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Thursday, November 30, 2006

The Week In Ink: 11-29-06

You know, it's probably just a side-effect of my jet-setting comics blogger lifestyle, but it feels like I was just doing weekly comics reviews yesterday. Huh.

Ah, well. Time and facekicks wait for no man!



Yes, it's the fifth week of November, 2006, and the question on everyone's mind is undoubtedly "Did Iron Fist punch enough people to become the ISB Best of the Week?!"

Short answer: Yes.

The long answer? That begins here! Now on with it!




52: Week 30: Aside from the scenes at the Mad Scientists' Thanksgiving dinner, last week's installment of 52 was my least favorite of the bunch, right up until this one came out. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that the solicitations for every single issue for the past eight months have reminded us that this book solely exists is to chronicle a year without Batman, and even discounting the fact that I've seen that guy go on a spiritual journey to find himself at least twice by this point, an issue that catches us up on what Batman's doing seems to run contrary to the whole frigg'n point. Add to that the fact that the Bat-Crew was partying with supermodels in France while Black Adam tore Terra-Man into pieces (rather than, say, being on a mountaintop in Tibet meditating or something), and you've got 22 pages that leave me extremely unsatisfied at the expense of the stories in this book that I actually do care about.

Well, except for the Lobo story. You can pretty much keep that one.


Aquaman: Sword of Atlantis #46: It could just be that I've gotten into the habit of comparing this book to Kurt Busiek's run writing everyone's favorite barbarian, but this issue's focus on one of the original Aquaman's adventures--which comes hot on the heels of the month-late #45 from two weeks ago--immediately put me in mind of the stories in Conan that cut back to the framing sequence with the Wazir and the Prince reading the Nemedian Chronicles. Either way, Busiek, Karl Kesel and Phil Winslade tell another highly enjoyable story that really captures all the underwater sword-and-sorcery aspects of this book that I've been enjoying so much, even if I'm still waiting for the Atlanteans to stop walking around like they're not moving underwater. Other than that minor, pretty personal nitpick, though, it's fun stuff.


Batman #659: I mentioned my general distaste for fill-in issues when the last issue of Detective came out, but I actually had pretty high hopes for this one. After all, John Ostrander is one of the great unsung talents of comics with his amazing runs on Suicide Squad, and his Spectre work with Tom Mandrake isn't half bad either. Unfortunately, this issue's pretty terrible. I've said it before, but one of the comic book clichés that we never need to see again is the panel where a new super-villain shows up and shouts their name in huge red letters, and sadly, that's the least of the hackneyed tricks that are pulled out over the course of this issue. There are a few interesting moments, which will hopefully be built upon over the next few parts of the story, but if the first issue's a good measure of what we're in for, you're probably better off waiting until Morrison gets back.


Batman/The Spirit: Back on Tuesday, Johanna Draper Carlson said that this one had the potential to be really enjoyable if "Darwyn Cooke’s influence overcomes the Jeph Loeb taint." That, my friends, is as good a setup as you're ever going to see, but I'm going to go ahead and let you write the punchline yourselves. What I will say, however, is that this book opens up with the single worst opening caption I've ever read, and while the dialogue doesn't really get much better, the plot's a goofy but serviceable way to get the door open for the real draw here: The beautiful, beautiful art of Darwyn Cooke.

With J. Bone working on inks, Cooke's art is amazing through the whole thing, including a fantastic splash page of the Spirit--complete with his name spelled out in the background, of course--that has no business not being a poster. It's worth the five bucks alone just to look at this thing, and it's given me even higher hopes for Cooke's Spirit ongoing, which will be mercifully Loeb-free.


Captain America #24


ISB BEST OF THE WEEK




The Immortal Iron Fist #1: Even discounting the time where he charges up his fist like unto a thing of iron and punches seven guys in one panel--thus tying OMAC's record--Danny Rand kicks five Hydra agents in the face in this issue, and that makes for some fine comics. And yes, I counted.

Seriously, though, Ed Brubaker and Matt Fraction are telling an incredibly enjoyable story here, blending kung-fu action with some intriguing revelations about a legacy surrounding Iron Fists's power. The idea that Danny Rand isn't the first Iron Fist is one that has the potential to take away a lot of what's unique about the character--namely that there's nobody else rolling around that was tough enough to bear-hug a dragon to death--but at this point, it's a risk that's more than outweighed by a very interesting and extremely well-done story by Fraction and Brubaker, who's currently writing some of the best Marvel comics in years. As for the art, I've heard David Aja's work compared to Jae Lee's, but since you can actually tell what's going on in this comic, I'd put it a fair step above that. It's in the same vein as Michael Lark's current work on Daredevil, and while there are some rough spots (like the picture of Luke Cage that bears a striking resemblance to that guy who dresses up like Superman), that's good company to be in. Even the flashback sequences by Travel Foreman and Derek Fridolfs are well-done and add a lot to the book, and Matt Hollingsworth's coloring is top notch, as always.

It certainly doesn't hurt that Iron Fist is one of my favorite characters, but really: It's action-packed, highly entertaining, and very much worth your time.


Nextwave: Agents of HATE #10: Warren Ellis sent out a Bad Signal email earlier this week that mentioned how much of a mess he thought Nextwave #10 was and how it didn't work out quite right, which struck me as a little odd, as it might just be my favorite issue so far. I absolutely loved the last issue, with its crazy super-teams and the shocking return of the crew from Not Brand Ecch, but this one goes in the diametrically opposite direction, and the only way I can think of to describe it is that it sort of becomes a "real" comic for eleven pages, and that's what's so awesome about it. It's a great sharp contrast between the goofy, self-aware stupid fun that marks Nextwave, and the fact that the dire, soul-crushing conflict is resolved in typical explosion-filled Nextwave fashion just makes it even better. Then again, what do you expect? This comic is like Hate Face for the modern world.


Ptolus: City by the Spire #2


The Punisher #41


Punisher X-Mas SPecial 2006: I've been doing the Week in Ink for over a year now, so the fact that I can't resist buying a Punisher Christmas Special should only come as a surprise if you mistakenly stumbled onto the ISB after Googling "Degrassi awesome punch" or something. Unfortunately, the fact that they appear at the nexus of two of my "sure-sells" is about the only reason to pick up any sort of Punisher holiday special, because they're never really any good. This year's--by Stuart Moore and CP Smith--does have the distinction of being a lot better than Andy Diggle's offering from last year, but whereas he sacrificed character and likability for the sake of humor, Stuat Moore makes the exact opposite mistake, going way too serious with it. The best Punisher stories--and, in fact, the whole Garth Ennis run--have a constant dark sense of humor to them, and a holiday special's the perfect opportunity to play with that, and this one reads like nothing quite so much as a wasted opportunity.


Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose #41: Wow. Just... just wow. A few weeks ago, I made a comment that with its supernatural, oversexed attempts at witty dialogue, Anita Blake was going to be the new Tarot. But... no. No, this issue makes it pretty clear that Tarot will always be a thing unto itsel, and the fact that it's a holiday special means that I'll have no choice but to bring you an in-depth review in the near future. You might want to go ahead and start drinking now, just to prepare yourself.


