Showing posts with label Pulp Fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pulp Fiction. Show all posts
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Comic Review: Black Science Volume 2
The first volume of this science fiction series (read my review here) thrust the reader into the mad dimension hopping world with little regard. You had to pick your way through the various characters and their back stories with little help. A mad scientist, his lover and partner, his kids, his estranged wife, his sleazy boss (?), his mysterious assistant, etc. And the tech? What is it? What does it do and what does it mean? I had a hard time following it at first, partially because so much was happening, and partly because some of the characters looked a bit too similar.
The art in volume 2 seems to have improved a bit (it was already good), and the various characters have taken on a bit more distinctiveness. The color pallet is beautiful, and I really like the hazy look of the Native guy’s Black Science flashback.
Volume 2 feels a bit less feverish, a bit easier to read and follow. The pace is still breakneck, with plenty of twists, action, danger, and high stakes. And the overall theme, or plot of the book becomes more apparent. There seems to be a building dimension war, with variations of characters from each reality trying to grab power, right wrongs, and what have you.
My earlier sense that the Pulp/30s/50s vibe of the comic’s design belies its 70s bitterness has grown. I have very vague recollections of a TV show called Otherworld, which kind of freaked me out as a lad. This comic reminds me of those feelings. As well as stuff like The Star Lost, UFO, The Quiet Earth, and other, more pessimistic and strange science fiction. The characters are all complex, and most of them are kinda bad. It’s even hinted at that in the multiverse, our protagonists might not be the ‘good’ versions. In fact, they might be the villains for much more virtuous counterparts. Or not.
As happened at the end of volume 1, I found myself wishing I had the next volume at hand upon finishing 2. I want to find out what happens next, and it sucks that I’ve got to wait for…I don’t know, six months or so, for the next volume to come out. I guess in that sense, it’s kind of like waiting for entries in a film series, where you know it’s coming, but you’ve got to wait. I’m sure, when it’s all out, I’ll have to give it a start to finish re-read. So, while this isn’t my favorite science fiction comic on the market right now (East of West, maybe?), it’s very good, getting better, and I recommend checking it out.
Black Science Volume 2: Welcome, Nowhere
Author: Rick Remender
Artist: Matteo Scalera
Publisher: Image Comics
ISBN: 978-1-63215-018-9
-Matthew J. Constantine
Friday, July 4, 2014
Comic Review: Black Science Volume 1
It’s no secret that I love science fiction. Old time, pulp science fiction with rocket ships and ray guns holds an especial place in my heart. So, when I see a fishbowl helmet, a ray gun, weird aliens, and the title Black Science…well, let’s just say, you’ve got me attention. I recently read the first volume of Remender’s Fear Agent, which I liked a good deal for its pulpy swagger. So I sat down to Black Science to see what it was all about.
I’m going to start off with the negative. The first problem (taking the book as a whole, this is more of an annoyance than a problem) I had was that several of the characters looked too similar. Enough so that even after having read the whole volume, I’m not 100% sure which female with long black hair was which (Sara, Rebecca, Jen? I don’t know.). This was exacerbated by, and in turn exacerbated some confusing use of time jumping. When you’ve got a story about hopping dimensions, and you tell it in a non-linier way, without using time/place identifying caption boxes, it becomes difficult to follow if you can’t easily identify everyone involved. Someone dies on page 6, and at two different times later in the volume I was surprised to find out it wasn’t a different character. In fact, I’m still not clear on who it was. I went back and found the character’s name, but I can’t figure out what relation said person has to the rest of the characters. Maybe I should have been taking notes.
