys R Us is your best bet right now, but I think you’ll see other major retailers stocking them soon.

    Related Links –
    I covered the rest of the first wave last week, and I’ll have a review of the flying machine coming soon as well.

  • Trailer Park: THE POLAR EXCESS Part Two

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here”¦

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    How much is that franchise in the window?

    I rode the Polar Express last night. While the obvious assumption here is that I dropped a fistful of acid and took a ride akin to experiencing the full color oddity that was Robert Zemeckis’ 2004 nascent, in some mindless circles, classic.

    The experience itself could best be described as a mind scrambler for my four and almost-two year old. They had read the book enough times to associate the physical reality of the decked out, velvety train car with that of the book. I can’t imagine the conceit that led these kids to believe that what they were seeing and hearing was real could have been any worse than leading them to believe that Santa Claus is real (I apologize to my children publicly right now when they’re old enough to employ Google-Fu on their own) but there was something about the construction of the experience that I not only found intriguing but fairly shameless.

    If I had any gumption or was paid any kind of money to actually put an effort to researching things for my column I would find out what division of Warner Bros. is responsible for the licensing/franchising of the POLAR EXPRESS “experience” but a cursory search of a real train ride near you that harnesses the story’s saccharine mythos yields this badly designed website in New Hampshire for the ride of a lifetime which ultimately led me to the official site for the POLAR EXPRESS train ride experience.

    Taken from the website, the company leading the way for little boys and girls (and the parents, like me, who brought along a little Bailey’s) says:

    Rail Events, Inc. has signed a license agreement with Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. to license and help coordinate train ride events around the country based on the hit movie and award-winning book The Polar Expressâ„¢ written by Chris Van Allsburg.

    Further, “Families are sure to enjoy their trip to the North Pole, complete with cocoa and cookies served on board the train, followed by a reading of The Polar Expressâ„¢ (ed. note – Love the TM usage) by Chris Van Allsburg.

    Upon arrival at the North Pole, Santa will greet the children and each child will receive their own jingle bell, just like in the story. There will be caroling on board the train as your trip returns to the depot. This is a holiday ride the entire family will enjoy.” By all means, see if a train is departing soon from a depot near you.


    Now, I would never begrudge anyone to make a dollar; I would support any half-baked idea to create a buck. (All hail and praise the assholes who plopped down any money for those Billy Bass animatronic plasticine fishes.) However, what I think irks me slightly is the co-optioning of the book as a means to extend a revenue stream a little further into the pockets of parents and rubes who don’t know better.

    Por ejemplo, after you’re sold with a nauseating Josh Grobin, slo-mo trailer, resplendent with all the trickey that makes mothers weep at Hallmark commercials or that one coffee commercial where that douche Peter, with his perfect coif, comes home Christmas morning and brews up some Folgers, there’s a kind of sleaziness to the idea that there’s this ride you can pay money for that’s been endorsed by the suits at Warner Bros. and/or by some marketer.

    I paid the price of admission and I have no problems with it. My kids loved it, they were happy, my wife was happy that they were happy and daddy was happy because of the fine people who make after dinner liqueurs; in some way I feel vindicated in sullying the experience by spiking my hot chocolate, and the hot chocolates of some fellow parents, with something taboo I shouldn’t have brought aboard. By the end of the night my kids had believed that Santa, indeed, visited the train car in which we chugged along for our hour and a half ride and were genuinely amazed by the uniqueness of the experience.

    I think I’m going back again next year if it means I can spend a day or two extra with my family by ourselves.

    At the end of my day I hate to be a part of some ancillary revenue stream of a movie studio that thinks nothing of pimping its properties out under the guise of it bringing families close together. Please. Warners would sooner enjoy my family being driven to divorce if it meant it could make a few more shareholders happy. I’m simply a cynical person when it comes to shameless marketing and plugging and the incessant push to consume the brand even further (Buy the book! Buy the movie! Buy a shirt or hat to commemorate the experience!) and I was honestly shocked as we drove away from the train station and didn’t see one mark on the jingle ball that every kid was given that would somehow let anyone who looked at know that this is was an Officially Branded Polar Express Jingle Ball. I guess that was the cynic in me.

    I’m just happy my kids don’t yet know when they’re the unwitting audience of a Warner Brothers sales pitch.

    Now, on to much more funny news: Pixar most definitely cribbed its plot for its newest film, WALL-E, from 1986’s SHORT CIRCUIT. After I made the accusation there was a curious letter that I received which I just had to share with the rest of the world that just sort of solidified the fact that I hope Fisher Stevens gets himself a good lawyer; it could be payday city.

    “Chris,

    So, as has been my Friday routine for many years now, I read your article while sitting at my desk & drinking my coffee…during which time, I probably should be working. More often than not, I’ll completely agree with your prognoses (on a side note, the notion that prognoses is the plural of prognosis, just seem grammatically incorrect… shouldn’t it be prognosises or prognosi?). Anyway, back to my point.

    I was a little disappointed of your scathing review of Wall-E.

    Although, I completely agree that it holds a not so subtle resemblance to Short Circuit, don’t consider this just another blatant rip-off from an industry who’s seemingly incapable of coming up with an original idea…look at is an homage to one of the late, great, bad, cheesy 80’s movies. Even though it starred Steve Gutenberg, Short Circuit gave every teenaged boy the opportunity so confirm that, yes indeed Ally Sheedy was hot and gave one last chance to see her before she disappeared into obscurity. If Wall-E can flash everybody in their 30’s to a simpler time when, unlike Paris Hilton & Britney Spears, pop culture icons had enough sense to keeps their drug abuse and sexual deviance behind closed doors, isn’t that a good thing?

    All that said, I’m holding out hope that Wall-E is a box office blockbuster…’cause that can only encourage studios to rip-off…I mean, homages to more of the really bad 80’s movies, that although they had almost no artistic merit or any other redeeming qualities, were wildly entertaining. It’ll only be a matter of time before we see feature length, animated versions of Remo Williams, Tremors or Weekend at Bernie’s…and wouldn’t that make the world a better place?

    Keep up the good work.”

    The only portion of that letter I take umbrage with is the very resolute fact that if any red-blooded American tried to steal the story of Fred Ward’s greatest cinematic achievement there would be blood flowing in the street; it would be anarchy.

    WALK HARD: THE DEWEY COX STORY (2007)

    Director: Jake Kasdan
    Cast: Jenna Fischer, John C. Reilly, Kristen Wiig, Tim Meadows, Angela Little Mackenzie, Matt Besser, David Krumholtz
    Release: December 20, 2007
    Synopsis: America loves Cox! But behind the music is the up-and-down-and-up-again story of a musician whose songs would change a nation. On his rock “˜n roll spiral, Cox sleeps with 411 women, marries three times, has 22 kids and 14 stepkids, stars in his own 70s TV show, collects friends ranging from Elvis to the Beatles to a chimp, and gets addicted to — and then kicks — every drug known to man… but despite it all, Cox grows into a national icon and eventually earns the love of a good woman — longtime backup singer Darlene (Jenna Fischer).

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    Prognosis: Negative. No.

    Here’s the problem I have with this movie: there seems to be confusion on the part of either the filmmakers or the marketers. With only the trailer to go off of I can’t be sure whether this biopic that is a goof on biopics is going to be Zucker-like in nature or played for straight laughs. As it stands there seems like to be a lot of reaching going on in order to be funny or to essentially scream, “See what we’ve distilled from every single story about musicians”¦and how we’ve funnily poked fun of them!” I hate it when people want to club you over the head to make a point and that seems exactly like what’s happening here right from the beginning.

    The 6 year old Dewey grabbing a guitar and with a faux voice singing the blues I think is supposed to make fun of the stories of musicians who say they’ve had it in them since they were little but even after we roll on this obvious gag the older Dewey making ladies strip their clothes, the priest who decries it and gets sucker punched for it, the guy puking from being overcome and the wife who plays the part of the Doubting Thomas (a common theme in the stories of people trying to make it big) is just grating for its obviousness.

    They’re looking to lampoon these films but with Reilly’s character tongue flicking ice cream, his creation of a character that is oblivious and obnoxious, his protestation to his wife about walking hard (Ooh, his theme!) and his eventual demand to keep his monkey versus his kids just isn’t funny. I think it might play well to young men in their teens and twenties but they’re not useful for others, like me, who might want to have the comedy thrown at us in more subtle ways.

    I mean, one of the best parts of this trailer is not Paul Rudd’s pathetic display of a character that just panders, but it’s Jack White’s appearance and talk about being able to chop a man in half with his hands that is amusing as all hell. He manages to be the greatest reason why this trailer just seems to be sticking its tongue in its cheek so much, being so ironic and making sure to wink at us as it does so, that it loses its ability to simply be funny.

    The quicker we get to the end I think there is some redemption to be made of this movie. The aging Cox and his run ins with Patrick Duffy, his eventual Disco phase, the sad pitchman moment he has to go through, all these things add up to something for me that gives me a moment of pause. Yes, there could be all the aforementioned obviousness but if it can be smarter than that, if it can be more than just one of those SCARY MOVIE or NOT ANOTHER TEEN MOVIE flicks, if it can be more intelligent with its satire, there could be more hits than there could be misses; a mark of a great screwball comedy.

  • Toy Box: Royal Guard

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    Everyone – good guys and bad guys alike – need their posse. They need a cadre of dudes around them to protect and guide, otherwise they end up like Britney. And nobody wants that.

    In the original trilogy (and you know which trilogy I’m talking about without my having to say it, so don’t act so puzzled), Emperor Palpatine has these cool, deadly looking red robed guards. Now, it has to be a bit of a bummer being this guy’s guard, since he could clearly kick your ass with his little finger, but at least you get to wear the cool red robe.

    In later films, which are actually earlier stories, Palpatine was just a lowly Senator. His guards were the guards of all the Senate as well, appropriately called Senate Guards (rather than Royal Guards). They dressed in blue robes with a slightly different helmet. When Sidious rose to power, becoming Emperor, he gradually phased them out with the red version, and renamed the group.

    If you have any questions or comments, just drop me a line at mwc@mwctoys.com. On to the review!

    Royal Guard mini-busts from Gentle Giant

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    Gentle Giant produced a whopping 10,000 of the guards, but split it up into red ones and blue ones. The red, classic look is the majority of the run, with the blue version put in as a chase. I’m not sure of the actual numbers, but it looks like there was a blue for every two or three red, similar to what we’ve seen with some of the early Clonetrooper color variations.

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    Packaging – ***
    These come in the usual, bland, black packaging that we’ve seen dictated out of Lucasfilm for awhile now. On the upside though, they have windows to see the contents, and those nifty GG baseball card style Certificates of Authenticity. On an interesting side note, they used the exact same base foam shell for both busts, even though only the red has the removable weapon.

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    Sculpting – ***1/2
    While neither of these are extremly complex, it’s not really the fault of Gentle Giant. On certain characters in the past, I’ve complained about GG’s lack of texturing, but here it makes complete sense. These costumes always appear very smooth, very clean, and very ominous. The outfit itself lacks detail by design, so complaining about the smooth robes and helmet would be a tad disengenious.

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    Other key aspects are right on target, like the scale of the helmeted heads to the body, arms and hands, and the stoic poses. Put a couple of the red guys behind your Emperor bust, and a couple of the blue behind the Palpatine bust, and you’ll have an excellent display.

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    It’s worth noting here that the weapon on the Senate Guard is part of the permenant sculpt and is not removable. However, the majority of the weapon and left hand on the Royal Guard comes as a separate attachment, held tightly in place with magnets. It stays in plce quite well, and is much easier to get lined up and attached than some of the other recent busts.

    Paint – ***1/2
    Like the sculpt, the paint is going to be pretty basic on these. Lots of red or blue, a little black, and a dash here or there of some other color with the weapons perhaps.

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    The paint work is extremely clean, and to make up for the lack of detail, they used a nice high gloss finish on the helmets, and a matte finish on the robes. This does an excellent job of setting the two apart, and adding visual pop to the otherwise consistent color.

    Design – ***1/2
    While neither of these busts is in a particularly dynamic pose, that fits the characters perfectly. Like the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier or Buckingham Palace, these guys were stoic bordering on statue. They made for nice set dressing, and added a bit of ‘royal’ to the look of the Senate (and later to the Emperor), but they weren’t men of action in the films. Creating a bust like this, where only the upper body is visible, in some sort of extreme action pose wouldn’t have fit the character well. Also, since the main display option is as a guard(s) to a Palpatine mini-bust in one form or another, an action pose would have made that impossible.