Teen Titans #41: Let's not mince words here: I frigg'n hate Jericho, to a point that rivals the universally loathsome Terry Long. I think it all boils down to the costume, but the fact remains, I have no desire to ever see him again, and considering that he's a character with two big, plot-shattering death scenes--one of which written by the same guy writing him now--I think we can all join hands and agree that he should go away and never, ever come back. Or maybe it's just me. Either way, I'm rapidly losing interest in the Titans, even with the addition of the likeable and interesting Miss Martian, and the inconsistent fill-in art by Paco Diaz and Ryan Benjamin (replacing the inconsistent-but-improving Tony Daniel)--really doesn't help matters much on that front.


Wetworks #3: Even though it's at least an issue ahead of the rest of the Worldstorm books, I don't have the same familiarity with Wetworks to draw on like I do with Gen13, so Mike Carey and Whilce Portacio's run on this one is still in a sort of holding pattern while I try to figure out what exactly's going on. It's pretty unusual for someone who's used to making pretty quick snap judgements on comics, but the fact that I'm still reading it three months in probably says more for it than I can easily put into words.





Trades

The Dark Horse Book of Monsters: There's a new Mike Mignola Hellboy story in this one, along with new work from folks like Evan Dorkin, Kurt Busiek, Jill Thompson, Keith Giffen, and Affable Al Milgrom, so honestly? I'm just putting this here in case you somehow missed that it came out.


And that's the reviews for this week--But be here tomorrow, for a very special installment of the ISB, where everything will change! Or maybe not.

But something will, I'm sure. So I've got that going for me.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Last Week In Ink: 11-22-06

It's been almost a week since Thanksgiving, so I'm pretty sure that most of the American public has now returned from its incoherent, Tryptophan-induced haze, but for those of you still lagging behind, here's a little wake-up call:



There's only one way that could be better, friends: Mandroids.

That's right: In the interest of keeping things current, I'm going to go ahead and review last week's comics, but considering that you've all had a chance to actually go to the store and look through, say, Wonder Woman on your own, I'm just going to hit the highlights here. If you're curious, though, you can click here to find a full list of what I spent my money on this week.

Now then, on with it!




Comics

Action Comics #845: I think made my distaste for this book's new direction pretty clear in my comments on last issue, but right now, the only thing keeping me on this book is curiosity over how the 3-D issue's going to work out, and that really might not be enough, as this thing's a mess. Right from the opening shots of benevolent floating head of this year's version of Jor-El (#5 in a series!), there's absolutely nothing here that I care about, and for good reason: It's all stuff that I've seen before. To make matters worse, in the case of the "surprise" revelation that it's all a plot of the Phantom Zone criminals, it's something I've seen before from the same guy writing it now, and I've got my doubts that Richard Donner's going to do a better job of it now than he did it twenty-six years ago, and I'm certain that he and Johns aren't going to do it better than Byrne. It's nothing that I need to see again, and in all honesty, it's probably nothing I need to see in my stack of comics next month.


Daredevil #91: Yesterday, I was reading through an issue of the Dan Jurgens/Johh Romita Jr. run of Thor--the one where the crazy military guy transfers his mind to the Destroyer armor, beats Thor to death, and then has the courtesy to just knock out and tie up the rest of the Avengers--and I realized that one of the things I really, really like to see in that book is the moment where the bad guy has pretty much won, and Thor finally rises up from being beaten half to death with a big "I say thee nay!" or whatever, and then proceeds to kick everybody's ass. Admittedly, that kind of thing happens to everybody in the Marvel Universe every now and then, but Daredevil--a character that's as far from Thor that you can get in pretty much every respect--is defined by those same kinds of moments, and this issue, once he finally figures out that he's been played for a fool and comes down on the guilty parties like a hard rain, is one of the most enjoyable I've seen in a long while.

Or it could be that he just reminded me of Thor because he hit somebody in the face with a hammer really, really hard in this issue. Either way, it's awesome.


Jack of Fables #5: The first storyline for Jack of Fables has ended, and while it's rapidly becoming one of those books that I can't say enough good things about, every time I read it, I find something new to love. This time, it's the little one-line gags on the covers that are worked into the logo every month. I'd noticed them before, but the one for this issue just struck me as absolutely hilarious, and while I'm not sure if it's part of James Jean's department as cover artist to work those in (like he did with the equally funny protest signs on #1), but whoever it is does a great job with it. Inside, of course, things are kept to their usual high levels of quality to wrap up one of the year's best stories, even if I have no idea how Humpty Dumpty got super-powers. Excellent stuff!


But not as excellent as...

THE ISB BEST OF LAST WEEK




Punisher War Journal #1: I'm saying this as a guy who likes everything of Matt Fraction's that he's read, has wanted to see Ariel Olivetti on a comic that was actually good for a few years, and as someone who once read over 300 Punisher comics in the span of three weeks: Punisher War Journal #1 was even better than I wanted it to be.

As tied as he is to gritty, street-level crime stories, I've always thought that the way the desire to have militaristic "realism" in The Punisher--which sets him aside from the rest of the Marvel Universe as a vigilante rather than a super-hero and occasionally results in stories where he goes undercover as a meth-dealing biker so that he can kill an ersatz Charles Manson--isn't always a good thing. And that's where this book comes in, and if this is the way that the Punisher returns to interacting with the Marvel Universe, it's unquestionably going to be the best thing that comes out of Civil War.

Fraction's script is tight and well-done, cramming in a great amount of action with the same kind of intensity and humor that marks his work on a book like Casanova, and the scene where Frank Castle pulls on his white gloves and picks up a futuristic SHIELD-tech rifle after having a conversation with a guy who owns a horde of adorable Iron Man robots combines exactly what I like about the Punisher with exactly what I love about the Marvel Universe as a whole. Olivetti, of course, does his usual great job, with a style that fits the writing perfectly and with a great eye for detail. His Punisher looks great, and from the opening battle with Stilt Man to the last-page Frank Miller homage, it's a great-looking book.

Needless to say, if you like things that are awesome, you really need to get it.

Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane #12: By now, it's no secret that I'm a total girl for loving this book, but the main thing to watch out for in this issue is the lettercolumn--or, to be more accurate, the lack thereof. Apparently, there just weren't enough letters to print in this issue, which means that after Sean McKeever and Takeshi Miyazawa's usual entertaining teen drama, we got a picture of a sad Mary Jane with Spider-Man telling us that she's upset because nobody's been writing her letters. It's a genius bit of guilt-trip marketing, and it's nothing if not effective. So here's the one I'm sending in:

Dear MJ Loves You,
Until Midtown High's new yellow-shirted student Luke starts hanging out with Danny, the foreign exchange student from K'un Lun, Make Mine Mary Jane!

...Wait... that would actually be totally awesome.

--Chris



X-Factor #13: After I was done reading through this one, I went back and read its predecessor, the original psychoanalysis story from X-Factor v.1 #87, and I've got to say: As much as I find myself disenchanted with Peter David a lot of the time, when that guy's good, he's pretty darn good. It's this kind of issue that he really excels at, and as fashionable as decompression is as a storytelling technique now, it's nice to see how taking an issue that does nothing but get into the characters' heads as they react to the ongoing story should be done. As for the art, I've been wanting Pablo Raimondi on this book ever since I picked up Madrox in trade. He's a perfect fit for it, and this issue shows that off pretty well.