OK, so that bit of confusion aside, the actual story is pretty darned cool. Though hanging with the trappings of pulp-era science fiction (it sometimes feels like a more serious Venture Bros.), there’s the haunted, damaged, paranoid vibe of 70s science fiction at its emotional core. Grant McKay isn’t a good man at all. He’s bordering on evil genius. Many of the people he works with aren’t so good either. They have some of that post-60s Utopian zeal, tinged with the bitterness of failure. I like how the tensions are turned right up from the start. It hits the ground running, and doesn’t let up. Always a countdown, always a thing on their heels, always a danger from within. It’s fast paced, to say the least, and it doesn’t let you relax. And it’s full of the weird, crazy, over the top kinds of ideas that I love. Some of the worlds they visit are extremely intriguing.
Occasionally confusing character design aside, I loved the art. There’s something of Azpiri, the artist behind Heavy Metal regular Lorna, and something of 2000AD’s look and feel. But plenty of unique and fun stuff of its own. Scalera’s panel to panel, visual storytelling is solid. And Dean White’s coloring is quite good. I love some of the odd color choices that lend places more alien aspects (George Lucas & James Cameron, take note).
The end of the book left me very, very hungry to find out what happens next. So many cans of worms have been opened, the whole multiverse is up for grabs. What will be found as more layers of the Onion are pealed? What horrors await on the next jump? I have to assume that this is a limited series, with an ending in mind. I can’t wait to find out what’s going to happen. And I strongly recommend it for people looking for something outside the superhero/mopy teen genres that are so popular.
Black Science Volume 1: How to Fall Forever
Author: Rick Remender
Artist: Matteo Scalera
Publisher: Image Comics
ISBN: 978-1-60706-967-6
-Matthew J. Constantine
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Comic Review: Fatale 1, 2, & 3
Ed Brubaker, the guy who made me give a crap about Captain America with his Winter Soldier story arc, tells a crime story with deep roots in writers like Chandler and Hammett, as well as the horrors of Lovecraft. This is the sort of thing I want to read, that comics can excel at, and that is often overshadowed by capes and spandex.
Death Chases Me
The first volume starts out with a crazy, over the top action sequence involving a mysterious woman and a kamikaze prop-plane that may be a bit too much, frankly. However, once that’s over and Nicolas Lash begins his quest to understand things left by a dead relative, the story starts getting interesting. The cast of characters and the depth of history expands quickly, jumping back to the 50s to follow reporter Hank Raines, who has also met the mysterious woman from the opening, looking no different. It doesn’t take long to find some ghoulish deviltry afoot. Dangerous cults, weird things in the shadows, and all the time, the mysterious, beautiful woman, the Fatale. I don’t love Sean Phillips art, but I think it’s appropriate for the comic, giving enough of a classic, 50s look to help authenticity. And Brubaker’s writing captures the tone of the hard boiled detective stories as well as the existential dread of Mythos dangers.
The Devil’s Business
Moving forward to the decadent and disenchanted 70s, the second volume finds the Fatale living as a recluse, while cults, collectors, and…other things search for her. I enjoy this story of broken and sad people dealing with religious nuts in the ugly aftermath of the 60s. The jaded tastes of people with too much money and no direction. Gross. And while the past unfolds, in the present, Nicolas Lash’s life spirals out of control. Nobody seems to be having a good time of it. The building story is fascinating. Each reveal increases tension, while making me more and more curious about what will happen and what has happened, and who everyone really is. And of course, at the heart of it all, who is the femme fatale? Who is Josephine? What is she?
West of Hell
The third volume looks into the history of Josephine, going back a long, long way. Each chapter (each issue) finds her in a different time, expanding our understanding of who and what she really is, and of the many strange and painful events of her long history. And as her history unfolds, hints and innuendos about the truth behind it all come to light. I find myself enjoying this series quite a lot. It feels like a comicbook version of the classic roleplaying game Call of Cthulhu. In fact, reading it got me very much in the mood for that game, and in the mood to read more mythos tales of various sorts. I’m very curious to see where this all goes and how it works out. One of the best comics on the market today, it is a must read.