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    Value – red **1/2; blue **
    The busts will run you the usual $45 each or so, except if you’re trying to get a Blue version. Since these were the smaller run, retailers had little choice but to either charge more, or set up package deals where you purchase two reds and you can also buy a blue at the normal cost.

    Things to Watch Out For –
    Not much. While the weapon on the Royal Guard is held very tightly by the magnets, I still wouldn’t carry him around or handle him without one hand keeping it savely in place.

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    Overall – ***1/2
    Gentle Giant’s track record with the monsters and masked characters in their Star Wars mini-bust line has been extremely good, certainly better than the overall quality of the human likenesses. These two continue that tradition, and will make an excellent addition to your collection. However, if you don’t already have the Emperor or Senator Palpaltine mini-busts, you will most likely be less inclined to take the plunge on buying one or more Guards.

    Where to Buy –
    There are plenty of great online options:

    – the best deal around is at Urban-Collector, at least if you’re looking for both red and blue. You can buy them as a pair for $89. And if you’re just looking for the red, he’s just $37!

    Andrew’s Toyz has a slightly higher price than some on just the red – $45 – but you can get a good price on the blue if you buy him as part of a set of three, two reds and one blue, for $135.

    Amazing Toyz has a great price on the red at $40, or you can get the red AND blue together as a set for $120.

    CornerStoreComics has just the red for $42, or the red AND a blue for $120 as a set.

    Dark Shadow Collectibles is all out of the blue but has the red for $42.00

    Alter Ego has just the red version, available for $42.50

    Related Liniks –
    Other reviews include the Jawas,
    Dengar
    ,
    Zuckuss
    , Chewbacca and Darth Maul, Jedi Luke, Qui-Gon Jinn, Palpatine and Skiff Lando

  • Game On! 12-5-2007: Holiday Hootenany

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    Well, the holidays have officially hit, and there’s a crapton of stuff available for your shopping dollar. Today we’re taking the first of what will be many looks at what will be (and ultimately WON’T be) worth your holiday cheer this year, for both big kids and little kids alike.

    CONAN ““ PS3, XBOX 360, PC

    conan.jpgUp first, by Crom, are the adventures of everyone’s favorite Barbarian, CONAN. In what is ultimately a GOD OF WAR rip of”¦er”¦”homage”, CONAN has you slicing and dicing your way through stages filled with mythical enemies, soldier, and of course, saving bare chested wenches.

    When I say this game is like GOD OF WAR, I mean it basically IS GOD OF WAR. You have your combo-heavy attacks, the screen-prompted button mashing, your different colored orbs to gain health, stats and power, and your gruesome graphics. Here however, gruesome graphics also mean UGLY, not just bloody. CONAN is not a pretty game. While the cut scenes do the job well, they’re not rendered in the best way, and everything doesn’t quite look “next-gen”. Still, they are detailed enough to see the carnage you’ll inflict on your foes, so that’s good for something, right?

    And what carnage it will be. CONAN rips through guys like tissue paper, cleaving limb from body. He can pick up just about any weapon lying on the ground, and depending on its size and variety, his combos adjust accordingly. If it’s a two handed broadsword, he’ll swing it like Babe Ruth and swat off your head. Dual-wield two swords and away goes the enemies arms. Carry a shield for protection, and you just might find that it’s good at lopping off some poor sap’s head in a clinch. CONAN practically drowns in the visceral eviscerations, as he drowns his wounds in mead.

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    Sadly, all that killing can become repetitive, and while CONAN has a good deal of combos to break up the monotony, some just aren’t as effective as one would hope. While the end result is the same (that is, a dead bad guy) from battling it out with a strong or regular attack, the strong ones usually leave you wide open for return attacks”¦attacks that become pounded upon you with little reprieve. Once an animation starts with you backpedaling from an attack, another enemy strikes you, sending it all starting over again and you cursing your controller.

    Of course, this is actually slightly realistic (I mean, what group of thugs would TAKE YTURNS attacking a single guy?) but it certainly does make things a bit tiresome for a game. Thankfully, moves can be upgraded, and once mastered, can gain you even more stats upgrades and further help you conquer all lands. It’s simplistic, but despite it’s shortcomings, is actually fun. It’s as close to a next-gen GOD OF WAR that we’ll get for a while, and taken as such, you pretty much get what you come for: a carnage filled button mashing mess of guts and boobs. Ain’t nothing wrong with that in my book.

    One Gamer’s Opinion:

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    SOLIDER OF FORTUNE: PAYBACK ““ PS3, XBOX 360, PC

    sofp.jpgIf it’s blood you want, then brother, you’ll get it by the gallons in SOF:P. Every shot is meant to kill, and more so it seems, as literally FOUNTAINS of crimson spray from every enemy tagged. As a mercenary for hire, you stumble onto a plot that double crosses you on your first mission out, and the remainder of the game is”¦of course, getting payback.

    Payback meaning severing limbs from armies of dudes. With bullets. I never knew you could shoot a man’s head, arms and legs off with pistol shots, but there it is in black, white and red. As a first person shooter, the action is passable, but obviously the gore is there to satisfy the baser needs of gamers. Those with a love of plasma, apparently.

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    Apart from the KILL BILL style sprays, there isn’t much to write home about in SOF:P. The story is ho-hum, the controls are basic, and the multiplayer has been done to death. It’s not a particularly bad game, it’s just not a particularly compelling one. It’s nice to be able to customize your weapons from the start of each mission, but it seems like everything you need is unlocked from the start”¦no upgrades to play towards. Plus, the enemy AI is AMAZING dull. They’ll run headlong into your weapons fire, losing life and limb quickly in the process.

    As a shooter, it’s as basic as one gets: A by-the-numbers shooter with nothing more to add than gallons of gore. Sure, it’s a change from HALO or CALL OF DUTY 4, but better time could be spent.

    One Gamer’s Opinion:

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    CALL OF DUTY 4: MODERN WARFARE ““ PS3, XBOX 360, PC

    cod4_1.jpgSpeaking of CALL OF DUTY 4, it’s finally here, and for once, they’ve left the fields of WWII behind for more topical locales. Namely, the Middle East and points near. This is modern warfare, and with it comes modern weapons, modern sensibilities, modern themes, and of course, modern changes to multiplayer.

    I’ve spoken about the perk system before in a previous column when I played the beta, and thankfully, not much has changed. You still gain skill points based on kills and those points can level you up and gain you perks to out fit your avatar. However, the matchmaking system does need a bit of work. In one match, I was paired with two guys at level 3, one guy at 15, me just starting at 1, and three guys in the twenty-fives or higher. That hardly seems fair. Still, it’s a more fun, more solid style of run-and-gun gameplay than HALOs, so I didn’t mind too much.

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    As for the single player, the graphics and sound are once again top-notch, with practically Hollywood style presentation. You really seem to care about these soldiers and everyone feels like a team unit”¦a lofty claim for an FPS. Every nerve wracking fire fight, every advance and retreat, every shining moment and crushing defeat is gloriously brought to life. If there’s only one complaint it’s that there’s no cover system, a feature that should be standard with any FPS released on the next gen platforms. You’ll often find yourself wishing for blind fire or a way to chuck a grenade over a toppled table as you repeatedly step out of the safety of your device only to be ripped to shreds in a cross fire.

    If there’s two complaints, it’s that it’s too short. The main story mode can be beaten in about 5 hours, but thankfully, there’s that awesome multiplayer I’ve mentioned. For wartime simulators and First Person Shooters, of which there is a glut of this Holiday season, this is the cream of the crop.

    One Gamer’s Opinion:
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    DEWY’S ADVENTURE ““ WII

    dewy.jpgEnough with the killing, bloodletting and shooting. How about some lighter-fare. Y’know, for kids? DEWY’S ADVENTURE is one such title aimed at the younger set that I personally was looking forward to. An adventure specifically designed for the Wii, you guide a dewdrop named Dewy on a quest through his world to rid his fellow droplets of the “black rain” that has captured all the other creatures of some brightly colored fruity little forest.

    The idea started promising enough. Dewy would slide along the levels as you tilted and shook the wii-mote and change form based on the temperature drop or increase, as dictated by the player. Raise the temperature, and the dewdrop Dewy turns into a gas cloud, stunning foes with lightning shots. Drop the temp, and he freezes into and ice block, spinning and shattering foes as he goes. This sound great, and a lot of fun”¦that is, until you actually play it.

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    Sadly, DEWY’S ADVENTURE suffers from the “too damn cute for it’s own good” syndrome. The story, which started out sounding harmless, is delivered in sparsely animated cut scenes with dialogue and voice acting that make me want to punch myself in the face. “Oh noes, the fowest is in twouble”.

    Then, there’s the gameplay itself. While it does take some skill to maneuver Dewy through each level, he just doesn’t control as fluidly as a guy who’s mostly fluid should. His jumps falter a bit, and he’s hard to control in the air whilst tilting the land. See, the wii-mote acts as the stage itself. You tilt the controller to tilt the level, getting Dewy to slide around as needed. It’s kind of a digital version of LABYRINTH, where you guide the ball through the maze? However, instead of drop holes, you get annoying enemies, attacks that don’t deal enough damage, and a jump that invariably won’t send you high enough, or has you careening over the edge of a cliff each time.

    I had such high hopes for DEWY’S ADVENTURE, and, while the gameplay isn’t all-bad, it’s just not very good. The controls aren’t tight enough and it just seems “broken”. That coupled with the “let’s talk down to children” storyline and vocals just soured me on the whole situation. For a game that was “built specifically for the motion sensing capabilities of the Wii”, more time should have been spent perfecting those controls.

    One Gamer’s Opinion:

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    SPIDER-MAN: FRIEND OR FOE ““ PS2, PS3, PSP, XBOX 360, WII, DS

    spideyfof.jpgThe licensing machine is in full effect in the younger-geared Spider title FRIEND OR FOE. Set in the movie universe (sort of) Spidey must team up with his greatest enemies to stop a new threat. Never mind the fact that half of them “˜died” in the films, only to be back here, with no explanations, here they are, fighting along side the wall crawler.

    So Doc Ock, Green Goblin, New Goblin and Venom are back from the dead. As well as Sandman, Rhino, Scorpion and heroes Black Cat, Silver Sable, Prowler, Iron Fist”¦goodness, 14 other character team up with ol’ webhead to battle symbiotic goo similar to Venom’s as it spreads across the globe. As you defeat the mind-altered baddies, they join your team to stop this unknown threat, giving the player a partner for each level, and offering drop-in drop-out co-op play. Attacks are basic and upgradable, but unfortunately, there’s not much reason too.

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    See, all the enemies are variations on the same theme. You’ve got your drones, out in two hits. You’ve got the stronger drones”¦they take three. Then there’re the random big enemies, who have a specific weak point. Through each level there are variations on how they look, but they all behave (and are defeated) the same way. Wail on the attack button, repeat. And since it’s a kid’s game, the lack of challenge doesn’t end there. You never die. Sure, your character might fall off a cliff, or his health diminish, but he respawns right back where he was”¦over and over again.

    The game is as basic as one gets. Basic combat, basic controls”¦the idea of teaming up with Spidey’s greatest foes is a unique one, but sadly the action just won’t support it. There’s no need to upgrade your moves since the enemies never really change, and the level design has you just running around and mashing buttons over and over to the same ends. It’s just too bland to bear the Spider-man name.

    One Gamer’s Opinion:

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    There’s more to come”¦ but this ends the column for the day. See you next time.

    THE GAME ON! RATING SYSTEM

     

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    Ratings From Greatest to Least:

    Kick Ass, Right On, Okay, Eh, and Stinker (aka CRAPTACULAR)

  • Comics in Context #205: Identity Theft

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    cic2007-12-04.jpgOne of this column’s frequent subjects, Neil Gaiman, and Roger Avary, best known as the co-writer of the 1994 film Pulp Fiction gave collaborated on the screenplay for the new Beowulf movie, directed by Robert Zemeckis. IDW has been publishing a four-issue comics adaptation of the movie. Zemeckis’s Beowulf is a sort-of-animated movie, employing the “performance-capture” he previously used for his 2004 Christmas-themed film The Polar Express (see “Comics in Context” #66: “A Christmas Potpourri”).

    Their Beowulf movie is based on the epic poem of the same name which was written by an unknown author between the seventh and tenth centuries A. D. in Anglo-Saxon, also known as Old English. Hence Beowulf is one of the earliest known works in the history of the English language. The title character is the first great hero of the adventure genre that critic Northrop Frye calls “romance” in the English language. Beowulf therefore is our language’s first great example of the kind of character whom I call a “megahero,” who can justly be regarded as a forebear of the superheroes of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. Indeed, Beowulf’s ability to hold his own in hand-to-hand combat with Grendel, a monster who is described as larger than human. may even suggest he possesses superhuman strength, as Samson and Hercules did.