Trades

Degrassi Extra Credit v.1: Turning Japanese: Finally, the single most successful Canadian television show of all time is available in comic form, and if I wasn't already a total girl for loving Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane, the fact that I'm absolutely thrilled about this thing would do it. Degrassi: The Next Generation, as longtime readers might recall, was the object of one of my customary obsessions over the past year, and I've been waiting for this pretty eagerly ever since it was announced. It actually works out really well: Canadian Firestorm fan J. Torres nails the show perfectly, right down to the flaws, and since the flaws are half the charm of the intense melodrama of the show, it works to his favor. Plus, he even throws in the standard Heather Sinclair reference for good measure and, thanks to the unlimited special effects budget of a comic book, tosses in a scene where the oh-so-emo Ellie Nash jumps through a skylight and throws down with a gang of ninja, pretty much assuring that I would love it.

No, seriously.

On the art side of things, Ed Northcott does a fine job handling pencils with a stripped-down style, although he manages to get every character to look like their live-action counterpart with the ironic exception of Ellie and JT, this volume's lead characters. It's not like there's any trouble picking out who they are, but everybody else looks exactly right, so the minor differences on those two stand out more than they would otherwise. Still, it's not half bad, and if you're a fan of Canadian teen drama and comics--and if you're reading this on the ISB, there's a disturbingly high chance that you are--give it a shot. It's worth it.


Marvel Holiday Special Digest: I've actually got both Holiday specials that are reprinted in this thing (and the other two issues are readily available in a few formats), but it bears repeating: Jeff Parker's "SANTRON" story is one of the best holiday specials ever, and if you don't have it, you need it.


Showcase Presents the Unknown Soldier v.1: I realize that nobody's tastes are quite as unique as we'd like to think they are, but really: I've got to be the only one who was equally excited about getting Degrassi and The Unknown Soldier, right?


And that's all for tonight's reviews! But be here tomorrow when the ISB takes on... Well, this, really, only with newer comics. But don't worry.

I've got a surprise coming for you on Friday.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Fourth-World Fashions

While I was enjoying my vacation last week, Sean Kleefeld started up one of those memes everyone's always talking about, and while I'm pretty sure I saw someone specifically mention my name, I can't for the life of me find where it was.

Regardless, I'm not one to disappoint, especially considering that this one's all about picking your favorite Jack Kirby character design.

It's a tough one, though: For sheer economy and flat-out awesomeness, it's hard to top MODOK, who manages to be hideous, mildly terrifying, and amazingly goofy all at the same time, while still pretty much embodying the definition of a physically weak but mentally powerful mastermind in a hovering orange chair. Really, the Kirby designs that I like the best are usually the ones that shouldn't work at all.

Take, for example, everyone's favorite engine of destruction from the World That's Coming, OMAC:



That's a seven-foot tall man wearing a blue shirt with an eye on the chest and a golden metal collar with what appears to be a remote control strapped onto his belt, orange tights and bright yellow boots and gloves, and the whole thing's capped off by the kind of hairstyle that haunts Kid 'n' Play's dreams even today. There is nothing about that suit that should work, and yet I can't imagine another costume that would work quite as well.

But surprisingly, that's not my favorite.

For great Kirby designs--especially for someone who prefers his early-70s DC work--there's not a whole lot that beats the Fourth World. From Darksied on down, with the exception of a small handful of characters that includes the Forever People and Virmin Vundabar, those guys have amazing designs. Case in point:



With Orion, it is all about that helmet. The rest of his costume's reasonably generic--once you get past, y'know, the Motherbox and the Astro Harness and all that--but the helmet alone is an amazing streamlined sci-fi version of Thor's Helmet, with a crazy logo thrown in for good measure.

It's the sole element that makes his look really work, and without it--like when he was briefly in an outfit so generic that you'd expect him to be in a poorly animated commercial for a used car dealership--everything that's visually striking about the character falls to the wayside.

Even better? This guy:



Again, Mister Miracle's got one of those costumes that has no conceivable reason to look as good as it does. Try describing it to somebody who's never seen the character before: "Yeah, it's got wide, horizontal stripes down his body in red, yellow, and green, and he's wearing Dr. Doom's cape, but with a high collar instead of a hood. Oh, and he's also got a red and yellow Luchadore mask."

The whole thing sounds like it's the worst costume since Gambit's pink-and-blue body armor, but it all comes together to form an outfit that's almost perfect, whether it's Kirby drawing it, or a guy like the phenomenally talented Kevin Maguire.

Unlike, say, The Black Racer's original armor, which, while totally awesome suffers a bit by being pretty much every color except the one in the guy's name.

For me, though, this one tops them all:



I have no idea why I love Kanto's costume so much, but the idea of a guy rolling around dressed like a sixteenth-century fop who is also the single deadliest assassin in the known universe just thrills me to no end. What can I say? Dude looks good in a jerkin.

As for my least favorite, that one's a lot easier: Kirby's Sandman.

No, the other one.

No, the other one. This guy:



Apparently, being able to turn your body into a living sandstorm also makes you think it's a good idea to wear what can only be described as the worst Oscar the Grouch costume ever, leading to the first time in history that a rugby shirt and a pair of khakis were actually a better super-villain costume than what the guy started with.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Season's Creepings From Terror, Inc!

Long-time ISB readers might remember a Dollar Comic Review I did last September in anticipation of Robert Kirkman's League of Losers story from Marvel Team-Up, where I did a pretty thorough rundown on the horrifying majesty that was Terror, Inc.

If you've read that one, though, you may have noticed that there was one part of the Terror's 13-issue run that I skipped over when I wrote that one, and that's a mistake I'm going to rectify tonight.

And yes. It's a Christmas issue.



That's right, folks: Thanksgiving's over, and 'tis the season once again here on the ISB. To be fair, though, if I had my way, I'd start celebrating Christmas sometime in mid-October and take the tree down just in time for St. Patrick's Day, but now that it's slightly more socially acceptable, I can finally unleash my collection of Holiday comics onto you, the discerning public.

Which brings us back to Terror, Inc. #8. The Terror, as you might recall from earlier discussions of D.G. Chichester's questionable sanity, is... surprisingly complicated. All you really need to know is that he's a phenomenally verbose German hitman with the face of a demon and the uncanny ability to swap pretty much every body part that isn't his torso or the majority of his head with the limbs of the recently deceased.

Even better, he gains the abilities associated with whoever's limbs he's co-opting at the time, a morbidly wacky premise that's stretched to its very limit right around the time he pops in a dead librarian's eyeball to save time at the reference desk.

Clearly, this is a character in dire need of a Christmas special.

Our story--which bears the incredible title "The Gift of the Maggia"--opens with the Terror in disguise, but only if you take the word "disguise" to mean "wearing a smock that does absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he has six foot-long whiskers sticking out the sides of his skeletal green head":



As it turns out, the Big T's slumming it as a prison barber in order to have a meeting with ex-mob accountant and current Death Row inmate Buddy Henry, who pays for the privilege by bribing a guard with a hundred bucks that he withdraws from what I can only describe as a very personal bank account.

See, despite the fact that the newspapers would lead you to believe that the Marvel Universe deals out some pretty strict punishments for white-collar crime...