Fatale Book One: Death Chases Me
Author: Ed Brubaker
Artist: Sean Philips
Publisher: Image Comics
ISBN: 978-1-60706-563-0
Fatale Book Two: The Devil’s Business
Author: Ed Brubaker
Artist: Sean Philips
Publisher: Image Comics
ISBN: 978-1-60706-618-7
Fatale Book Three: West of Hell
Author: Ed Brubaker
Artist: Sean Philips
Publisher: Image Comics
ISBN: 978-1-60706-743-6
-Matt
Friday, June 7, 2013
Concept Art: JJ's Klingons
I really do love the Klingon redesigns of the Abarmsverse...or at least until they pull their helmets off to reveal their Neverending Story faces. iO9 recently posted Constantine Sekeris' conceptual art for Star Trek Into Darkness and its some fairly badass stuff that makes me dream of a better film. Indications point to a strong Klingon presence for the third film - WAR! Still not the direction I want to see from the 5 Year Mission, but I'll take it over another Khan rehash. Blah, blah, blah. Same old story, Brad. Anyway, I dig this stuff. And I really enjoyed the Victor Garber deleted scene on the '09 DVD. Klingons can be cool. But how 'bout some new aliens too.
--Brad
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Dork Art: Mondo Does Francavilla!
Here is some fascinating news for both comic book & Mondo fans: this weekend at the Heroes Con in North Carolina, Francesca Francavilla will be selling this $75 print showcasing his Dark Horse comic series, The Black Beetle. More details can be found over at Comic Book Resources, but there is no word yet as to when the Regular 24 x 36 print will go on sale online. Chances are you'll only have seconds to score one like every other Mondo print. They're so hard to purchase these days that I don't even bother getting excited anymore.
--Brad
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
An Open Letter to the makers of the New Star Wars Films
To the Powers That Be at Disney,
No, no, no. Relax. This is not another snotty, Comic Book Guy post, complaining that C3P0 is going to want to be a real boy, or that Buzz Lightyear will be the main character of the next movie, or that Leia is not a Disney Princess. Unlike many people on the internet, I do know that a studio famous for certain things is capable of doing other things. Plus, the Star Wars films were danged kids’ movies (or family-friendly, anyway) in the first place. So, what’s the problem really, super-fans? This letter consists of a few suggestions from one lone voice of nerdiness, one Dork who has spent a lifetime with the universe of Star Wars as part of his mythological pantheon. I’m not one of those guys who tries to live by the Force. I don’t have a Slave Leia poster on my wall. And while I don’t care for the Prequel Trilogy or the CG manipulated versions of the original films, I did actually like a lot about The Phantom Menace (It’s a gorgeous movie, people. Look at it!). I’ve never subscribed to the idea that one must like either Star Wars or Star Trek. I like ’em both, and Babylon 5, Farscape, Battlestar Galactica, and Firefly to boot. I have plenty of space in my nerd heart for all (I even like Middle Earth, even though I’m not much for wizards and dragons). But I feel I need to stand up on my tiny little soapbox have my say.
In my previous letter to the creative team behind the rumored Star Trek TV series, I suggested that step one in the process should always be to look at the property and assess what it is really about. What is that thing that makes it stand out, that gives it its essential identity. With Star Trek, I contend that it is hope for the future of humanity (and life in general), wonder at the vastness and cosmic beauty of space, and a cautious optimism about technology and science, and that all this ‘let’s make it darker, let’s show lots of war, etc.’ stuff is muddying the waters and diluting the essential nature of Trek. But what is Star Wars? Is it about Jedi Knights battling to restore balance to the universe? Is it about fathers and sons, family destinies, etc.? Is it about people living on the fringes, fighting against insurmountable odds? I’ll tell you what it meant to me. It was a glimpse into realms of the imagination. I was transported to exotic locations, saw strange creatures and stranger people. Interesting characters like wise Old Ben, sleazy Han Solo, smooth Lando, driven Leia became role models of a kind. Leia was one (thankfully, of many) female characters in movies of my youth that defied gender roles and showed that a woman didn’t have to be constantly rescued by a man, but could do plenty on her own. Han showed me that one might have a rough exterior, so long as one remained true to one’s self and did the right thing when the chips were down. And even though I don’t like a lot about Return of the Jedi, or for that matter, the whole story of Darth Vader being Luke’s father (I much prefer him just being a villain with no ties to the protagonist beyond opposing ideologies), I do love the redemptive arc; the idea that as bad as he was and as awful as the things he did were, a man could find some little slice of redemption. But what it all came down to was stickin’ it to the Man. No, my ship’s hallways aren’t gonna be clean. No, my hero isn’t going to get the girl. Yeah, Han shot that dude. In cold blood. ‘Cause it was the right thing to do in that circumstance. And yeah, he is a little too short to be a Storm Trooper. Take that, suits. Star Wars don’t take no guff.