    Therefore, for many reasons, the Beowulf movie is a proper subject for this column.

    Certainly Beowulf is a considerable advance over The Polar Express in utilizing performance capture technology to translate the performances of real actors into the actions and facial expressions of persuasively realistic computer-generated characters onscreen. Whether or not this technology will continue to advance, and Beowulf will one day look comparatively primitive, remains to be seen. Watching the film I was usually impressed by its mimicking of reality, although there were still many times throughout the film when the characters looked to me too much like waxen figures, breaking the illusion.

    In retrospect, perhaps the technology’s limitations were most exposed by the notorious depiction of Grendel’s mother as a nude version of Angelina Jolie, the actress on whose performance the character was based. (Hereafter I shall refer to the movie’s Ma Grendel as Grendelina Jolie. Readers with time to spare are encouraged to write her a theme song to the tune of Frank Loesser’s song “Thumbelina” from the 1952 movie musical Hans Christian Andersen.) I didn’t find the sight of Grendelina as erotic as it should have been, and I believe that the difference is that the sight of actual flesh can be considerably more sensual than Zemeckis’s cinematic wax.

    Although there are film critics who argue that a movie must diverge from a literary work that it adapts, I suspect that the general public assumes that a
    movie adaptation is faithful to the original book. Moreover, a movie adaptation may displace the original work in the public imagination: I expect that more people know MGM’s Wizard of Oz than L. Frank Baum’s book.

    Neil Gaiman confronted these problems in discussing an “educational pack” for the Beowulf movie in the Tuesday, November 6, 2007 entry in his blog: “Incidentally, I think the educational pack done for Beowulf is simply wrong. Part of the point of the Beowulf movie that Roger and I wrote is the places it diverges from the story of Beowulf, and the ways it explores the relationship between a person and a story about a person. I don’t think they should be putting the stuff we made up on material intended for schools — it seems like a way of justifiably irritating teachers, who have enough to put up with when they try to teach Beowulf without us making their lives harder. It would have been much more interesting to have put up either the original, or one that talked about the differences — I’d absolutely encourage high schoolers to see our version and talk about what changed and why.”

    I didn’t encounter the original Beowulf until I was in college, and it is a subject that has occupied scholars who are long past their student days. One of my regular strategies in writing “Comics in Context” is to compare an adaptation to the original work to discover what has been changed, what hs been gained, and what has been lost. In the case of Beowulf, I turned to poet Seamus Heaney’s recent verse translation of the original Old English poem, which, surprisingly, became a best seller in 2000. I obtained a copy of the 2002 Norton Critical Edition of Heaney’s Beowulf: A Verse Translation, which includes numerous critical and historical essays, including J. R. R. Tolkien’s celebrated “Beowulf: The Monsters and the Critics.”

    The poem begins by speaking of the Danes, “and the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness” (Heaney translation, line 2; Norton edition, p. 3). Among those kings was Shield Sheafson, whom the poet describes thus: That was one good king” (Heaney line 11, p. 3).

    Shield had a son, Beow, who was “a comfort sent by God to that nation” (Heaney lines 13-14, p. 3). The poet praises Beow for his “prudent” course of action:
    “giving freely while his father lives
    so that afterward in age when fighting starts
    steadfast companions will stand by him
    and hold the line. Behavior that’s admired
    is the path to power among people everywhere.” (Heaney lines 21-25, p. 3)

    Thus in the first page of the translation, the Beowulf poet establishes some of the work’s major themes. One of them is to describe and commend the behavior of the “good king,” the good leader of men, and, perhaps, the good man in general. The poet points out that “behavior that’s admired” wins the loyalty of others.

    Moreover, whereas the Beowulf legend has its roots in pre-Christian culture, the poem Beowulf, as it has come down to us, was written from a Christian perspective. A benevolent God, “the Lord of life, the glorious Almighty” (Heaney lines 16-17, p. 3), watches over the human race, and sent Beow into the world to be a “leader” to the Danes.

    Beow was the grandfather of Hrothgar, the king who commanded the construction of Heorot,
    “a great mead-hall
    meant to be a wonder of the world forever;
    it would be his throne-room and there he would dispense
    his God-given goods to young and old–
    but not the common land or people’s lives.” (Heaney lines 69-73, pgs. 405)

    I assume that in choosing the phrase he did, Heaney sought to link Heorot with the legendary Seven Wonders of the World, of which the Great Pyramid of Giza is the sole survivor. So Heorot is presented as a great monument of civilization. Presumably it is also a triumph of art, as a work of architecture.

    Moreover, Heorot is Hrothgar’s “throne-room”; it symbolizes Hrothgar’s government, as, say, the White House does the American presidency. Hrothgar is a good king. Rather than hoarding his wealth (like the dragon later in the epic), Hrothgar would “dispense his God-given goods to young and old.” A Norton edition footnote points out that Hrothgar could not “dispose of land used in common” or “unlawfully kill his subjects” (Norton p. 5): again, Hrothgar is a good king. Moreover, he is a king who follows God’s will: his goods are “God-given,” and in distributing them to his people, he performs the Christian act of charity. Hrothgar is “the wise king” (Heaney, line 1400, p. 38).

    Hrothgar intends Heorot to be “a wonder of the world forever” (Heaney line 70. p. 5). But here, at the outset of the work, the Beowulf poet introduces another of his major themes: that no one and nothing lasts forever in this mortal world.

    “The hall towered,
    its gables wide and high and awaiting
    a barbarous burning. That doom abided,
    bit in time it would come: the killer instinct
    unleashed among in-laws, the blood-lust rampant.” (Heaney lines 81-85, p. 5).

    A footnote (Norton p. 5) explains that Heorot is doomed one day to be burned as a result of a feud between the Danes and the Heatho-Bards. Neither man nor his works are immortal in this world. The foretold destruction of Heorot may parallel Ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, with the destruction of Valhalla, or the Christian concept of the Apocalypse, the end of the world.

    Heorot will eventually meet its end as a result of “barbarous” action, resulting from “the blood-lust rampant.” The nature of the good king and the true hero seems to be important to the Beowulf poet because he is well aware of the evil of which humanity is capable. Through their good and wise reigns as rulers, Hrothgar and later Beowulf triumph over the dark side of humanity. Their reigns represent the victory of civilization–and Christian virtue–over barbarism and “blood-lust.” But that triumph, too, will not last forever. Hence Heorot is also like King Arthur’s Camelot, a mythic high point of Western civilization that was doomed to fall.

    That barbarism and blood-lust is incarnated in the monstrous figure of Grendel, “a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark” (Heaney line 86, p. 5). That description links Grendel to both the Jungian shadow and the Christian concept of hell.

    In the movie it seems that Grendel has super-sensitive hearing, so that even though he dwells miles away from Heorot, he can hear the noise from the partying in the mead-hall. The sound infuriates Grendel, as if he were the stereotypical cranky old man insisting that the kids next door turn their stereo down.

    Perhaps, too, he is like Dr. Seuss’s Grinch, living on his mountaintop, angered by the sound of the Whos down in Whoville celebrating Christmas. (Wait a minute: “Grinch” and “Grendel” start with the same letters. You don’t suppose that Dr. Seuss [aka Theodor Seuss Geisel] was inspired by Beowulf in creating the Grinch? A quick Google search demonstrates that the idea has occurred to other people as well: see Robert L. Schichler, “Understanding the Outsider: Grendel, Geisel, and the Grinch,” Popular Culture Review 11.1 [Feb. 2000], 99-105. and here)

    But there’s more to Grendel’s motivation than overly sensitive ears.

    “It harrowed him
    to hear the din of the loud banquet
    every day in the hall, the harp being struck
    and the clear song of a skilled poet
    telling with mastery of man’s beginnings,
    how the Almighty had made the earth
    a gleaming plain girdled with waters;
    in His splendor He set the sun and the moon
    to be earth’s lamplight, lanterns for men. . .
    . . .and quickened life
    in every other thing that moved.” (Heaney, lines 87-98, p. 5)

    The banquet represents civilization and community as well as happiness, all of which the monstrous outsider Grendel opposes. But notice that Grendel also hates the music of the harp and the “song of a skilled poet,” who is not unlike the author of Beowulf itself. In other words, Grendel is opposed to one of civilization’s achievements, the arts. Further, the poet’s song recounts how the benevolent God, who conforms to the Christian image of the deity, created the earth, at least in large part as a home for humankind. Like the devil, Grendel is opposed to God. We can also see that Grendel opposes creation in any form, whether it is the idea of God creating the world, or humanity’s artistic creation. The song is also about how God “quickened life in every other thing that moved.” Ultimately, Grendel is opposed to life other than his own: Grendel is the bringer of death.

    Whatever the non-Christian origins of the Beowulf myth, the Beowulf poet certainly roots Grendel firmly in the Christian mythos. Grendel is described as “a fiend out of hell” (Heaney, line 100, p. 5) who once dwelled among “the banished monsters” who are the descendants of Cain, the Biblical first murderer. Thus the poet links Grendel with both Cain and Satan. (Lines 1265-1266, on page 34, clearly establish Grendel as Cain’s descendant.)

    Grendel invades Heorot, killing Hrothgar’s people, not just once, but over and over, for a dozen years. The poet depicts Grendel not just as a killer but as a usurper.

    “So Grendel ruled in defiance of right
    one against all, until the greatest house
    in the world stood empty, a deserted wallstead.” (Heaney, lines 144-146, p. 6)

    Not only is Grendel the enemy of civilization, but he also represents a nightmarish vision of the bad king or leader. The poet condemns Grendel for his refusal to negotiate with his adversaries or pay reparations to the families of his victims!

    “Sad lays were sung about. . .
    the vicious raids and ravages of Grendel,
    his long and unrelenting feud,
    nothing but war; how he would never
    parley or make peace with any Dane
    nor stop his death-dealing nor pay the death-price,
    No counselor could ever expect
    fair reparation from those rabid hands.” (Heaney, lines 151-158, p. 7)

    Hearing of what Grendel had done, Beowulf, “like the leader he was” (Heaney, line 206, p. 8), gathers together men in his country of Geatland and sets sail to go to Hrothgar’s aid. Beowulf seeks glory, which is a virtue in the world of this poem, but he is also extending help to people in distress, a Christian virtue. As we shall see, Beowulf is the poet’s foremost example of the good man, the good leader, and, eventually, the good king. Upon landing, Beowulf and his men “thanked God for that easy crossing on a calm sea” (Heaney, lines 227-228, pgs. 8-9), demonstrating their allegiance to a deity whom the poet surely intends to be the Christian God, even if the poem is set in a time before Christianity came to Denmark.

    Then they are confronted by Hrothgar’s watchman, who “challenged them in formal terms” (Heaney, lines 235-6, p. 9). The formal language of the watchman’s speech and Beowulf’s response demonstrates that they are highly civilized men, more comparable to Arthurian knights than to barbarian warriors. Even before Beowulf speaks, the watchman recognizes that “he is truly noble” (Heaney, line 250, p. 9).

    Impressed by Beowulf’s heroism, the watchman escorts him to Heorot, which seems nothing like the gray, dark, depressingly primitive structure in Zemeckis’s movie.

    “. . .till the timbered hall
    rose before them, radiant with gold.
    Nobody on earth knew of another
    building like it. Majesty lodged there,
    its light shone over many lands.” (Heaney, lines 307-311, p. 10)

    Why, it seems like an earthly heaven, even despite Grendel’s assaults. Whereas Grendel embodies darkness, Heorot shines with golden light. Moreover, it seems that the civilization that Heorot represents inspires the people of many lands. Again I am reminded of King Arthur’s Camelot.

    Beowulf undergoes another challenge in formal language from another Campbellian threshold guardian, Wulfgar, and responds eloquently. Then Hrothgar welcomes Beowulf, recognizing him as an emissary of God:

    “Now Holy God
    has, in His goodness, guided him here
    to the West-Danes, to defend us from Grendel.” (Heaney, lines 381-383, p. 12)

    Beowulf asks Hrothgar for “the privilege of purifying Heorot” (Heaney, line 431, p. 13); the choice of words conveys a religious subtext. Indeed, Beowulf acknowledges his belief in God: “And the Geat placed complete trust in his strength of limb and the Lord’s favor” (Heaney, lines 669-670, p. 19).

    By the way, in Heaney’s version, Beowulf removes his armor and says he will not use weapons against Grendel (who turns out to be magically invulnerable to them, anyway), but there is no indication that Beowulf is actually naked during the battle with Grendel, as he is in the movie, wherein Beowulf’s nudity seems, shall we say, ostentatiously odd.