...Henry's actually been framed for murder, and the New York Department of Corrections has decided to give him the electric chair roughly three days before Christmas, which, all things considered, is slightly more of a downer than only being able to find a crappy tree, Charlie Brown.

Anyway, Henry's understandably upset about missing Christmas with his family on account of being an electrocuted corpse, and decides to pay the Terror half a million dollars to, and I quote, "take parts of me, to give Christmas to Suze and Ollie from me... through you."

Admittedly, I'm single and don't have any kids, but I'm sure there are some fathers out there reading this, and I have to ask: Really? Is that what you'd want your wife and kid to have as their last Christmas memories of you? A half-demon hitman with your rotting hand stuck to the end of his forearm, kicking it on your couch and watching It's A Wonderful Life with the family? Because according to D.G. Chichester, that's the way to go.

And thus begins the parade of horrors that is Terror, Inc. #8.

While the Terror's assistant, Alexis Primo, is off having the coroner carve out Henry's eye and chop of his hand so her boss can go about his business of spreading alleged good cheer, the local middle-Maggia-management decides to ruin his chances by finding Mrs. Henry and the kid and having them brutally murdered. Fortunately, the Terror--dressed as Santa Claus and armed with a bucketful of gasoline--is there to save the day:



Charming! But it's about to get even worse.

A high speed car chase through a back alley ensues, and the Terror gets run over while saving Henry's kid, with the unfortunate side-effect that his legs ("borrowed" from the corpse of a suicidal Olympic sprinter) are crushed into a pulpy mass. On the bright side, though, Henry's kid is very, very stupid, and mistakes the Terror for the real Santa (owing, of course, to "facial hair and cellulite from a Yugoslavian circus's bearded lady") which allows the Terror to convince him to drag him into a nearby alley.

And that's when he asks little Ollie to close his eyes and think Christmasy thoughts, because it's time for Jolly Old St. Nick to break a bottle, shank a hobo, and--using a four-inch shard of broken glass--saw off the hobo's legs to replace the old ones.

Wow. Just... Just wow. No wonder they put that guy on trial.

That's not exactly the sort of thing you can top in 22 pages, so that's about when the Terror makes an appropriately dramatic entrance and ransom Mrs. Henry back from her sinister captors:



He gets her back, of course, by offering Henry's $500,000 in trade for her life, but--true to form--shows up a few days later to murder pretty much everyone involved except for Suzie and the kid, stealing the money back and then heading over to the Henry household to make paper ornaments, eat a cookie, and leave $150,000 for the family in a sequence that's both oddly touching and completely inadequate at overshadowing the brutal hobo-butchery of 7 pages previous.

And that's pretty much what passes for a happy ending in the reasonably disturbing world of D.G. Chichester and, now that I think of it, probably wasn't the right choice for my first Christmas special this year. But hey, it's still November, and it's all uphill from here, right?

Assuming nobody dismembers any vagrants in the Power Pack Holiday Special, I mean.




Relive the Magic! Last Year's Christmas Specials:

| Ant Man's Big Christmas |
| Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose #17 |
| Santa Saves the DC Universe! |
| The Worst Christmas Song Ever |
| A Marvel Comics Christmas: Marvel Team-Up #127 and Marvel Two-in-One #8 |
| Starman #27: Because YOU Demanded It! |
| The ISB Christmas Card, 2005 |

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Thanksgiving Hiatus

As much as I hate to do it, I'm afraid that it's time once again for me to take a break from the ISB in order to spend some alleged "quality" time with my family. I assure you, however, that I'd much rather be here poring over back issues to find, I don't know, the best panels from Micronauts or something to entertain you guys.

Incidentally? The three best panels from Micronauts are as follows, and I quote:

(Special thanks to Mark Hale for that one)


So yeah, I'll be back on Monday. But before I go, I'd like to take care of a few things.

First, because you guys were apparently all out of love and so lost without me last time I was late getting the comics reviews in, I can pretty much assure you that Punisher War Journal #1 is going to be my pick for Best of the Week, seeing as it features Matt Fraction and Ariel Olivetti doing a comic book where the Punisher fights Stilt-Man, which is genius.

So it's pretty much either that or Jack of Fables.

As for what I've actually read, the shop got preview copies of Casanova, GØDLAND, Daredevil, X-Factor, and Runaways, which were all excellent, and Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane, which was also excellent, but needs to be singled out for its heartfelt appeal to the readers to write MJ a letter.

With that out of the way, I'd like to take a few moments and--as is our custom this time of year at the ISB--talk about some of the things I'm thankful for this year.

First off--and this isn't just me sucking up--I'm thankful for you guys, who come by every day to see what I've written and leave comments or send me letters. Specifically, though, I'm thankful for the two-thirds of you who actually got the point of Anita Blake vs. Batman.

I'm thankful for the fine folks over at CRACKED Magazine for paying me to write jokes, and for the good people who write for the magazine and its affiliated blogs for being an incredibly entertaining group.

I'm thankful for the friendly members of the internet comics blogging community, who are a surprisingly friendly bunch. And of course, I'm thankful for Dave Campbell, who continues to serve as my own personal nemesis, and whose constant overshadowing of my work only drives me to greater heights, much like Shakespeare to my Marlowe.

Uh... you guys do know who Christopher Marlowe is, right?

And then there's all the standards: Good friends, certain members of my family, comics--even the bad ones--good health, all that jazz.

But finally, and... perhaps most of all... I'm thankful that a story in Archie at Riverdale High #2 has this title:



Happy Thanksgiving. Don't break anything while I'm gone.

Is This The End of OMAC?!

A few weeks ago, I got an email from a guy named David Morris who wanted to send me a copy of, as he described it, a "bootleg final issue" that he did for a little series that ISB readers might be familiar with called OMAC.

It arrived today, and it is awesome.



Despite the fact that it was one of the most astonishingly radical comics of all time, OMAC lasted only eight issues, ending in a sudden cancellation and a half-hearted resolution in the final issue that could charitably be referred to as "unsatisfying." And that's where Morris and penciller Dek Baker come in with their mini-comic version of OMAC #9, picking up right where the last issue left off.

Or, to be more accurate, it picks up where the penultimate panel of #8 leaves off, since the actual last panel pretty much amounts to, as Morris says in his note at the end, "then there was a big explosion and it was all over. The end."

Instead, they kick things off for an incredibly entertaining full-length 22-page story that does everything right. The story's done in the exact same style as Kirby's OMAC: The pages are laid out in the six-panel grid, the chapters are all kicked off with a splash page, and there's even a double-page spread on pages two and three--depicting the agents of the Global Peace Agency surveying the wreckage of Brother Eye--to kick things off right.

Even better are Morris's chapter breaks, done in the same fantastic over-the-top style that marked the original, like the one that leads into Chapter Two:

WHO ARE YOU?! What makes you you? What is the difference between a hero and a heel?
Questions of identity assume new and disturbing significance in The World That's Coming! That world will stand or fall depending on the answer to one such question...

WHO IS BUDDY BLANK?!



Tell me that's not awesome and I will call you a liar.

The story itself concerns Buddy Blank--reverted from his form as OMAC by the apparent destruction of Brother Eye--being held at the mercy of Dr. Skuba, the mad eco-terrorist who stole all the water in the world in the final issues of OMAC, being faced with monsters, torture, and a girl named Seaweed.