Star Wars had its roots firmly planted in the storytelling of a different time. It harkened back to Edgar Rice Burroughs’ A Princess of Mars and its sequels, to Buster Crabbe’s Flash Gordon serials, and to the pulp science fiction of C.L. Moore’s Northwest Smith stories and the like, and the Golden Age science fiction of Asimov’s Foundation books. These were books marked by bold visions, wild and untamed imagination, grand imagery, and daring adventure. Rogues and visionaries, self-made heroes. Sweeping stories, packed with action and melodramatic relationships. Swashbuckling and ray-guns. Rocket ships and robots. Strange vistas and exotic women. And obviously, when you look at the Empire (not to mention a lot of the technology), a level of World War II seeped into much of the series, with its crushing jackboots, resistance fighters, and average people caught up in the waves of history. It helped to break the image of the science fiction as being soulless, pristine hallways, and Spartan, monochromatic rooms. It visualized what had been in the literature for a long time, that when humans go into space, they will bring all their habits with them, not always sweeping the floor, cleaning off the table, repainting that part of the wall by the door, leaving the dirty laundry laying around, etc. It’s a world that looks like it’s being lived in, not one long day at the office.
So, what do I want to see in new Star Wars films? Well, I don’t really need to see Luke, Leia, Vader, or any of them again. Their story is done. It’s over. We’ve seen it. It’s been told. I’m not saying ignore them; clearly they should have had a profound effect on the galaxy. But just as I wouldn’t want every movie about the 60s to be about Bob Dylan, and I wouldn’t want every movie about cops to be about Eliot Ness, and I wouldn’t want every movie set in the Star Trek universe to be about Worf, I don’t want or need every Star Wars film to be about the Skywalker clan. It’s a big universe, filled with infinite potential. New characters and new locations, and new stories, that’s what I want. And don’t ever, ever, ever go back to Tatooine. It was supposed to be the back-end of nowhere, a place so outside of the flow of the galaxy that a powerful Force adept could hide out without worry, the son of a Republic hero could live a quiet life, and there was little to no chance of ever being stumbled across. Yet, five out of the six films visit that backwater nowhere (is it simply coincidence that the film generally considered to be the best in the series is the one movie that doesn’t take time out to visit Tatooine?). And everything that has ever happened in the history of the galaxy seems to have involved that one desert world at least once. What gives? And avoid the traps of Avatar and Episodes II and III. Don’t spend tons of money, time, and effort on recreating environments you could just fly to. A desert? A jungle? We have those here on Earth. Let’s see things we don’t have. Not even saying don’t go to jungles or deserts, but make them exotic, make them unique. Change the color of the sky, the ground, the plants. Give them distinct features we won’t recognize as North Africa, Australia, or Brazil. Avatar cost what, 300 million? 600 million? An episode of the last season of Farscape cost what turned out to be a prohibitively expensive 1 million, and in an hour of that show I felt like I had visited an alien world with strange creatures and people I’d never experienced, not taken a trip to Costa Rica or Brazil with the cast of Terminator 2. Imagination is the key, and maybe that really does require younger voices, younger directors and script-writers. Often, older filmmakers play it too safe, rely too much on experience. And if there is ever need of an illustration of necessity being the mother of invention, look at hard at Avatar, a movie where money was not an issue, where the best and brightest had everything they could ever want to put together a movie, and what did we get? A long, un-engaging retelling of Fern Gully with environments, people, creatures, and technology we’d all seen before in other films, video games, etc. Not an inventive or surprising element in the whole danged thing. A lower budget isn’t a bad thing. It forces creativity and invention. Not only that, but when the financial stakes are lower, the freedom to take chances is higher. And taking chances is how classics are made. It’s how Star Wars was made.