    Beowulf wrenches off Grendel’s arm. fatally wounding the monster, who retreats to his lair to die. Soon afterwards, a singing storyteller delivers a recitation about another legendary hero, Sigemond, the slayer of a dragon, to whom Beowulf is compared. (Beowulf will also slay a dragon later in the epic.) The recitation ends with what may seem an inexplicable reference to another monarch: “But evil entered into Heremod” (Heaney, line 914, p. 24).
    But since the Beowulf poet is out to describe the “good king” and the great hero, it makes sense that he invokes not only another great hero of the past, Sigemund, who parallels Beowulf, but also Beowulf’s opposite, the evil Heremod, an example of a bad king.

    Hrothgar makes it clear that the Christian God worked through Beowulf to rid them of Grendel:

    “First and foremost, let the Almighty Father
    be thanked for this sight. I suffered a long
    harrowing by Grendel. But the Heavenly Shepherd
    can work his wonders always and everywhere.” (Heaney, lines 927-930, p. 25)
    “But now a man,
    with the Lord’s assistance, has accomplished something
    none of us could manage before now. . . .(Heaney, lines 938-940, p. 25).

    The word “harrowing” reminds me of Christ’s “Harrowing of Hell.” Hrothgar also reminds me of the mythic Fisher-King, the wounded monarch who is figuratively impotent, and whose realm declines into a wasteland. Beowulf is the younger, more virile hero who saves the kingdom. Hrothgar adopts Beowulf as a son, making him heir to the restored kingdom.

    Indeed, later, the poet describes how Beowulf behaved as a Christian hero in defeating Grendel:

    “The monster wrenched and wrestled with him,
    but Beowulf was mindful of his mighty strength,
    the wondrous gifts God had showered on him:
    he relied for help on the Lord of All.
    on His care and favor. So he overcame the foe. . . .” (Heaney, lines 1269-1273, p. 35)

    Beowulf is rather like the Biblical Samson, combining his great strength with his faith in God.

    In a seeming digression, “the king’s poet”–notice how frequently poets and storytellers turn up in Beowulf–tells the story of “the gallant Finn slain in his home” (Heaney, lines 1147-1148, p. 31). Amidst the celebration of Beowulf’s victory this comes a memento mori, a reminder that even heroes can eventually fall victim to the violence of the world.

    And the Beowulf poet considers his title character a true hero. He tells us, simply, “that good man, Beowulf the Geat, sat between the brothers,” Hrothgar’s sons (Heaney, lines 1189-1190, p. 33).

    Yet the poet even restates his theme of inevitable mortality by putting it in the mouth of his victorious young hero. Before setting out on the trail of Grendel’s mother, Beowulf observes that “For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death.” (Heaney, lines 1386-1388, p. 37).

    According to the poem Ma Grendel may be a “monstrous hell-bride” (Heaney, line 1259, p. 34), but she also “as far as anyone ever can discern looks like a woman” whereas Grendel was “warped in the shape of a man” (Heaney, lines 1350-1352, p. 36), so Zemeckis is justified in making Grendel’s mother look like Angelina Jolie rather than a repellent monster.

    Again, in the poem Beowulf fulfills the role of the Christian hero in defeating and beheading Grendel’s mother: “holy God decided the victory” (Heaney, lines 1553-1554, p. 41).

    During the celebration of Beowulf’s triumph over Grendel’s mother, Hrothgar returns to the subject of the evil king Heremod, who “killed his own comrades, a pariah king who cut himself off from his own kind” (Heaney, lines 1714-1715, p. 45). Hrothgar argues that a leader who loses sight of his own mortality will be corrupted by power:

    “He [God] permits him to lord it in many lands
    until the man in his unthinkingness
    forgets that it will ever end for him. . . .
    The whole world
    conforms to his will, he is kept from the world
    until an element of overweening
    enters him and takes hold. . . .” (Heaney, lines 1732-1734, 1739-1741, p. 45)

    Hrothgar them warns Beowulf:

    “Choose, dear Beowulf, the better part,
    eternal rewards. Do not give way to pride.
    For a brief while your strength is in bloom
    but it fades quickly. . . .
    . . . and death will arrive,
    dear warrior, to sweep you away.” (Heaney, lines 1759-1762, 1767-1768, p. 46)

    The corruption of power and of heroes is a theme of Zemeckis’s Beowulf, but in the poem Beowulf never succumbs to this temptation. Soon after Hrothgar’s speech comes another reference to a bad monarch who did, Queen Modthyth, and who provides yet another contrast with the incorruptible leaders Hrothgar and Beowulf.

    Beowulf eventually becomes king of his homeland Geatland (whereas in the movie he becomes king of Denmark): “He was a good king” (Heaney, line 2390, p. 60).

    But outside Beowulf’s realm violence and evil still ravage the world: “Pillage and slaughter have emptied the earth of entire peoples” (Heaney, lines 2265-2266, p. 58). Not even Beowulf’s counterpart to Heorot (and Camelot) is permanent. A dragon, another monster that embodies the world’s violence, devastates Geatland, and even incinerates Beowulf’s own home, “the best of buildings” (Heaney, line 2326, p. 59).

    Moreover, Beowulf recognizes that even his long, heroic life has come to its end, and that he will not survive his combat with the dragon: “He was sad at heart, unsettled yet ready, sensing his death” (Heaney, lines 2419-2420, p. 61). He cannot escape the inevitability of old age and death.

    Indeed, the aged Beowulf, like Hrothgar before him, has, to an extent, become the impotent king: look what happens in the battle with the dragon to that obvious phallic symbol, his sword:

    “The glittering sword
    infallible before that day,
    failed when he unsheathed it, as it never should have,
    For the son of Ecgtheow [meaning Beowulf], it was no easy thing
    to have to give ground like that and go
    unwillingly to inhabit another home
    in a place beyond [meaning heaven]; so every man must yield
    the leasehold of his days.” (Heaney, lines 2584-2591, p. 65)

    As the battle continues, Beowulf’s “ancient iron-gray sword” even “snapped” in two (Heaney, lines 2680-2681, p. 67).

    Out of pride, Beowulf insisted on battling the dragon alone. The troops who accompanied him fled the scene of the battle out of cowardice. The sole exception was a young warrior named Wiglaf, who goes to Beowulf’s aid, and who clearly is intended by the poet to be Beowulf’s spiritual heir, a hero of the next generation. Working together as “partners in nobility” (Heaney, line 2707, p. 68), Wiglaf and Beowulf succeed in killing the dragon.

    Mortally wounded in his combat with the dragon, the dying Beowulf reflects on his life:

    “I took what came,
    cared for and stood by things in my keeping,
    never fomented quarrels, never
    swore to a lie. All this consoles me,
    doomed as I am and sickening for death;
    because of my right ways, the Ruler of mankind
    need never blame me when the breath leaves my body
    for murder of kinsmen.” (Heaney, lines 2736-2743, p. 68)

    In a mark of honor, Wiglaf and others burn Beowulf’s body on what the poet calls simply “the good man’s pyre” (Heaney, line 3113, p. 77). In Beowulf‘s final lines, the poet sums up,

    “They said that of all the kings upon earth
    he was the man most gracious and fair-minded,
    kindest to his people and keenest to win fame.” (Heaney, lines 3180-3182, p. 78)

    So, yes, indeed, the Zemeckis-Avary-Gaiman Beowulf certainly “diverges from the story of Beowulf,” the original poem. (And here I issue a spoiler warning for those who have not yet seen the movie.) Rather than depicting a proto-Christian hero, the movie indicates that the rise of Christianity put an end to the age of heroes. Although the movie’s Beowulf grows older, the film fails to convey the sense that age has weakened him, that his death in combat with the dragon is inevitable, or that his tragedy is that of all humanity: the inevitability of old age and death.

    Moreover, the Beowulf poet is clearly intent both on creating images of the ideal hero, leader and ruler and on urging his readers to aspire to the high standards that his ideal leaders set. But the Beowulf movie refuses to believe in the poet’s “good kings,” instead depicting both Hrothgar and Beowulf as deeply, morally flawed men. The Hrothgar of the movie is a drunken boor, who can barely manage to keep his clothing on during the celebration at the film’s start, and whose young wife shrinks from his touch. The Beowulf poet tells us that his title character “never swore to a lie,” yet the triumphs of the Beowulf of the movie in slaying monsters are marred by the fact that he is a liar. The movie’s Beowulf claims to have slain Grendelina, whereas he instead became her lover and let her live, thereby not just compromising with evil but becoming its enabler. He follows a pattern set by Hrothgar, who has likewise concealed his own tryst with Grendelina, which spawned the monstrous Grendel, a living representation of the consequences of his liaison with evil. Similarly, the dragon proves to be the son of Beowulf and Grendelina, representing his own dark side, unleashed to wreak destruction. In the movie Beowulf perishes not so much due to the inevitability of human mortality but because he cannot destroy the evil he has created without destroying himself. And is there any hope for the future? At the film’s end, Wiglaf, who is not depicted as a young man, is left staring at Grendelina, leaving the audience to wonder of he will continue the cycle by becoming her lover and fathering yet another monster.

    Neil Gaiman says that the Beowulf movie “explores the relationship between a person and a story about a person.” But why should the movie’s deeply pessimistic and cynical depiction of Beowulf be more credible than the original poet’s portrayal of Beowulf as a truly good and noble man? Over a millennium ago the Beowulf poet could extol the human potential for moral greatness. The Beowulf movie dismisses the possibility. This is not progress.

    Besides, the original Beowulf is a fictional character as depicted in the epic poem. It is that poem that defines Beowulf’s character. The Beowulf of the Zemeckis movie may have the same name and perform many of the same actions, but he does not have the same personality, and certainly not the same moral code, as the Beowulf of the poem. To put it another way, the Beowulf of the movie has a different characterization than the Beowulf of the poem. Or to put it bluntly, the movie’s Beowulf is not the same person as the poem’s Beowulf.

    You cannot faithfully adapt or interpret a work if you turn the central character into a different person. However interesting the Zemeckis movie may be, it might as well be called something like Fred the Dragon-Slayer; it’s not about the Beowulf readers have known for centuries.

    Copyright 2007 Peter Sanderson

  • Trailer Park: BEOWULF and Looking Beyond The Numbers

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here”¦

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    I do realize that the there will always be big, bloated movies that will always haunt my local cineplex.

    After seeing the haul that BEOWULF, the movie where this is the penultimate example of a book being better than the film based on it, took last week it was hard not to believe that there is nothing that Hollywood can’t turn into a bona fide hit at the box office.

    The problem, though, is that its second week drop of over 40%, its cumulative total around 56 million at this point, means that it has a long road to hoe to get it into the black beyond its predicted budget of around 150 million. Yes, you’ve got those IMAX screenings and all those other kitschy 3-D offerings, to say nothing of international box office, DVD, blah, blah, blah but it doesn’t take away from the obvious point that there is a steep climb ahead for this investment to pay off. I can’t say I’m surprised by the drop when you see that this is Zemeckis second dip into the well of “motion capture” (he gets a little testy when you mention the words animation for reasons I can’t understand) and it has the same bizarre look that THE POLAR EXPRESS had when you compare the two; the same vacant look in the characters’ eyes, the less than fluid movement of the people in the frame and the people’s mouth movements border on dubbed kung-fu imports all contribute as to why this is movie that is good but not earth shattering as some would have you believe.

    The point here isn’t to point a finger at a movie that did solid box office but when you hear about the comparisons of other movies of its kind, the one I heard a few times being A SCANNER DARKLY, there is something I hope to try and figure out about what the difference is between movies of this variety.

    I know that what DARKLY did was use rotoscoping, digitally capturing the movements beforehand and then doing everything else in post, its Wikipedia entry even mentioning the word “animate” (Gasp!), but the one glaring difference I didn’t know before investigating these productions was that DARKLY cost around 6 to 8 million to produce compared to the 150 million that BEOWULF took to get it to the big screen.

    Now, these are apple and orange comparisons although I think Variety would like to have a few words about what constitutes animation. However, and I would posit, if you’re talking about the budgets of movies of similar films and want to have a discussion of economies of scale what on earth was Zemeckis doing that would explain the gap in this creative endeavor? THE POLAR EXPRESS was an OK movie, it wasn’t superb, but with a production budget that went upwards of about 170 million wouldn’t it be safe to assume that there have been more than 20 million dollars of savings that could have been made to BEOWULF to try and get this number down but, even excluding that, there is something about the process of marketing this film that couldn’t bring people to the trough. True, it was number one last week and I am sure there are people who still believe that the opening weekend is the end-all-be-all benchmark but in an age of strikes and shareholders who are demanding more value from their corporate overlords there is just the sense I have about the What If’s that come along with thinking about how many variations of how many different stories could have been had for the same amount of money.