As you might expect, the GPA eventually sends a guy with an icepick out into space to fix Brother Eye, and Buddy becomes OMAC once again, and proceeds to wreck everything in sight, as is his habit:



It's exactly the kind of finish the book needed, and Morris and Baker do a much better job "getting Kirby right" than Neil Gaiman did with Eternals, and all in the span of one black-and-white mini-comic.

Plus, this is the back cover:



You can contact David Morris at baronblack[at]blueyonder[dot]co[dot]uk to get your own, and trust me: You should.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Where Is ROM's Money?!

From the pages of the now-classic Power Man and Iron Fist #73, we find out what happens when some mark-ass trick tries to hold out on a Spaceknight:



As you might expect, there can be only one outcome to these shennanigans:



Why it got to be so hard for a brother from Galador to get over in the game?

The Rumble in the Concrete Jungle!

It's not often that I admit my mistakes here on the ISB--mostly because I never make any--but I might've been a little too harsh in my review of Laurel K. Hamilton's Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter: Guilty Pleasures #1.

If you recall from last time, I put everyone's fourth-favorite resurrectionist up against Marvel's own Dracula, Lord of the Vampires, who came out ahead in a best-of-five comparison, and that may not have been fair. After all, even in Anita Blake's native land of novels, Dracula's been around a long time, and by using an entire trade paperback for comparison, I could pick and choose the best bits from multiple issues to contrast to only one issue of Anita Blake.

So this time, I'm going to make things fair! Not only am I restricting the competition to one issue's worth of evidence, but I'm also giving her an opponent that lacks any kind of super-powers whatsoever, but has thematic ties to Anita's chosen enemies that ought to make things a little more even.

That's right, folks, tonight on the ISB, it's the brawl for it all! In this corner, it's the lady of the hour with the deathly pallor...

Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter!


And her opponent, because you demanded it...

THE BATMAN.


And for the record, tonight's awesome will be supplied by The Batman Adventures #13.




ROUND ONE: Lookin' Good!


Batman, seen here wrecking the living hell out of a couple of Ubus, is drawn by the late, great Mike Parobeck, whose clean linework, incredible page layouts, and awesome storytelling style made him one of the most well-respected artists of the '90s.



Anita Blake, seen here cowering in fear of vermin, appears to have a lazy eye and thighs like a pair of Christmas geese.



ADVANTAGE: Batman





ROUND TWO: Deductive Reasoning


Batman can look at two scratches in the floor, a busted mirror, and a notebook with some pages ripped out and determine not only exactly what happened, but where the parties in question are now:



Meanwhile, Anita Blake's called in by the local five-oh in her first issue to perform some crime scene hoodoo, but in #2, she reveals the true extent of her amazing detective skills:



Wow, you bet those are wererats? Was it the fact that they're giant, talking humanoid rodents that tipped you off, or was that just a lucky shot in the dark?

To be fair, though, she did determine it without having to look in the Monster Manual.

ADVANTAGE: Batman





ROUND THREE: Love is a Four-Letter Word


If there's one thing these two have in common, it's a knack for ending up with star-crossed lovers. In Batman's case, it's the beautiful and deadly Talia, daughter of immortal ninja and all-around super-badass Ra's Al-Ghul, a relationship slightly complicated by her devotion to her father's goal of killing two thirds of the Earth's population.



Anita, on the other hand, has... this guy.



Meet francophonic Vampire and strip-club entrepreneur Jean-Claude, whose dialogue is best read in a voice not unlike James from Team Rocket's. He leads Anita into some kind of trap, has his friends smack her around a little bit, and ends up giving her super-powers before tossing her into a dungeon to deal with sentient vermin. Apparently, he hangs with Aubrey.

ADVANTAGE: Batman





ROUND FOUR: High Fives to the Right, Make-Outs to the Left


After a pretty intense sequence of events involving a knife-fight, Anita Blake and Cap'n Wispy of the H.M.S. Lestat over there head out into the rain to enjoy a bit of quality time in what I assure you is the most Harlequin-Romancy scene of any comic I own:



Batman and Talia pretty much do the same thing. Except replace "in the rain" with "in the middle of a fire."



ADVANTAGE: Batman





ROUND FIVE: Fightin' And Winnin'


Anita actually makes a pretty strong showing in this issue: Not only does she manage to produce a hidden blade and shank Aubrey when things get a little Road House down at the club...



...but a few panels before she breaks down into shouting for help, she's able to deal with the wererats with some good solid kicking:



Batman, your response?

KNOCK KNOCK.



BATMAN CALLING.




Batman hit that guy so hard that he fell out of the panel.

ADVANTAGE: Batman





Holy Cats! With an unprecedented five-to-zero shutout, your winner is...

THE BATMAN!


I'm sure this comes as a complete shock to those of you who haven't been paying attention over the past week, but I assure you: Science got my back.

Friday, November 17, 2006

APARO!

And now, from an eleven-page story in Detective Comics #444, the ISB proudly presents...

Three Pictures Of Batman Hitting People So Hard That They Explode








Jim Aparo, ladies and gentlemen.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

The Week In Ink: 11-15-06

Well, it's not exactly a kick to the face, but really: How often do you see this happen?



For the record, Archie's dealing out harsh justice to a couple of guys who kidnapped Veronica while disguised as a stalker and a private investigator, thus proving that he learned a thing or two from his time with the Punisher. And you guys were wondering why I buy those books.

But enough Riverdalean Chin-Checkery! It's the third week of November, and comics reviews are GO!




Comics

52: Week 28: Much to my dismay, this issue marks the return of Lobo, who promptly drops one of the strangest lines I have ever read, presented here with my emphasis added: "See now, if I could only relax my vow of non-violence, I could deal with this in about how many gore an' gizz encrusted seconds?" Confusing syntax aside, I'm not sure how you'd pronounce that word, but I know what I think it says, and--Sweet Christmas, man, they don't even use that kind of talk over at Vertigo! Even beyond that, though, the whole subplot with Lobo has completely lost me. The idea of the Emerald Eye of Ekron coming from the Emerald Head of Ekron was one that I really thought was intriguing, but now the head's become a spaceship that's also a Green Lantern, and the whole thing's gotten to the point where even Adam Strange flips out about the plot twists, and I can sympathize. The Question(s) and Batwoman sequences, however, continue to move along at a nice brisk pace, and Bruno Manheim's crazy Intergang with its cannibalism, prophecies, and all-around nuttiness makes for a pretty great foil to them.

Unfortunately, I'm rapidly losing interest in the Secret Origin backups. Don't get me wrong, I like the new Cat-Man and Dale Eaglesham's art is worlds better than what Howard Chaykin turned in last week, but more than half of his origin is stuff that happened last year, and I doubt that a whole lot of people really need a refresher course on the faraway events of 2005.


Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter: Guilty Pleasures #2: Hands down, this is one of the most enjoyably horrible comics I've ever read. It's like an equally fetishized, yet far less pornographic version of Tarot, and it's just as hilarious for all the wrong reasons. But I'll go into more detail on that tomorrow soon.