Let’s see a return to the action packed, visually striking, idea packed fun of Star Wars (before it was A New Hope) and the serious, high-stakes storytelling of The Empire Strikes Back. Interesting characters with surprising motivations. Strange worlds and unique locations. Creative and alien peoples. Look to the Clone Wars animated series, which has more interesting ideas packed into an average episode than the entirety of Episodes II or III. Look to other science fiction shows, like Farscape, which managed to capture that magic of the first Star Wars film week after week for four seasons. Or the operatic storytelling of Babylon 5, which could rise above primitive CGI and wildly uneven acting to be one of the best emotion packed science fiction epics out there. Star Trek and Star Wars helped to reshape science fiction. And after the success of Star Wars, countless films hit theaters, shows hit the small screen, and books hit the shelves. Some of them took inspiration from Star Wars and went further, became more, became something better. Don’t be afraid to look to these sources, look at what they did, and try to raise the bar again. And hey, while I’m talking about things I want to see, let me just throw out a few things I really, really don’t want to see. I don’t want to see vaguely racist stereotype aliens, like those pseudo-Asian Trade Federation guys (I kept expecting one to say ‘Me so solly’), or the Manton Moorland style antics of Jar-Jar Binks (I know he’s a popular target of ridicule, but there’s a reason for that, he seems like he stepped right out of a 1930s comedy where people might show up in blackface), and maybe a new trilogy shouldn’t feature only one prominent role for a black man…who is also pretty much the only non-Caucasian person (Lando in the originals, Windu in the prequels) with any significant screen time. And lastly, stay away from kid characters. Unless there’s a very good reason. Nobody likes kid characters. Nobody has ever liked kid characters. The kid is the least popular and most reviled character in pretty much every science fiction series out there that features one. Kids don’t like ‘em (Who was my favorite character in the original Star Wars movies? Han Solo. Who was my favorite character on Next Gen? Worf or maybe Picard. Who was my favorite character in the prequel trilogy? Obi-Wan. Who were my least favorites? Respectively Luke, Wesley, and Anakin.). Adults hate ‘em. They’re almost never written well (“Are you an angel?”). They’re usually the center of the most insufferable moments. So don’t do it. Just scrap that part of the story. Everyone will be happier.
So far, I think the most interesting time created for the Star Wars universe is still that of Imperial rule. What the Dark Horse comics term as The Rise of the Empire and the Rebellion Era. But that doesn’t mean filmmakers should stick with that. Maybe there will be other, more interesting times. Maybe a really good story set in the Nights of the Old Republic would work. Or, and I doubt this, something set in the so called New Republic time. Who can say. But if the movies are used to explore the time of the Rebellion in greater depth and scope, I don’t think I’ll be disappointed.