    SCANNER DARKLY didn’t blow the air up anyone’s skirts, yes, but when you talk to those filmmakers who have the penny pincher mentality of being able to make more with less there is something inherently timely about the argument for films that bloat to this size and have nothing more to show for it than a few choice pull quotes and the promise that the 32% drop POLAR experienced in the second week (its third release saw a surge in positive gains, it was Thanksgiving weekend) will most likely ensure a downward trend from here on out. That is, unless, Zemeckis animates a Santa cap on old Ray Winstone…which I don’t think is likely to happen.

    It would be nice if people could learn from past experiences but it looks like the more things change, there are those who want to keep it the same. But it’s not Zemeckis’ fault, either, if any of you think I’m pointing a finger. Again, this is the movie…business. He was slick and smart enough to convince someone to pour money into this movie and if there are any kudos he deserves it is for having a great business acumen, convincing those with a checkbook that this was going to be a lock.

    Now, if anyone out there wants to listen to me I have a brilliant idea of converting some works of Proust into an animated (I have no problems with the word) adventure filled with violence, guns and butt secks. Who cares if this strays from the text, it certainly didn’t stop Bob.

    From the I Love Boobs file: A special thanks has to go out to MAS for their help in getting some of these interviews up on the site. Lord knows I need it and their donations of time and effort is always appreciated.

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    CLOVERFIELD (2008)

    Director: Matt Reeves
    Cast: Mike Vogel, Michael Stahl-David
    Release: January 18, 2008
    Synopsis: Secrecy surrounds this monster movie from producer J.J. Abrams (LOST). A mysterious creature attacks New York City, sending the metropolis into chaos.

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    Prognosis: Negative. Nope, I just don’t see what the fuss is about, this modern day BLAIR WITCH PROJECT. The hype doesn’t equate to anything I can see in this trailer.

    Usually, pre-movie release hype centers around a script or a director or even controversy that revolves around a movie’s production yet here, when all anyone had to go off of was a blurry picture of the poster for the film and the doubt whether the flick was going to be called MONSTROUS or the now titled CLOVERFIELD. I am constantly amazed by how much ink some people are willing to spill on nothing more than some clever marketing.

    As it stands, this looks like a mesh between GODZILLA and any number of fauxmentaries, the quite unbelievable drama has the sheen of a YouTube lonelygirl15 stench on it, that pass as entertainment. Simply put, if you’re going to lie to me at least grant me the chance to make it feel like you’re not blatantly trying to suspend my disbelief.

    For starters, the card that reads that there was a “found camera” that captured everything we’re about to see is just a modern hack tool that would’ve been novel a decade ago; thanks for trying, though, as this just starts me thinking like everything from this point has been purposely rigged to make it feel real. Thanks for spoiling my interest.

    The perfectly framed shot of the Statue of Liberty’s head bouncing down the street, I will admit, is pretty keen but the “Oh my God!”s just make me laugh more than anything else because”¦it is all false even in the movie magic sense.

    Hey, a perfectly lit video message for anyone who might stumble upon his camcorder later! What a nice companion piece to go with all this other really good video footage of this attack on New York.

    “Whatever it is…it’s winning”

    From here, I take it, we’re supposed to be assaulted with disjointed shakey-cam footage to increase the tension of what we’re seeing but because we’re already aware, or should be aware, that this is a mix of what we’re supposed to believe is real it just feels needlessly hysterical and over the top. The pixilation of the American soldier’s face is a goofy ass accent that shouldn’t have been done because what comes out of his mouth only does a disservice to the film’s chance of eliciting genuine “oohs” rather than laughing at what they’re doing.

    See, what I hope is being understood is that this movie could be very interesting. The dozen or so troops opening fire in a walking line towards the unseen beast that is attacking New York, should I even mention what happened to GODZILLA when its marketing did all it could to not show you the lizard, is a cool shot. That part is actually interesting but the extended scene of these goofballs screaming their heads off in an obvious soundstage that looks like a quickie mart just takes back any goodwill I’m giving it.

    Same thing goes for the helicopter shot; it’s intense as fuck but when you have the lead actor saying this is a record so people know what happened I can’t help but think that when I try to record anything so people can know what happened at a birthday or a holiday event my camcorder usually craps out after an hour. Unless this guy is weighed down with a Chewbacca like battery belt any explanation of how he can get all this done will just feel well”¦false.

    BE KIND REWIND (2008)

    Director: Michel Gondry
    Cast:
    Mos Def, Jack Black, Danny Glover
    Release: January 25th, 2008
    Synopsis: Jerry (Jack Black) is a junkyard worker who attempts to sabotage a power plant he suspects of causing his headaches. But he inadvertently causes his brain to become magnetized, leading to the unintentional destruction of all the movies in his friend’s (Mos Def) store. In order to keep the store’s one loyal customer, an elderly lady with a tenuous grasp on reality, the pair re-create a long line of films including The Lion King, Rush Hour, Ghostbusters, When We Were Kings, Back to the Future, Driving Miss Daisy, and Robocop , putting themselves and their townspeople into it. They become the biggest stars in their neighborhood.

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    Prognosis: Negative. Sometimes it just pays to be ignorant.

    It wasn’t until I was through the mid point of this trailer when I realized it was Michel Gondry who directed this film. I hadn’t ever heard of the film, I didn’t keep up with the production of the film and it wasn’t until later in the trailer when I read Michel’s name did I put it all together.

    It didn’t take away from the oddness that is his style and, in fact, I was perplexed by what this movie was supposed to be about up until that point.

    I was mesmerized by the premise, mostly. The trailer opens up, innocuously enough, with people coming in to a video store asking about their seemingly erased tapes. I thought it was a unique way to introduce a movie with its insistence on having an extended moment where you have what is a bit of strangeness from the perspective of trying to determine where we are and what time it is. Gondry has a way of pushing that 4th wall ever so slightly and he gets kudos from me for the small, yet effective, visual trick of bending the screen with static.

    Where this trailer eventually goes, with the GHOSTBUSTERS soundtrack beneath it, is a wondrous take-off as Jack Black for once throttles it back a smidge and actually engages me as a viewer. The lo-fi reenactment of the actual GHOSTBUSTERS film, in an effort to somehow salvage his VHS video operation, is equally catchy. I would have no idea that Mos Def had it in him to play such a straight man but that’s the brilliance of Gondry, to take conventional actors and mold them into something more than what we’re used to.

    The second half of the trailer is equally strange but it’s engaging. The recreation of modern films could seem like a one trick gimmick but there’s something more at play if you’re paying hard enough attention.

    There is a sense that this is a film built on how other films can filter their way through reinterpretation. It’s the modern equivalent of a modern cover song; you have what was there before and, if you’re honest and faithful to the source material, there could be something that wasn’t immediately there before you heard it. There’s something new and fresh about the perspective it has and the trailer here expresses some of that between-the-lines love for film. I’m not quite sure the remake of DRIVING MISS DAISY does a lot for my confidence in the success of the film, it gets too “Jack Black-y” for my taste, but hopefully it’s just one moment in a slew of other films they recreate.

    Some of what could immediately be taken for a gimmick surely could be there within the final cut. But, what’s clear by the end of this trailer is that if there is a fair amount of thoughtfulness put into the idea then there could be another reason to just enjoy what Gondry does best.

    If I have any issue at all with this trailer it is that I’m just not sure if this is a movie I feel I need to see immediately; my final impression is tinged with the idea that you have these schlubs who have a old and busted video store, create mini movies to stay alive, Jack Black does his shtick, Mos Def looks like the weigh holding everything down and they all rise to prominence within the community.

    I think the biggest sum of all these parts is: so what? There’s nothing compelling about this trailer and that’s the most disappointing part about this preview.

    THE GOLDEN COMPASS (2007)

    Director(s): Chris Weitz, Bob Shaye
    Cast: Nicole Kidman, Dakota Blue Richards, Sam Elliott, Eva Green, Daniel Craig
    Release: December 7th, 2007
    Synopsis: Based on author Philip Pullman’s bestselling and award-winning novel, The Golden Compass tells the first story in Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy. The Golden Compass is an exciting fantasy adventure, set in an alternative world where people’s souls manifest themselves as animals, talking bears fight wars, and Gyptians and witches co-exist.

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    Prognosis: Positive. This could possibly be the best return to greatness I have ever seen for a trailer.

    Based on this shitageous trailer for the film eons ago when it did nothing for me and only served to aggravate my sense that this was going to be nothing more than a lighter version of the CHRONICLES OF NARNIA and that I should just find another indie to indulge myself in because of the bloated nature of this awful looking film, this trailer came out and has changed my attitude 100%.

    Just because it’s going to be an epic it doesn’t mean you have to market it as so.

    Someone got this through their fat skull and realized that trailers were meant to lie to people and, even if your film is six and a half hours you have two minutes and twenty nine seconds to sex it up a bit. The first trailer, which you can see any number of places, is OK. It’s nothing great; it certainly didn’t excite me enough to even talk about. The reason why it lacks in ways too numerous to list is exactly because there are too many things to list. The trailer challenges you to keep a running tab on all the things that are going on.

    Now, I don’t purport to be an expert on the source material. I know a lot of geeks and nerds get their wide panties in a bunch when adaptations stray from the literary text from which they originated. What these dweebs don’t realize is that it is called the movie business for a reason. There are just some elements that have to go by the wayside and some that have to be included. THE LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy excelled simply because of its faithful adaptation, and the company behind the franchise is smart, wickedly smart, for stamping that message within seconds of this television spot. This does a few things but it does one thing in particular that’s important to keep in mind: establishes credibility.

    Once it does this it is the reeling in of all the sleepy elements that made the first trailer so unwieldy. You had so much territory to cover, so much of it went to making it seem like they were saying “Look how careful we’re being with this story too!” when it did nothing for illiterate wags like me who could not have cared less about the source material but needed a brain dead reason to spend the money to see the movie. I wasn’t given it with the theatrical trailer but I’ll be damned if the 33 seconds this spot spans doesn’t make me yearn with abject glee.

    The way it works so well, then, is after its explanation that this company did the deed with the RINGS trilogy and will do it again with this one we’re launched into a screamingly fast rock track that gets right to the quick.

    It’s my base need to be thrilled and excited that genuinely pays off. You’ve got some babushka bobbing bearded dudes with long swords ready to slice and dice, you’ve got Nicole Kidman doing what she really can only do well, look hot and not saying much, toss in some polar bears that are losing their shit right in the middle of a square (who cares about the reasons why this is even happening), toss in a brunette who is doing some of her own battling in the middle of a dark wasteland, also looking hot and not saying anything, get excited by some animals going to town on one another as they try and kill one another and top it off with Daniel Craig dueling it out with the butt of a rifle.

    I am happy I am an illiterate slob with regard to knowing what’s happening here because I have no clue how this all fits together. I am sure the book is a wonderful piece of literature that kids everywhere appreciated with regard to pointing fingers at organized religion.

    I also have no reason why I am especially giddy by a polar bear swatting some canine but if this is an allegory of what people are feeling about predatory, pedophile priests then I am so in.

    This is, head and shoulders, the exact M.O. that should be employed when trying to sell another epic to a public that has been sold on multiple variants of the RINGS trilogy ever since it was shown that it can be successful; there needs to be a reason to go and spend the money.

  • Toy Box: It’s The Time Of Year For… Toys For Tots!

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    As adults collecting toys, we really have it made. We can eat our cake and have it too – we’re reliving the joy of our childhoods through our collecting habits of our old age. But there are lots of children out there who don’t have the kind of childhood we had – or the kind of childhood we wish we’d had. These children are less fortunate than we were, or at least most certainly less fortunate than we are now.

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    In 1947, a woman named Diane Hicks had made a Raggedy Ann doll as a craft project, and decided that it should go to a less fortunate child at Christmas time. She asked her husband, Bill Hendricks, a major in the Marine Corp Reserves in Los Angeles, to find an agency that could deliver this toy appropriately. When he found that none existed, she suggested that he start one. That first year, he collected and distributed 5000 toys to needy children. And thus was born Toys for Tots.

    The program was so successful that in 1948, the Marine Corp adopted it and turned it nationwide. It’s been delivering on it’s goal to bring the joy of Christmas to America’s needy children ever since.