Aquaman: Sword of Atlantis #45: I've been enjoying Kurt Busiek and Butch Guice on Aquaman a heck of a lot over the past few months, so the news that Tad Williams is coming on to replace him next year isn't exactly thrilling me, especially since I utterly failed to enjoy his work on The Next. Really, though, it's more a matter of how much I've been enjoying Busiek, and this issue--with its huge battles, excellent character moments, fun use of the underwater environment, and the Sea Devils--pretty much encapsulates everythinge I like about it. Of course, I'd like it a little more if it wasn't a month late, but it still a very, very good comic book.


Astonishing X-Men #18: For me, there's not a whole heck of a lot better than the idea that Cyclops wakes up, figures out that the X-Men have been taken down, and then decides it's time to put on his Grant Morrison/Frank Quitely clothes and go kick some ass. It's thematically appropriate for the story, since the whole shebang revolves around the X-Men slugging it out with the villain that defines their run on the title, but, well, I talked about my fondness for costume changes last week, and it doesn't hurt that those are some of my favorite costumes. It's great stuff, and it only gets better when Hisako--who's rapidly becoming one of my favorite new characters--and Wolverine team up for a massive throwdown against Ord and Danger. It's like Whedon and Cassaday are making exactly the X-Men comic that I want to read, and as I've said before over the course of the series, they're doing a pretty fantastic job with it.


Astro City: The Dark Age, Book Two #1: One of the things that I really like about Astro City is the way that Kurt Busiek's set up a timeline that allows him to play around with trends in the comics, and a story that focuses on the decade that brought us the Grim Vigilante has a pretty big appeal for me. It's got it all, too: Karate vigilantes on a mission of revenge, a thinly-veiled Daredevil analog who went from a wisecracking swashbuckler to a brutal, street-level crimefighter, and a universe-shattering cosmic event that the general public really couldn't care lessa bout. It's an interesting premise that forms the cornerstone of the usual interesting and highly enjoyable story, and it's well worth a read.


Birds of Prey #100: Gail Simone turns in her usual entertainig script, and while it's a lot of fun to see who she pegged for possible membership in the Birds of Prey--including two "Planet DC" characters--and her method of contacting them, I've got to confess that I have no idea who the woman in Panel 4 (the one from Gotham City) is supposed to be. I thought it might be Maggie Sawyer, but she doesn't really fit the pattern.

Of course, the real draw of the book is the new team, and if the lineup presented in this issue is one that's going to stick around for a while, I have the feeling that a lot of people are going to be very happy with this book, me included. And it's not just because I suspecta groundswell of support for the new Judomaster, either. It's a group of characters that makes for a pretty interesting dynamic (although my favorite one of them is referred to with a term used in card games and MMORPGs, a technique that's cropping up with alarming frequency lately), and it's almost exactly the team that I would've picked if you asked me who I wanted to read about every month. Even better, the story that introduces them's well-done, clever, and reasonably self-contained, and the last-page reveal was one that I was almost unreasonably excited about. It's excellent stuff, and the backup story with Paolo Sequiera's well worth the extra buck on the cover.


Catwoman #61: Ever since I jumped on with the "One Year Later" issues, Will Pfeifer and David Lopez's Catwoman has been one of the most surprising and consistently entertaining comics I get, this issue's big finale to the Film Freak story (which is really the same story that's been going on for the past nine issues) is immensely satisfying, even if there are a few panels where Holly's girlfriend Karon bears a striking resemblance to Aunt May.


Checkmate #8


Civil War #5: Let's face it: If there was any way that Marvel could turn Civil War around for me, it would be throwing the Punisher into the middle of it and having him be totally awesome, And to be fair, I like just about everything that guy does in this issue, and the idea that he's sort of the poster boy for when costumed vigilantes go wrong is a neat one to explore in a series like this. But you know what? Aside from that, I actually think it's getting worse. Here's an itemized list of why:

1. Try reading this thing back-to-back with the latest issue of Amazing Spider-Man--a high-selling flagship Marvel Universe title that leads directly into page four--and playing a little game called "Spot The Contradiction." There's at least two.

2. Peter Parker's wearing his "Iron Spider" costume, which is--as you may have guessed--made of metal. In fact, it's made of metal that has stopped bullets. And yet by the time he's running through the sewers, the whole thing's shredded and "battle damaged" like his old costume would be. You know, the one made of cloth.

3. ...Or maybe it was the glass that shredded it. The glass that couldn't be broken by a guy who once shot steel girders from a giant slingshot, but explodes pretty quick when it's appropriate for the plot.

4. Just in case it wasn't already obvious who the villain of this piece was (Hint: It's Iron Man. You can tell because he's fighting Captain America, and fighting Captain America pretty much makes you a villain regardless of who you are), the fact that he commissioned a group that includes Venom, Lady Deathstrike, and multiple nun-killer Bullseye and allowed them to be sent after his friends should be a pretty huge clue.

5. Hey, remember how Spider-Man has that super-power that warns him about danger? Yeah, well Mark Millar doesn't.

6. Reed Richards' speech to the She-Hulk about how Hank Pym's on anti-depressants and his "darling Sue wouldn't have left" if he hadn't taken a side has almost as much emotional resonance as the "What sin could a man commit in a single lifetime" speech from The Amazing Collossal Man. Almost.

7. Oh, and Clone Thor wasn't a clone, he was a cyborg. Or a cyborg clone. Or a shitty plot device. Nobody's quite sure yet.

And finally...

8. The whole thing with Daredevil/Iron Fist and the silver dollar he's been keeping under his tongue--presumably for the duration of the series thus far--and then giving it to Tony Stark so that he can call him Judas is, without question, the most laughably convoluted metaphor I have ever read. And I read Anita Blake this week.

And that's just the stuff I don't like about it. At this point, the only things this book has going for it are the big, exciting moments like the Punisher showing up and claiming to be a guy in a ski mask that I didn't even notice, and with two issues left to go, those are running out pretty rapidly. It's phenomenally stupid, reads like Millar has no idea of how the characters are supposed to work, and aside from Steve McNiven's very pretty artwork, is probably one of the worst comics Marvel's putting out right now.


The Escapists: And now, to balance things out a little bit, we've got the consistently-amazing Escapists. I've said it all before, but this book's filling the shoes of a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel pretty darn well. If you read enough of Vaughan's comics, you realize that he's the kind of writer who loves to play with language and metaphors, and the way that he's making an Escapist story set within a story of the creators taking on the identities of the heroes in order to free themselves the way their character does is the kind of plot that he can just go crazy with, and the rapid-fire sequences of plans, romance and a suspense-filled ending all work out to be some incredible comics. The art, too, is incredible as always: Steve Rolston does a great job, and the setup for Matt and Case in the elevator is a great piece of comics, and when it combines with Alexander's "in-character" sequences, it's downright excellent.

Invincible #36


ISB BEST OF THE WEEK




Jack Staff #12: If someone walked up to me and asked for one single comic book that embodied everything I love about the medium, this is the one I'd give them. Why? Because Jack Staff IS comics.