So what is Star Wars? Like so many works of art, it varies from viewer to viewer. But I think it’s about fun, wild, exuberant action, exciting and exotic locations, and relatable but not necessarily nice characters. It’s about standing up for what’s right against the weight of a galaxy spanning evil. It’s about the power of the little guy to fight the system. It’s about all the shades of grey that exist between good and evil. Please, do what J.J. Abrams did for Star Trek. Make it fun to be a fan of Star Wars again. Make me look forward to the next film with unabashed anticipation, not wary trepidation (actually, that’s how I’m looking forward to the new Trek film, so maybe don’t follow Abrams’ example). Look back to what made Star Wars a cultural phenomena. It wasn’t little kids, hammy acting (well, there was plenty of hammy acting), or CGI. It was fun and new and grand and exciting. And it was full of hinted at ideas and larger things beyond what the camera showed. It captured and inspired the imagination. Let’s see some of that again, OK? I know you can do it, Disney. You have Pixar, which has created some of the best family-friendly movies of the last two decades. You have done what nobody believed possible and made a series of comic book movies that feel like the comic books they’re based on. You’ve got money, power, and talented people. And now you’ve got one of the most coveted, beloved franchises of all time. But like Star Trek before it, the fans have been put through the ringer and they’re kind of hurt and sad. Help us out, and don’t screw this up.
Thank you for your time.
-Matthew J. Constantine, Star Wars fan since the late 70s.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Dork Art: Super Mike Mitchell
For the next 48 Hours, Mike Mitchell is offering a random grab bag of his Super prints for $30. But two grab bags and get a Super Krang for free. This is most certainly tempting. The rarity of the 4 x 6 prints varies, but the only thing holding me back from purchasing is my fear of scoring the Spongebog Sqarepants, the Pokemon, and Zelda. Knowing my luck that would most certainly be the outcome. But Sam Jackson's Jules or John Goodman's Walter? Those are amazing. Click HERE to start your grab bag.
--Brad
Friday, January 25, 2013
Book Review: Double-D Double Cross
“I needed a cold shower. Or a hot woman.”
If you’ve read my reviews, you know one of my favorite active writers out there is Christa Faust. I don’t remember when I stumbled across her blog, but I know it was quite a while back, ’cause I remember when she announced her first Hard Case Crime book (check out Money Shot!). I was hooked wicked fast (still living in Maine at the time), and started grabbing everything I could. Though I never did find that Snakes on a Plane novelization. I gotta get on that. Anyway, a couple years ago (I think it’s been that long), she put out hard boiled lesbian detective e-book. It meant little to me at the time, as I’m a lover of the printed page and had no ability or interest in the whole digital book business. Buuuut, eventually, the e-book craze did capture my attention when I borrowed a friend’s Nook and was able to get a bunch of classic science fiction you just can’t find in print (at least, not at prices I’m ever going to be able to pay). An then, I was able to get Faust’s crazy alternate world crime novel Hoodtown, which I’d been searching for in print for a dog’s age. Anyway, fast forward a spell and I now possess a Nook myself, and my first book had to be something from Faust. The first e-book adventure of Butch Fatale I got when I supported her Kickstarter project for book two. That’s right. I’m a patron of the arts.
Again, if you’ve read much I’ve written, and certainly if you’ve ever met me, you know I’m a pretty square guy. I once said of myself (and I think it’s still true) that if they ever ran out of vanilla extract, they could just use Matt extract and nobody would notice. But I know it’s a big world out there, and while I don’t always understand it, I know there are a lot of different ways of living, and as long as everyone is legal and consenting, it’s all jake with me. I don’t seek out LGBT material, because frankly, I just don’t care. So, this marks my first excursion into the world of lesbian fiction, if there is such a thing. That kind of implies that there might be lesbian earth science, or lesbian SAT guides. Anyway, I mean, it’s fiction and it features a lesbian lead. And a hefty amount of graphic, sweaty sex with no dudes present. Does explicit sex push it into the realm of erotica? I wouldn’t think so, but I don’t know how such things work. Whatever the case, it also features all the gut-punching, ball busting, eye gouging violence and pulp flavored toughness fans of Faust should expect. For me, Christa Faust is like reading Christopher Hitchens. I’m not so much worried what she’s writing about, I just like the way she writes.