    During the 2006 Toys for Tots Campaign, local Toys for Tots Coordinators distributed 19.2 million toys to 7.6 million needy children.Concurrently, local campaigns were conducted in 558 communities covering all 50 states, the District of Columbia, Puerto Rico, and the Virgin Islands – the most extensive coverage ever.

    Over the 59 years of the U.S. Marine Corps Reserve Toys for Tots Program, Marines have distributed more than 370 million toys to more than 173 million needy children. This charitable endeavor has made U.S. Marines the unchallenged leaders in looking after needy children at Christmas. Over its 16 year life span, the Marine Toys for Tots Foundation has supplemented local toy collections with more than 70.2 million toys valued at more than $387 million; plus has provided promotion and support materials valued at over $4.7 million. I’m proud to say that I’ve helped in those numbers for the past decade, and I’d like you to consider giving back some of your love of toys to children that might not ever realize just how wonderful it can be.

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    So here’s your call to arms. You collect toys because of the love you developed for those silly playthings of your youth. By giving new, unopened toys to your local Toys for Tots campaigns, you can give other children the chance to develop that same bond, to have that special friend in Pooh or Tigger, or to learn just how much fun they can have with a couple G.I. Joes and an empty lot.

    When you see those toys on clearance, think about it. Is it really all that much to spend a little on bringing the joy to a child on Christmas morning? I’d think most of us would agree that helping kids is the greatest work we can do.

    To get further information on the program, and contact information for local coordinators, check the official web site at www.toysfortots.org. There will be drop off bins at many of your local stores, including Toys R Us again this year. Do what you can, even if it’s only a little – every bit helps.

    And now back to your regularly scheduled programming!

  • Comics in Context #204: Was It A Dark And Stormy Life?

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    cic2007-11-27.jpgOn the day before Thanksgiving I once again headed to New York City’s American Museum of Natural History, in large part to see the gigantic balloons for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, which are inflated on the side streets alongside the museum and lie there all night, awaiting the start of the festivities. I regard the Macy’s parade as, in part, a celebration of cartoon art, since many of the balloons represent iconic figures from comics and animation. In past years for example, there have been balloons of Spider-Man and SpongeBob SquarePants.

    The first time I went to see the balloons being inflated, several years ago, was pleasantly enjoyable, perhaps because I did it during the late afternoon. But this year I stayed on the museum, looking at new exhibits, until closing time, when the balloons were fully inflated, night had fallen, and people had gotten home from work following the usual early holiday closing. The sidewalks surrounding the museum were flooded with a sea of people. moving slowly but inexorably along. In other words, it was not unlike trying to move through the main aisles at the San Diego Comic Con. This year there were even crowds on the sidewalks across from the museum! Don’t believe anyone who tells you that all New Yorkers leave the city for Thanksgiving. Afterwards, I marveled at how many people were out on Broadway, several blocks away from the museum.

    For much of my time looking at the balloons, I was behind parents who were pushing a baby carriage containing a infant who was obviously too young to appreciate the balloons and was wailing loudly–perhaps frightened by being hemmed in by these strange adults towering over him?

    Along 81st Street, near the intersection with Central Park West, lay the new balloon of Shrek, the movie version, of course, who was smiling benevolently at the passersby. I reflected that the misanthropic Shrek of William Steig’s original book would be horrified at being surrounded by so many children (see “Comics in Context” #186: “Le Petit Chef”).

    Behind him was great Cthulhu–I mean, Pikachu of Pokemon, at a greater size even than his manifestations at the New York and San Diego Comic Cons, where I suspect he feasts upon the brains of attendees. Luckily for us, this Pikachu/Cthulhu looked sound asleep as he lay on the street, as if Manhattan reminded him of his home town of R’leyh.

    Then there was a silvery balloon in the somewhat abstracted form of a rabbit which may have puzzled onlookers that evening, but turned out to have been designed by contemporary artist Jeff Koons, whose work I’ve seen at the Museum of Modern Art. Koons’ “Rabbit“ provides another example of the blurring of the boundaries between high and low at: here is a significant artist in the fine art world working in a supposed children’s medium, that of the giant Macy’s balloon. It’s not unlike what’s been happening in comics and animation.

    On the opposite side of the museum, along 77th Street, was another rabbit, the familiar Energizer Bunny, who, unlike his fellow balloon creatures, stood upright. It was an enjoyably amusing sight, despite my qualms that the Energizer Bunny, who appears only in commercials, was too much of a corporate icon to be in the parade.

    Heading down 77th Street back towards Central Park West, I passed a brobdingnagian Scooby Doo, whose colossal facial features projected a goofy joyousness rather than his more celebrated look of sheer terror. Beyond him was another dog, whose big smile was quieter, even beatific: Snoopy, wearing his Flying Ace helmet and holding binoculars, as if he would be gazing at the paradegoers even as they looked upward at him.

    Snoopy’s presence in the parade testifies to the continued hold that the comic strip Peanuts exerts on the American imagination, seven years after the death of its creator Charles M. Schulz, after which no more new Peanuts strips appeared.

    Further evidence is provided by David Michaelis’s new biography, Schulz and Peanuts, and the considerable attention that it has received in the news media. Based upon years of research and over two hundred interviews (listed in the back of the book), Michaelis demonstrates how elements of Schulz’s life–his emotionally reserved father, the early, painful death of his mother from cancer, romantic rejection, lack of appreciation for his artistic talents, his dysfunctional first marriage–are reflected in his work on Peanuts.

    I had forgotten that I first wrote about Michaelis three years ago in the course of reviewing the first of Fantagraphics’ series of Peanuts reprint collections, for which Michaelis supplied an introductory essay (see “Comics in Context” #66: “A Christmas Potpourri”). Back then I wrote that “Michaelis contends that the darkness within Peanuts was a projection of “˜the private, quiet, depressed Scandinavian part of Schulz’s character. . . .’ Michaelis asserts that “˜Schulz dared to use his own quirks–a lifelong sense of alienation, insecurity and inferiority–to draw the real feelings of his life and time.’” According to Michaelis’s book, Schulz remained emotionally distant in various respects even from friends and family throughout his life. Michaelis quotes Schulz as saying that “depression” was “the wrong term” for his condition and that “I would say “˜melancholy’ would be a better term for myself. Perhaps “˜fearful.’ Perhaps “˜anxious.’ Although this may make life itself rather uncomfortable, it is certainly a good and maybe even necessary trait for a cartoonist to have” (Michaelis p. 435).

    Months ago I interviewed Michaelis for Publishers Weekly‘s Comics Week. When I asked him about the Schulz family’s reaction to his portrait of the cartoonist, Michaelis spoke about their generous cooperation with him. When I spoke with him in early September, members of the Schulz family had not yet gone public with their disagreements with the book (as they did in The New York Times, October 8, 2007. Michaelis must have known about their disapproval, but arguably it was justifiable for him not to tell me about it if I didn’t already know. Then again, when I interviewed Mark Evanier about his forthcoming book Kirby: King of Comics, Mark told me about “stormy” periods in his relationship with Kirby without my even asking.

    Several of Schulz’s children have explained why they disagree with the book on the animation blog “Cartoon Brew.” Schulz’s son Monte sums it up at one point: “I can tell you absolutely that he was not a depressed, melancholy person, nor was he unaffectionate and absent as a parent”.

    Various people have written into Cartoon Brew expressing outrage that Michaelis would have a different perspective on Schulz than his children, as if Michaelis were some sort of monster, willfully distorting the truth. In the October 14, 2007 New York Times, Randy Kennedy observed, perhaps wearily, that “Such arguments are nothing particularly new in the world of biography. Writers and loved ones often end up staring each other down across a big chasm separating substantially different versions of a subject both claim to know intimately.”

    Who is more correct–Michaelis or the Schulz children? I never met Schulz, so I can’t testify from personal experience. Some of Michaelis’s critics even claim that they met Schulz once and he was pleasant and witty, so how could he possibly be distant and melancholic? But of course any individual has multiple facets to his personality, and a person’s public persona does not necessarily reflect his private emotions.

    Nevertheless, I recommend that readers listen to a podcast interview with Michaelis that was conducted in connection with BookExpo America 2007. Michaelis comes across here as he did in my interview with him: his respect for Schulz and his work, and his earnestness in seeking to understand both, are evident.

    I wasn’t shocked by reading Schulz and Peanuts because I had already gone through the disillusionment of discovering that Charles Schulz was different from his public image when I reviewed the aforementioned first volume of Fantagraphics’ Peanuts reprints. As I wrote at the time, “Indeed, Schulz as he himself appears in this book provides evidence for Michaelis’s thesis. Michaelis quotes Schulz as saying, “˜I think life is full of anxieties and fears and tears. It has a lot of grief in it, and it can be very grim.’ The book includes an interview that comics historian Rick Marschall and Fantagraphics publisher Gary Groth conducted with Schulz in 1987, in which Schulz comes off as both artistically ambitious and curmudgeonly. Schulz had a reputation for being staunchly religious: in last year’s Christmas column, I marveled at how explicitly Christian the ending of A Charlie Brown Christmas, in contrast to so many other Christmas TV specials that deal only with the secular side of the holiday (see “Comics in Context” #24). So it’s a surprise that in the interview Schulz admits, “˜I have no idea why we’re here and I have no idea what happens after you die.’” (See “Comics in Context” #66: “A Christmas Potpourri.”) Moreover, though Schulz is said to have been generous towards various younger cartoonists, and befriended some of them, in the Groth-Marschall interview he comes off as downright mean-spirited towards the younger generation of comic strip artists. In the interview Schulz contends that he likes none of the newer comic strips (circa 1987), although when asked specifically about Gary Larson’s The Far Side, he concedes that he likes that one.

    Heidi MacDonald, the ubiquitous Beat, has famously met seemingly everyone in comics, including, once, Charles M. Schulz. But her shock of disillusionment seems to have been greater than my own. “I can’t pretend that I knew Charles Schulz at all, but I did interview him once over a decade ago, and the impression I got from a half hour conversation was that the guy never ever let go of anything sad that had happened to him. (The sadness in his voice when he talked about the death of his dog 50 years previously was heartbreaking.) If that was the takeaway from a short talk with a complete stranger, I would suspect that this profound melancholy was a regular part of his character, and it certainly was reflected in his work. I’m sure there were other aspects of his character (his kindness was also well known) but the melancholy was so pronounced that once I got over the shock of actually talking to Charles Schulz, I never forgot it. “ She correctly points out that “This view is not incompatible with the kind, caring father remembered by his kids”¦great artists are complex, and Schulz was both.”

    Some people posting on the Net furiously condemn Michaelis and his book without having read it. Before writing this week’s column, I reread much of Schulz and Peanuts and was impressed with how thoroughly Michaelis backs up his depiction of Schulz with footnoted quotations from his numerous sources, including members of the Schulz family. Although Michaelis has been accused of getting various facts wrong, which are of relatively minor importance, no one to my knowledge has accused him of misquoting his interviewees. The glowing reviews that the book has received from the likes of novelist John Updike in The New Yorker, The New York Times‘ lead book critic Michiko Kakutani, and even Calvin and Hobbes creator Bill Watterson in The Wall Street Journal testify to how strongly Michaelis makes his case: all of them find his portrait of the man behind Peanuts wholly persuasive.

    Moreover, Michaelis does provide occasional glimpses of the side of Schulz that several Schulz children claim that he overlooked. For example, Michaelis reports that Schulz and his first wife Joyce “could still let go and have fun. One never-to-be-forgotten time became known in the family as the Huge Water Fight. It started when [daughter] Meredith, doing the dishes, sprayed her father, and he wrestled the sprayer away and doused Joyce. [Sons] Monte and Craig entered the fray with squirt guns. . .and soon everyone was spraying everybody else, using any receptacle they could find” (Michaelis p. 333).

    Later Michaelis states that Schulz “took deep pleasure in his role as family chauffeur,” and that the family station wagon “was the place he felt most intimate with his children. “˜That was the joy of my life,’ he later mused. “˜I discovered that my place was to be with the kids” (Michaelis pgs. 364-365). Soon afterwards Michaelis declares that Schulz was “devoted to the children” (Michaelis p. 366).

    Later, Michaelis writes about Schulz, “With his children he had been fun and silly. . .correct and courteous, considerate and kind, amusing and witty. “˜Each one of us will tell you that our dad was wonderful company at every stage of our lives,’ said Monte. “˜He was such a fun dad to have’” (Michaelis, p. 539). Perhaps Michaelis does not devote enough space to Schulz’s love for his children, but he does not utterly ignore it.