I've often said that if it came out more often it'd be the best thing on the stands, and after a four-month gap between #10 and #11, it finally looks like it's getting back on track, and I couldn't be happier. It's got action, drama, mystery, humor, horror, it breaks the fourth wall, and as far as innovative page layouts go, there is nobody better in comics today than Paul Grist. And this issue, which kicks off on the inside front cover and doesn't stop going until it hits the inside back cover, is one of the best issues of the series. It's the cap of a story that started with Morlan the Mystic--a barely-veiled homage to Alan Moore who writes horoscopes for the local paper--warning Jack that if he bought eggs while grocery shopping, things would go horribly wrong. He does, they do, and this issue culminates in an all-out brawl between Britain's Greatest Hero, his World War II-era foe Kaptain Krieg, a demon, an immortal warrior charged with protecting the universe, a trio of supernatural investigators, and Tom Tom The Robot Man. And as awesome as that might sound, I can assure you: It's even better when you actually read it.

It's amazing stuff, and if you haven't been reading it, you need to.

Robin #156: Adam Beechen wrote this week's issue of Legends of the Dark Knight, and while it's very good, this issue of Robin blows it away simply by being one of the best PSA comics I've ever read. It might be the best compliment to say that it doesn't really feel like a PSA at all, despite the fact that there's an ad for the National Suicide Prevention Hotline right there in the last panel. Instead, it comes off as another well-done issue, and while it's fairly slow-paced compared to the rest of Beechen and Freddie Williams II's run, it's the kind of breather issue that's necessary for a book's pacing, and it does a lot to advance the ongoing story, with some incredibly enjoyable character development thrown in for good measure. Very well-done stuff.


Shadowpact #7: This is the kind of book where the characters decide they need to work out some foolproof battle tactics, and so turn to Nightmaster and Detective Chimp while sending Rex the Wonder Dog on an undercover mission to the pits of Hell itself.

Point being: Bill Willingham is quite possibly the raddest dude alive.


Union Jack #3: I mentioned last week that Christos Gage has been doing nothing lately but writing comics I love to read, and this issue's no exception. Right from the "previously-in" page, there seems to be a pretty obvious effort to establish Union Jack as the "people's hero," and while that's the kind of thing that can go wrong very easily, Gage handles it excellently in a snappy two-page sequence before moving on to a fantastic last page. Of course, to be fair, there's a lot to like about this book beyond Gage, too: Mike Perkins and Andrew Hennessy's art is fantastic, and Laura Villlari does an excellnt job with the coloring, and if there's any chance of getting an ongoing with Union Jack and the rest of his international strike team with that group of people working on it, I'd be more than happy to buy it every month.


X-Men: First Class #3: One of the things I've noticed over the past few months--and with this issue in particular--is that First Class is written and paced a lot like you'd expect from an animated series. It's not necessarily a bad thing, either, and while this issue's plot is pretty standard fare--the idea of a dream-world where everyone has what they always wanted and which quickly falls apart under scrutiny is the basis for one of my favorite episodes of Batman: The Animated Series--Parker and Cruz do a great job with it, setting up all the right bits and dropping in all the right challenges, and end up with a story that's a lot of fun.





Trades

Avengers and Power Pack Assemble: I forgot to mention it last week when I picked up Spider-Man/Power Pack #1, but I've actually been enjoying the heck out of Marc Sumerak and GuriHiru's Power Pack stuff since it kicked off last year, and this one's the best one so far. Not coincidentally, it's also the one with the most in-depth storyline that actually continues through the whole series, and since it involves everyone's favorite kids-given-powers-by-a-space-unicorn going up against the Taskmaster with Captain America and then facing off against Kang the Conqueror and hanging out with their future selves, the appeal here should be pretty obvious. It's great stuff for kids, but flip through it: It might surprise you with how good it is for everyone else, too.


Captain America: The Swine: Much as I hate to admit it, I'm a little behind on my Jack Kirby Captain America, and haven't even started Bicentennial Battles yet. Fortunately, instead of skipping ahead, I've employed my method of reviewing via flipping to a random page. The result? This:




Tell me you don't want to know what that guy's all about, and I'll call you a liar, bucko.

Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Volume 1: Tania Del Rio's run on Sabrina is something I've been wanting to take a closer look at ever since she jumped on with the manga-style revamp a couple years ago, and while you could argue that Archie Comics has been putting out digest-sized trades for the past thirty years, getting an actual trade paperback collection out of 'em isn't something that happens often. If the "1" on the spine to this one's any indication however, there'll be more forthcoming, and I've got to admit I'm excited about that. What really makes it interesting for me is that Del Rio's actually doing continuing stories with the characters, and while Sabrina's a bit of a special case (what with being the only Archie character to undergo pretty massive revamps due to her ties in other media), it's interesting to see how that sort of thing works out.

To Del Rio's credit, it works out pretty well (in the first volume at least), and while I'm not sure I'd like to see the same sort of storytelling style applied to the core Archie cast, it's certainly got potential for a book like Josie and the Pussycats, which, while it's also written by Del Rio in the pages of Archie & Friends, still doesn't have the kind of story-to-story continuity that you find in Sabrina. Either way, it's well-done and a heck of a lot of fun, if you're into really girly comics about witches.

And the record will show that I totally am.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Danger Signs

Thanks to Max Radical, who recently gave us safety guidelines for dealing with the shambling hordes of the undead, the ISB's finally been brought up code:



Be advised: I am no longer legally responsible for any injuries that occur as a result of me blowing your mind.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

An Open Letter to the Robot Masterminds Sending Me Messages On MySpace

Dear Robot Masterminds,

Yesterday, I recieved the following:



An invitation from Alyssa

Date: Nov 30, 2006 07:00 PM

Subject: New Secret Ringtone That Adults Cannot Hear!


Hi S Char, I found your profile from Black Dawn by searching for people from WASHINGTON who are 19 or younger. We just created a brand new low frequency ringtone for cellphones that adults over 25 cannot hear and we're looking for people in OMAK who could help us evaluate the new ringtone. It only takes 15 seconds and you'd get a complimentary copy of the ringtone for your help. I'd really be grateful if you could help us out. Thanks!



Far be it from me to criticize the complex sequence of ones and zeroes that allows you to perform your daily spamvertising duties, but there are several problems with this:

  1. My name is not "S Char." Admittedly, most of the letters you got there fit into mine somewhere, but to be honest with you, I think you were thinking of someone else.

  2. I don't know anyone named "Black Dawn," although it does sound like it might be some kind of secret ninja organization. If this is the case, please add me to your friends list.

  3. Surprising pretty much everybody, I do not actually reside in OMAK, Washington, although now that I've heard the name, I want nothing more than to go there, entering the city only after fighting my way through the private army of the super-rich. Regardless, I actually live in South Carolina, and even with the pretty generous lead time you've given, I doubt it'd be feasable for me to head to the opposite side of the country for fifteen seconds and a free ringtone. Nevermind the fact that...

  4. I'm not 19 or younger. I'm actually 24, which means that I'm really not the target audience for a cell-phone ringtone that I won't be able to hear in nine months. And even if I was within the stated demographic, matters would be somewhat complicated by the fact that...

  5. Like most people, I already have a ringtone that adults over 25 can't hear. It's called "vibrate," and if there's anything we've learned from R. Kelly, it's that utilizing this feature can save a lot of extremely convoluted heartache.


In closing, while I certainly appreciate that you've singled me out as a fan of highly dubious science, like the kind that would necessitate a frequency emitted by a cell phone that you somehow lost the ability to hear on your 25th birthday that could also form a recognizeable version of "Lean Back," I'm afraid I'll have to decline the invitation.