I can never remember which author (was it Chandler?) had that great line about writers block. Something like, ‘if you’re not sure what to write, have a hand come through the door with a gun and start shooting.’ It feels like Faust may have taken that idea and made it her First Commandment. The book is not long. Less than 200 pages. And it moves at an extremely fast pace. Part of the reason is that well before a scene begins to lull or a conversation starts to run long, something awful and violent happens. Gun shots, saps, scary dudes with nice watches...Kevin. Well, Kevin was pretty cool, actually, in that Mark Wahlberg/mentally challenged puppy kind of way. It hurls at you like a speeding train. There are a lot of twists and turns and action sequences packed into a small page count. And though sometimes quite grim and bloody, the whole thing has a lighter, more wry tone than say, Choke Hold, which nearly put me in a depression (so good, but so relentlessly brutal). The final beach chase of Double-D Double Cross would probably have me doubled up with laughter if it were a movie, which couldn’t be said for any part of Choke Hold (I’d need a shower, steel wool, and a healthy bosom to burry my face in and cry if I saw a movie version of that). If you’ve enjoyed Faust’s other work, you should find plenty here to love. And I’m looking forward to Butch Fatale’s next outing.
Double-D Double Cross: A Butch Fatale Caper
Author: Christa Faust
Format: e-book
-Matt
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Friday, November 9, 2012
Book Review: Death Reign of the Vampire King
The Spider, a Master of Men stands with the pantheon of pulp heroes that includes but is not limited to Doc Savage and The Shadow. It is from these characters that our famous comic book heroes descended. Like Superman? Read Doc Savage. He did it first. Like Batman? Read The Shadow or The Spider. They were doing it years before. They are heroes of a different time; often rich, powerful, and self-guiding. These are not men held by the hand of fate, but men who shape the world according to their own will. If Tom Brokaw wrote incessantly about vigilantes instead of WWII vets, this would be his ‘Greatest Generation.’
Death Reign of the Vampire King is my second Spider novel but is apparently from four years earlier than the first one I read, Satan’s Murder Machines. The Spider is still a well established figure in the battle against super-crime, donning his disguise and laughing while villains burn. He’s got his trusty, lusty lady Nita and his daring Hindu sidekick Ram Singh. And somehow a network of spies and associates everywhere he needs them to be. And this time, he’ll draw on them all as he battles a fiendish foe who uses poisoned vampire bats to commit mass murder.
Sadly, I don’t enjoy the Spider as much as The Shadow, to whom he bares a striking resemblance. Generally, I don’t think Norvell Page’s writing is up to snuff, too frequently descending into almost groan inducing melodrama, not to mention plot twists that defy logic or reason. But there’s sure some crazy creativity. I think one problem he runs into right off is that The Spider and his alter ego Richard Wentworth aren’t distinct enough. Sure, Wentworth is a rich playboy, but his well known hobby is fighting crime. And everyone seems to know that he’s The Spider…except when they don’t. Unlike The Shadow/Batman, where pretty much nobody suspects who he really is, because Lamont Cranston/Bruce Wayne is such a foppish and spoiled child of privilege, Wentworth spends much of his time helping the police as some kind of Holmesian advisor. So when he dons the disguise, it seems almost as an afterthought or aesthetic choice.
Alas, though I love the genre and the era, I’m not finding myself in love with the character of The Spider. I’m not done. I still have four more novels in my possession that I will read one of these days. But right now, I’m in no hurry to pick one up again.
Death Reign of the Vampire King
Author: Norvell Page
Publisher: Bean
ISBN: (one of three novels collected in) 978-1-4165-5574-2
-Matt
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Dork Art: Pulp Heroes
Pop artist Jon Morris has turned his eye towards Marvel & DC Comics with this series of pulp novel covers focusing on the likes of Luke Cage, The Black Widow, The Wasp, and Adam Strange (not to leave DC out). Man, I want to see this Heroes for Hire turned into a film stat. Ah, the internet...how much I love you.
--Brad
Monday, June 25, 2012
Comic Review: Tom Strong Deluxe Edition Volume 1
“Holy Socks!”