    People who accuse Michaelis of portraying Schulz as unlikable and unsympathetic are misreading the book. Michaelis makes it plain that Schulz could be quite charming, and that, indeed, when he reached seventy, “Women adored him, found him attractive, loved being with him” (Michaelis p. 536), leading to his various platonic relationships with younger female friends. By illuminating the causes of Schulz’s insecurities and doubts and melancholy in his youth, Michaelis won my sympathy for Schulz. In fact, for me the controversial section about Schulz’s one extramarital affair with a young woman named Tracey, during his dysfunctional marriage with Joyce, to be the highlight of the book. Through Michaelis’s skillful account, the reader can see why Tracey would find Schulz charming and even lovable. After all of his past miseries, I thought that Schulz deserved to find happiness with Tracey, and I found myself rooting for Schulz to stay with her, although that was not to be.

    As regular readers know, I’ve been writing about Danny Fingeroth’s book Disguised as Clark Kent this month, and in the course of discussing the secret identity motif, he refers to the autobiography of movie director Samuel Fuller, A Third Face. As Fingeroth states, Fuller “explains the book’s title as referring to the three “˜faces’–identities–an individual exhibits: the one he shows the world, the one he shows his family and friends, and the “˜third face,’ the one that only he himself sees” (Fingeroth, Dressed as Clark Kent, p. 101).

    That makes sense, and it’s applicable to Schulz’s case. Isn’t it possible that Schulz generally showed a cheerful, charming “face” to the world but suffered from doubts and inner turmoil that he usually kept hidden? This doesn’t mean that his public persona was a hollow facade; it probably represented a genuine side of his personality, but not the only side.

    Further, upon consideration, it does not surprise me that some of his children saw a different side of Schulz than the side upon which Michaelis focuses. I cam see parallels in my own life. My father was in combat during World War II, but apart from acknowledging that fact, he never speaks about it. In the war he obviously underwent emotions and experiences that he does not wish his children to know about. Instead, we know him as a cheerful, caring parent.

    Good parents tend to want their children to have better lives than they did. So it’s surely possible that Schulz could have been a caring father in various ways, in reaction against the unhappiness in his own childhood.

    I also recall talking with a relative about our relationships with a third member of our family, and discovering that she had a completely different impression of his behavior than I did. Was he showing her a different side of his personality than he showed me? Or do she and I interpret his behavior differently?

    That leads to another question: how would any of us and our families look from an outsider’s perspective? Have you ever been in a situation in which you are talking to someone who badmouths a friend of yours? I have, and in some cases I can understand why my friend is being criticized, but in others I am surprised and bewildered: how could this person so dislike a person I care about? Family members or close friends may well tend to excuse or overlook each other’s faults. At his October 18, 2007 appearance at the Barnes & Noble in Manhattan’s Lincoln Square, Michaelis told the audience that on many occasions when he was interviewing someone who knew Schulz, the interviewee would mention some incident in which Schulz behaved unpleasantly, but would then immediately add that that wasn’t the way Schulz ordinarily behaved. Michaelis’s point was that those examples of bad behavior did happen from time to time and did reveal an aspect of Schulz’s character.

    As a creative artist, Schulz revealed his “third face” in his work. What I find most fascinating about Schulz and Peanuts is that Michaelis finds and reprints specific examples of Peanuts strips that reflect people, events, and emotions in the course of Schulz’s life. One of the governing principles of Michaelis’s book is that Schulz’s Peanuts is to a large degree an autobiographical work. Sometimes Schulz may have been consciously aware of the autobiographical implications of one of his strips; other times he may not have been, but the subtexts were present nonetheless.

    There seemed to be a new critical reevaluation of Schulz’s work soon after his death, when he was no longer around to disagree with it. The emphasis was on the angst in Peanuts, especially in its early years, and especially as personified by Charlie Brown. And it’s true, the melancholy and sense of alienation are there in the strips.

    But I suspect that underlying this reevaluation may be a critical bias that comics, or perhaps work in any medium, has to be dark in mood in order to be taken seriously as art. I keep seeing Schulz depicted as the forebear of Chris Ware and Daniel Clowes. Certainly, their work is influenced by Schulz’s. sometimes even making rather explicit references to Peanuts. But characteristically the misery and alienation in Ware and Clowes’ work outweighs the humor. But aren’t a wide range of genuinely humorous newspaper strips, spanning the period from Johnny Hart’s B. C. to Patrick McDonnell’s Mutts and beyond just as clearly influenced by Peanuts and Schulz’s style of humor?

    Michaelis correctly sees and shows how Schulz’s work in Peanuts reveals the cartoonist’s inner demons. Indeed, the strips demonstrate the truth in Michaelis’s portrait of Schulz.

    But the strips also show another side of Schulz’s personality that Michaelis does not sufficiently emphasize. In his book Michaelis acknowledges that Charlie Brown and Snoopy are the Peanuts characters who most represent their creator. Describing a strip in which Schulz’s two characters lie with their heads propped against opposite sides of a tree, Michaelis refers to “Charlie Brown and Snoopy, his own two personae, on either side of the tree of life (Michaelis, p. 473).

    (Michaelis also insightfully points out that Schroeder, who conjures classical music from a toy piano, represents Schulz, the cartoonist who created great art through the “children’s” medium of the comic strip. Michaelis also persuasively asserts that Schroeder’s ignoring Lucy’s advances to concentrate on his music demonstrates Schulz’s own priorities when it came to his work and to emotional involvement with others.)

    Michaelis also maintains that from 1967 onward Snoopy displaced Charlie Brown as the real lead character in the strip. But he does not sufficiently explore the implications of this shift.

    Three years ago this month I wrote the following in my review of Fantagraphics’ first Peanuts reprint volume (see “Comics in Context” #66: “A Christmas Potpourri”): “. . .as the strip evolved, it became clear that it had not one star but two: the other was Snoopy, the dog with a human consciousness, who is yin to Charlie Brown’s yang. Charlie Brown can be morose; Snoopy is often jolly, even exuberantly dancing on his hind legs. Charlie Brown frets about his role in life; Snoopy can, too, but the simple pleasures of being fed at suppertime are enough to make him happy, even ecstatic. Charlie Brown is the Everyman as mediocrity, trapped by his own limitations, doomed to failure. Snoopy is a dog who transcends his own canine nature: he thinks like a human being, he walks upright on his hind legs, he writes novels (bad ones, true, but as Dr. Samuel Johnson would say, the miracle is that he writes at all), and he is even the only good player on Charlie Brown’s infamously incompetent baseball team. Charlie Brown’s wishes almost never come true, and his friend Linus awaits the coming of the Great Pumpkin (Schulz’s counterpart to Beckett’s Godot) in vain. But Snoopy easily adopts other personae (ranging from other animals to Charlie Brown’s opposite number, “Joe Cool”) and can even escape into a fantasy world, famously the one in which he is a heroic World War I pilot battling the Red Baron. (Sometimes when Snoopy fantasizes being in a World War I French tavern, for example, Schulz draws the tavern around him, as if Snoopy somehow actually is there.)”

    I summed up, “Snoopy is the spirit of optimism that balances Charlie Brown’s pessimism. They represent the two poles of Peanuts‘ worldview. If Charles Schulz could feel as depressed as his semi-namesake Charlie Brown, then surely he must have also found an emotional outlet in Snoopy’s joie de vivre.”

    If Snoopy took over the star role in Peanuts as the decades passed, does that indicate that the optimistic side of Schulz’s personality was becoming dominant? Michaelis observes that Snoopy’s role as scoutmaster to Woodstock and his fellow birds resembles the role of a parent. Might the strips with Snoopy and the birds reflect the side of Schulz’s personality that some of his children insist that Michaelis ignores? In his review of Schulz and Peanuts in The New Yorker (October 22, 2007), John Updike observes that “With the introduction, in 1970, of Snoopy’s friend the tiny yellow bird Woodstock, Schulz gave himself access to a whole fresh realm of tenderness; a sort of parenthood at last crept into the strip, where human parents are invisible.”

    Julie Phillips, in her review of Schulz and Peanuts in the Sunday Nov. 11, 2007 Washington Post, writes, “One thing that might be missing from this otherwise fascinating book–and maybe this is what the [Schulz’s] children feel–is an explanation for the joy and pleasure that shine through his work. Where, in his lonely Minnesota upbringing, did Charles Schulz learn to let Snoopy dance?”

    Michaelis writes that “Snoopy’s spontaneous, soul-satisfying dances made him a genuine free spirit whose only commitment was to ecstasy itself.” (Michaelis, p. 395) He adds that “Peanuts in the new age of Snoopy was bolder but still quietly dissident, laying claim to joy, pleasure, naturalness and a self-glorifying spontaneity.” Michaelis declares that “Snoopy’s basic desire” is “to transcend his existence as a dog by altering his state of mind,” which Michaelis correctly links to the spirit of the late Sixties (Michaelis, p. 396).

    Might it be that Schulz also “altered” his “state of mind” as time passed? Yes, in Peanuts Schulz expressed his sense of isolation and melancholy and failure, most of all through Charlie Brown. But isn’t the larger point that in Peanuts Schulz usually presents his characters’ angst and alienation from a comedic perspective? Doesn’t this demonstrate that Schulz, at least to degree, could, through his creativity, rise above his inner demons and laugh at them, and laugh sympathetically at the side of himself who, like Charlie Brown, suffered from them? (In sharp contrast, Ware and Clowes often seem mired in depression in their work.)

    But still, Michaelis presents evidence that Schulz’s inner demons tormented him to the end of his life. Although he had served in Europe during World War II, Schulz was terrified by the prospect of travel. “His fear, as he explained it to [his second wife] Jeannie in 1973, “˜was that he would panic on the plane–that he would lose control, start screaming’” (Michaelis p. 515). His friend, fellow cartoonist Cathy Guisewite, said that “You never felt like anything you said or did would ever make him feel really loved” (Michaelis p. 532).

    Michaelis describes an incident when Schulz was in the hospital during the final months of his life.

    “”No one loves me,’ he [Schulz] said to Chuck Bartley.

    ” “˜Sparky [Schulz’s nickname], everyone loves you,’ said Chuck.

    “”˜That’s right,’ said Cousin Patty. “˜And you know why?’ she said to Bartley.

    “‘Why?”

    “”˜Because they don’t know him.” At which Sparky let out a big laugh.” (Michaelis, pages 557-557).

    And there is further evidence, though Michaelis does not say so, of Schulz’s characteristic ability to laugh at his personal demons and himself.

    Shortly after Schulz and Peanuts was published, PBS’s American Masters series presented the new documentary “Good Ol’ Charles Schulz,” for which Michaelis served as a consultant and appeared on camera. (Could this be the first American Masters dedicated to a comics creator?) But Michaelis wasn’t in charge of the film, which, though it portrayed Schulz as a caring father, nonetheless reached conclusions about his melancholic personality that were similar to Michaelis’s book. The documentary likewise showed Peanuts strips that seemed to relate to events in Schulz’s life, often choosing selections that do not appear in the Michaelis book. Members of the Schulz family are reportedly unhappy about this documentary as well, but it may set you wondering whether the documentary confirms Michaelis’s take on their mutual subject.

    Michaelis’s Schulz and Peanuts is surely only the first book to be written about Charles Schulz following the latter’s death. There will be more, and it is likely that some of Schulz’s colleagues in comics and animation will eventually wrote their own memoirs, in which they will give their impressions of Schulz. So in ten or twenty years we should be able to evaluate whether Schulz and Peanuts was on the wrong track or whether it was an important pioneering book in providing a better understanding of Charles Schulz and his body of work. I suspect that Schulz and Peanuts provides an incomplete portrait of its title subjects, but that it will nonetheless prove to be a landmark work in biographical studies of the great figures of the comics medium.

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  • Trailer Park: KING OF CARS and A Thanksgiving Classic

    By Christopher Stipp

    Archives? Right Here”¦

    Instead of manning-up and actually going the emotionally hard route of being outrightly rejected by publishers, I’m rejecting them first and allowing you to give my entire book a preview, let you read the whole thing or, if you like, download the whole damn thing at no cost. Download and read my first book “Thank You, Goodnight” for FREE.

    This is one DVD I don’t have to wish for this year and I couldn’t be more pleased. It’s A&E’s original series, KING OF CARS, and they’ve finally released the first season on DVD. The show’s real attraction isn’t in its plot line, there isn’t one, nor is it for any larger than life individual that so many other “reality” programs tries to lull you into believing was the cause for them getting their own show; it’s the averageness of everyone you see in this show that makes it a standout series and it’s why it is still one of my only favorites out there today.