More than ten years ago, I read Hellboy: The Conqueror Worm and a trade paperback (I think) or two of Tom Strong, loaned to me by the corrupting Dan Fleming. That’s what took me from not being into comics to being an avid comic reader. That was the seed at least. And now, all these years later, I’ve finally revisited Tom Strong with the first hardcover collection of Alan Moore’s love letter to classic comics and pulps.
Now, Alan Moore is a contentious topic with me. I LOVE League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and Tom Strong. But I can’t get into several of his other works, don’t much care for others I have read, and think the guy usually comes off as a total dillhole in any interviews or essays. He’s kind of like Harlan Ellison in that way. I respect some of his works, but think he’s a giant A-hole. And I refuse to bow with the armies of comic-fan sycophants. I don’t think he’s the end all be all of comic literature. There. I said it. And I’m done for now.
Getting on with this review, one of the things I love about this series is that like Hellboy, it spans a really long stretch of time, and frequently calls back to earlier days in Tom’s life, building his history even as we see his modern day adventures. I also love its complete embracing of old time super-science love. Tom is himself a creation of science, being raised by a somewhat cracked father to be better than other men. With tastes of Tarzan and Doc Savage, Tom becomes a Golden Age hero. But he doesn’t die, and the Golden Age doesn’t fade to Silver. He marries a woman who is a worthy match, has a daughter who’s cut from the same cloth of heroism. He has an intelligent ape and a robot companion. He battles Nazis, extra-dimensional Aztecs, super-science villains, and whatever stands in the way of progress and peace. And like the best old time heroes, he’s not only extremely strong, he’s also extremely smart. Not only is he an inventor, but he’s also able to see potential outcomes that get beyond the emotional needs for revenge or retribution. Like the best heroes, he is the best of what we are, what we can be.
Colorful characters, daring adventures, humor, danger, nostalgia, and hope for the future, all cleanly illustrated by Chris Sprouse and written with a surprising lack of cynicism by Alan Moore. None of the ‘deconstruction’ of the myths you find in Watchman or League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the occasional strong language, this feels totally appropriate for younger readers. Even the violence is usually restrained. There’s an innocence to it that I find most charming.
Moore and Sprouce seem to be, like Hellboy’s Mike Mignola, fans of many of the same things I love, with tons of references and lines of inspiration left fairly clear. Reading it again, I can see not only why Dan thought I’d like it, but why it helped me see the potential of comics, especially outside of the major DC and Marvel lines. I also see why my old roleplaying game analogy holds. DC and Marvel are like TSR (then publishers of Dungeons & Dragons). They’re what the general public knows, they’ve got the largest market share, and they’re successful weather they do good work or not, so the passion to do good isn’t always there. They’re also beholden to a much larger crowd of rabid fans, so taking chances, being bold, or shaking things up is much more dangerous than for other companies. Other gaming companies (or comic companies) did MUCH better work, but were never as popular, because they didn’t aim at the largest audience. In comics it’s the same way. Smaller companies, or even smaller labels of larger companies (Vertigo, for example) can make much more interesting comics because most people who would get upset by what’s contained aren’t ever going to look at them in the first place. Make Spider-Man non-white and people flip, start using the weighted and kind of inaccurate term “PC” (just about as useful a phrase as “overrated”). But have an interracial relationship in Tom Strong, deal with suicide in The Walking Dead, or feature an epic story about an abusive husband in Finder, and few heads turn. Few old ladies cluck. Few dirty shirted fan-boys wag their pizza stained finger.
Go out and get Tom Strong. It’s grand adventure fiction, fun and exciting. Great characters, both heroic and villainous. A cool world with a deep history. It’s the kind of world you’ll want to revisit time and again. And one of those most rare things, a depiction of a happy, loving married couple.
Tom Strong: Deluxe Edition Volume 1
Author: Alan Moore
Artist: Chris Sprouce, etc.
Publisher: America’s Best Comics
ISBN: 978-1-4012-2536-0
-Matt
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