    One of the things that struck me as I re-watched this unbeleivably engaging series about a car lot on the outskirts of Las Vegas was how much you could identify with these men and women who are out to sell a few people on some deals. You’ve got the ringleader, Chop, who lords over his business with a flair for the extraordinary in order to motivate the unmotivated and for his constant quest to find ways to amuse every last worker under his employ to sell…just…one…more…car.

    You get to know the salespeople by name, by their tactics, their catchphrases. For every single one of us who have ever had to sell anything to stay afloat (some of us still do and you get a lot of people’s stories as to why they’re selling cars) you can identify with these human beings who you see have down on their luck stories and are just trying to survive. While some are just blatantly ill equipped to sell anything more than a box of Chicklets there is genuineness in every person that crosses the lot in order to get an “up” or for every deal that goes south for no good reason.

    And that’s the point here with the DVD: there isn’t any covering up for the deals that don’t get made or for why sometimes even a bad situation can be made into a learning situation. There are no scripted, ham fisted attempts to make a logical plot line fit into a round hole and there are moments when you see salespeople who you follow get told that they’re not good enough to have around because they’re causing the business money and I think this is where the series succeeds.

    Chop is the old fashioned huckster who believes genuinely in what he sells and he’s not out to take anyone’s money who aren’t willing to part with it willingly. He creates an atmosphere of part pressure cooker, part circus sideshow and another part of passion that he hopes rubs off on those he’s trying to make into seasoned sales professionals. The problem with this is that people who dedicate their lives to the sales profession give themselves to a lifestyle that brims with a little obnoxiousness that others who sit behind a desk and push a pencil will never understand.

    Want to know why you’re still allowed to push that pencil? It’s due to a salesperson’s success and any organization that wants to scoff at those who hunt after that feeling you get when your prey takes up a pen and scrawls their name at the bottom of a contract (there is *nothing* like it) deserves everything it gets. And Chop knows this. He treats the job as an un-job. There are no two ways of doing the same deal and this series continues to be a draw for me both casually and professionally.

    Also, I just received word that you can buy this from A&E’s video store at a severely discounted price in honor of Black Friday and Cyber Monday; Christmas came a little earlier.

    Now, it’s also about that time of the year when my thoughts turn to Del Griffith and Neal Page.

    TRAINS, PLANES AND AUTOMOBILES still remains in the top 5 of my personal holiday movies and, really, for good reason; it’s a film that transcends the normal sappy crap and pap that you get with other holiday flicks that normally flirt with the shtick that only after adversity can there be a happily ever after scenario where all is right with the world. TPA took that step beyond any preconception that a holiday movie had to be wacky, goofy and tied up with enough schmaltz to make it abundantly clear you would never come close in real life to comparing with the characters on the screen. TPA made you believe that Thanksgiving was just the means to an end that seemingly had no end and that those of us in the real world who are hucksters, sellers or businesspeople could easily relate to these goofballs who end up with one another. John Hughes finally gave the adults something worth watching, as evidenced by my father who took me to see it when I was still too young to see it myself (Steve Martin’s F-bomb laced tirade to Mrs. Patty Poole was honestly etched into my mind as one of the most shockingly fabulous moments I was ever allowed to witness), and secured his place as a dynamic filmmaker who transitioned out of kid/adolescent specialist and into the purveyor of Holiday Classic goodness.

    TPA stands up to age. It stands up simply because of its faithfulness to its characters and its story. There could be any number of directions where the movie could have slid into Movie of the Week territory but it’s a flick that bucks every effort to put it in Hallmark territory. If you forgive the odd ending that seems to put a too fine a point on a story that could have ended on a more serious note, but it’s still an ending that works, then there isn’t any reason why this movie shouldn’t be a beloved tradition right next to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade.

    It’s part of mine.

    Enjoy the holiday…

    WALL-E (2008)

    Director: Andrew Stanton
    Cast: Fred Willard, Jeff Garlin (Voices)
    Release: June 27, 2008
    Synopsis: The year is 2700. WALL*E, a robot, spends every day doing what he was made for. But soon, he will discover what he was meant for.

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    Prognosis: Negative. You’ve just got to be kidding me here.

    One of the first things I was on the record as saying, long before anyone else decided to go along with the theory, was that the concept of Pixar’s CARS was redundant. Seemingly based on visuals and an idea that had come along decades before in a cartoon that had cars that had headlights for eyes and talked out of their mouths where the bumpers are located, the concept was done. It was truly old hat and when Pixar got their mittens on it they did nothing more than add some talent behind the voices and viola.

    RATATOUILLE similarly suffered but only insofar as the marketing went. It happened to be a great story that had less to do with an entire movie focused on a rat but was, at its core, had more to do with the humans in it than the trailers would have led myself and the rest of you in on; it was a pleasant surprise, mind you, and the eventual movie was received well because of its well-rounded storyline.

    Now you’ve got a trailer that, and please correct me if I’m wrong, looks like someone deep in the bowels at Pixar thought that Fisher Stevens’ turn as the world’s greatest Hindi this side of such cross-national emulations like C. Thomas Howell’s twist on the black face in SOUL MAN or Anthony Hopkins’ bucket-o-bronzer for his debonair twist as a Spaniard in ZORRO. Yes, what you’ve got here is a movie, on the surface, that wants to resurrect the look and feel for SHORT CIRCUIT with a little *BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED for emotional measure.

    I mean, really, just LOOK at that robot we’re introduced to in the opening sequence! I usually don’t get emotional about things in a trailer but as the little robot wheels on the screen to change out the light bulb on the Pixar lamp there is really only one reasonable, sound and educated deduction you can make as a rational human being: that’s Johnny Fucking 5! It’s like someone compacted the damn thing and he’s now a quarter of the size.

    I can’t concentrate on what else we have to try and consume here in the trailer as I’m just reeling from the whole binoculars for a head looking alike, the tank tread that makes the robot go forward, all of it. If there ever was a case to be made as to why there needs to be a better vetting process when it comes to stories being eerily similar to something else which was already done and pounded in the ground this would be it.

    Now, don’t take my shock for this concept as being somehow disappointed in the Pixar brand. I bet you all dollars to doughnuts that when this little trash-compactor-that-could finds out what he was really meant for in life that this could be the greatest story since Leviticus. What I am saying is that when you watch this teaser and you are hit with the “whoa” of the diminutive little robot, resplendent with doe eyes, natch, any person over the age of 30 has to scratch their head and wonder why this all seems familiar.

    I didn’t mean to break bad on CARS last year but I still can’t get over how hackneyed the visuals were when you consider that it was done decades ago. Here, as well, we have a visual palate that hearkens back to a terribly done comedy and there doesn’t seem to be anything to take away that would inform me otherwise.

    As far as it stands this just feels like another entry into the SHORT CIRCUIT franchise.

    LAKE OF FIRE (2007)

    Director: Tony Kaye
    Cast:
    Flip Benham, Dr. John Britton, Pat Buchanan, Noam Chomsky, Alan M. Dershowitz
    Release: October 3rd, 2007 (Limited)
    Synopsis: A graphic documentary on both sides of the abortion debate.

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    Prognosis: Positive. The trailer demands your attention even before you have a moment to judge.

    One of the things that I really enjoy about finding trailers like this is that you have the expectation that the only way you’re going to have a documentary be accepted into the social consciousness as a project worth commenting on is to have the flash and substance of its fictitious brothers and sisters. A little baiting, a little sizzle, a little Michael Moore-ish type of bravado, is all one thinks they would need in order to turn a human interest piece into a marketing peddler’s dream.

    Not so here.

    What we get is a rather slow and methodical opening that goes against what you would probably expect from a powder keg. We’re given a static but effective “From the Acclaimed Director”¦” jazz that we would expect any good trailer to begin with but it’s the “18 Years in the Making” that starts me wondering. What could have taken 18 years to do?

    Before I can answer I am thrust into the quote given to us by Time Out New York and, frankly, I didn’t think you could toss up that many polysyllabic fricatives without causing the general public to explode from the effort of reading the screen. It’s almost too much to say that there could no way the film could live up to the superlatives hurled upon it.

    Now, when we get to the actual film, the first scene being allowed to play out wherein an older gentleman talks about the impact of education that supports the teaching of using condoms with regard to a little girl who stands right before him the entire time, you’re immediately pushed forward to thinking about what is really being discussed.

    Some protester shouts out that Jeffrey Dahmer was pro-choice.

    You have a wonderfully composed man talking about what is at the core of the debate surrounding abortion.

    Some dude sings God Bless America (I’m thinking he’s on the side of pro-life), some rock and roll woman wearing black X’s on her nipples and donning some leather undergoods vamps on a stage, a person hoisting a sign dressed as Skeletor with the words “Abortion” scrawled on his chest as it carrys a sickle and a doll and then there’s a clinical worker who cleaves the meaning between miscarriage and abortion for a woman who looks scared as all get out.

    Then there’s the woman who talks about three physicians she’s worked for in abortion clinics, all three of them murdered, as we see one of their prostrated bodies on the ground. And who would have thought that Alan Dershowitz would come correct with one of the more profound messages regarding this whole issue: Everybody is right when it comes to the issue of abortion.

    The sheer ambiguity of the angles that usually infuse this argument, be it pro, hyphen, life or choice, is what makes this an interesting trailer that deserves some attention. No doubt that this movie will ignite the passions in all of us regarding this issue but this trailer does an excellent job in presenting its wares without pushing us to buy.

    WHAT WOULD JESUS BUY? (2007)

    Director(s): Rob VanAlkemade
    Cast: Bill Talen, Savitri D, James Solomon Benne
    Release: November 16, 2007 (Limited)
    Synopsis: From producer Morgan Spurlock (Super Size Me) and director Rob VanAlkemade, “What Would Jesus Buy?” examines the commercialization of Christmas in America while following Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping Gospel Choir on a cross-country mission to save Christmas from the Shopocalypse (the end of humankind from consumerism, over-consumption and the fires of eternal debt.) The film also delves into issues such as the role sweatshops play in America’s mass consumerism and Big-Box Culture. From the humble beginnings of preaching at his portable pulpit on New York City subways, to having a congregation of thousands – Bill Talen (aka Rev. Billy) has become the leader of not just a church, but a national movement. Rev. Billy’s epic journey takes us to chilling exorcisms at Wal-Mart headquarters, to retail interventions at the Mall of America, and all the way to the Promised Land on Christmas Day. The Stop Shopping mission reminds us that even though we may be “hypnotized and consumerized,” we still have a chance to save ourselves this Christmas.

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    Prognosis: Positive. Here’s the deal: we all know the message that Christmas has been commercialized beyond any veil of propriety. It’s immutably tacit every Sunday when you get the circulars in the paper, it’s on every channel on the televison when programs go to commercial and it permeates the environment with billboards, radio spots and everything else that can tell you that Christmas is only X days away.

    We all know this and yet we consume. It seems to be more an issue of us trying to ignore what’s really at the core than it is our apparent consumerism.

    Thanks be to the Lord, then, for Morgan Spurlock showing us what this holiday really, financially, represents. I really think it’s appropriate that we start this trailer with a man at a gas pump asking some deity for forgiveness for something. It’s bizarre but entirely appropriate as we launch into what the hell is going on.

    It’s the montage we’ve all seen when any film fades into the holidays: visages of Santa, copious amount of lights and flickering tinsel, the ramping up of electronic cash registers and the passing of dollar bills.

    “Last year Americans spent $455 billion during the holidays”

    I don’t know why Spurlock has chosen the Disney font for the above quote but it’s oddly comforting when you see the actual factoid roll across the screen; it’s at once sickening and enjoyable.

    We get smacked with some other sobering data regarding consumer spending, get some dude talking about the Christmas spirit and how he gets into the holidays by making sure he has some sweet ass rims on his hooptie. Things feel strange when we get interview footage of people talking about what this time of year does to the frail or meek when it comes to trying have the latest and greatest under the tree for young kids. (I swear, do those of the Jewish faith have these kinds of gluttony issues in the month of December? Would a first step in stopping this problem be that we all convert to Judaism and, therefore, be limited to only 7 presents each?)

    No, that’s no solution but there is Reverend Billy.

    I understand that Billy is part sociological extension of all our greed and avarice, and part carnival sideshow, but there is something about his presence that I just can’t explain. He’s at once obvious but oddly engaging as the personification of what we all know to be true: We spend too much on needless shit.

    I like Billy’s point during one event, on Main Street inside Disney, that all that Americana is coming to you from China is one that resonates even louder with all the issues we’re having with our human-rights bending, manufacturing monolith at the expense of worker abuse, free speech oppressing neighbors to the east.

    While I can’t square my own purchasing habits come this time of the year I do know that we’ve got to throttle spending if we’re ever going to claim to be better than the marketers who know they’ve got us beat.