I am, however, putting Alyssa into my Top 8. I think she likes me.

Best,
--Chris

Monday, November 13, 2006

The Crank File: The Brave and the Bold #115

Ever since "Hoosier X" mentioned it a few months ago as being Bob Haney's favorite story, I've been looking out for a copy of Brave and the Bold #115, and thanks to my pal Dr. K, I've finally been able to get my hands on a copy. It's in pretty bad shape, to the point where the cover's gone and the pages are falling apart, and I can only assume that it exploded from the sheer amount of radness it was trying to contain.

Because this is the story where the Atom reanimates Batman's corpse so that he can fight crime from beyond the grave



It's official: "By Bob Haney and Jim Aparo" is the sweetest phrase in the English language.

So here's how it all goes down: Debbie Manton is a beloved college student who takes time out from her busy schedule to mentor unforunate kids under the watchful eye of Batman. Unfortunately, she also happened to stumble across a gangland murder on her way home from work, a bit of bad luck that happens roughly every twenty minutes on the mean streets of Gotham City.

Of course, being the good citizen that she is, Debbie comes forward, and--again, because this is Gotham City we're talking about here--is immediately kidnapped and held for ransom.

Needless to say, Batman does not approve, and launches an investigation that consists of him beating the living hell out of everyone that isn't Alfred or Comissioner Gordon with his pantented Jim Aparo Backhand:



I've said it before, but it bears repeating: Every time Jim Aparo drew Batman hitting someone, it looked like--at the very least--they would never walk again.

In the wake of a sustained and brutal beating, information is pretty quick to arrive, and in order keep from spooking the kidnappers, he decides that it'd be a good idea to not tell anybody else where the gang's hideout is. This, as you might expect, will be important later. Equally important? The fact that the gang thinks it's a good idea to electrify the fifth-floor windows of their building, but not the front door.

Either way, it's enough to kill Batman:



Yeah, you heard me: Batman's dead! Well, brain-dead at least, with actual death to follow sometime within the hour once his lungs and heart get the memo. It's a shocking piece of news, and although Comissioner Gordon's reasonably upset, he seems a little more bothered by the fact that Batman died without finishing his case. Let me tell you, that guy's all business sometimes.

He refuses to accept the word that Batman's shuffled loose this mortal cape and cowl, and brings in an expert in to confirm things. Because when you have a question of a complex medical nature, you want to get a particle physicist to come in and check things out.

Fortunately, he manages to pick the one visiting physicist who's also well-versed in science of a highly dubious nature and has the ability to shrink down and go stomp around in Batman's brain to see what happens.

Yes, friends, he calls upon Ray Palmer: Re-Animator.



...and that's when the Atom shrinks down, hops into Batman's ear canal, pauses just long enough to drop some knowledge on the kids by explaining how the ear works, and starts stomping around in Batman's brain until he finally kicks the synapse that makes him get up and go fight crime.

By this logic, Sue Dibny should be frigg'n immortal by now.

Also, I feel I should mention that Dr. Frankenpalmer explains that while he'll be contributing to some of the major motor functions, Batman's mostly going to be operating purely on reflex. Which means that Batman's involuntary reaction to the world around him is to hunt down evil and beat the crap out of it.



And that is probably the most badass thing I have ever heard.

So Batman--with the Atom riding shotgun in his skull and giving his frontal lobe a swift kick every time he needs to punch something--heads over to an abandoned police station to rescue Debbie, only to find a thug holding a gun to her head, threatening to shoot her if Batman comes any closer. Which is why the Atom gives up on controlling Batman, jumps out of his skull, and takes care of things in his own inimitable fashion:



For the record, the Atom is punching with "the impact of a closely-fired bullet," which means that he is essentially shooting that guy in the face with his bare hands. Sweet Christmas!

So, Debbie is rescued, and even better, Batman comes back to life... somehow... in a scene that reads like Murray Boltinoff had to call up Bob Haney and remind him that Batman couldn't die again at the end of the story. The actual explanation, however, is much more sciencey. Sort of.



So remember, kids: If you come across a dead body, just kick 'em in the brain a couple times to get things going again.

It's science.




More of the Craziest Frigg'n Things I've Ever Seen:

| The Brave and the Bold #81 |
| Adventure Comics #303 |
| Metal Men #3-5 |

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Over-The-Top Violence Defined

Not to go all Random Panels on you guys or anything, but while I was taking a few days off last week, I read through Mike Oeming and Travel Foreman's Ares trade paperback, and it is awesome.

Why?

Because there is a scene where Ares asks Hercules to pick him up and throw him at an army of zombie samurai, and then pulls out a pair of automatic pistols and starts shooting them in midair...



...while he is on fire.

Unless you teach Karate to sharks, that is going to be the toughest thing you see all day.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Hop Aboard the Nightmare Train!

Be warned! Tonight's ISB post may induce coma or death!

Now gaze, ye mortals, upon the face of terror:



Before you die... you see Bettysheep.

Friday, November 10, 2006

All Shall Be Revealed, Part Three!

This is the big one!

That's right, tonight, the winner of the first-ever ISB Q&A contest--and the recipient of a prize package valued at over $4.22--will be revealed. But first, the jam-packed grand finale where I finally finish answering your questions!






Thess wonders when Rob Liefeld's revolutionary comics masterpiece is finally going to come out (Hint: It'll be late):

What work in the history of all comicdom would you say has the largest gap between the quality of the comic and the quality of its creative team?

Could be the best comic by bad artists, or the worst comic by great artists. Your pick.


And now, three items from the legendary career of Alan Moore: Watchmen. V For Vendetta. Violator/Badrock.

One of these things is not like the others.




Anonymous the Seventh put me in his circle:

Why won't you return my calls?

Take my advice, A7: Never accept an offer of long distance service from the alleged Prince of Nigeria that winds up in your inbox after a night of heavy drinking. My cell phone weighs six pounds, and my outgoing calls cost $14 and a goat per minute.

And seriously, I've got no bars out here.




Nimbus wonders about my continuing efforts to extort comments from my readership:

How did you know that offering free comics and a piece of awesome, original artwork would produce the greatest response to one of your blog posts evah?

I was actually pretty surprised that the rest of the world shares my love of things they don't have to pay for, although I probably wouldn't use the term "awesome original artwork" to describe a crayon drawing of Blue Devil on a (slightly used) current-size backing board.

Unless, of course, I was selling it on eBay.

And are you ashamed, and perhaps a little saddened, that you get more comments from a non-post like this than from one of your "proper" posts (with, you know, actual content, scans of awesome comics and, just maybe, a little humour)?

Not really. It's been my experience with Badass Week and the Superboy Sound Effect Challenge that when I actually ask for a response, I tend to get a lot more comments than I normally would. Of course, I love getting a response to my regular posts, too, which is somewhat complicated by the notion that, as Kalinara once told me, "a lot of what you write stands without comment." I suspect that has a lot to do with the fact that nobody else bothered to read a lot of the stuff I write about.

I'm looking at you, Supernaturals.




DJMikerdee was so excited about Mechanical Murder in the World of Dinosaurs that he forgot to include a question mark. I can't say I blame him:

Dammit! Why have you not done an overview on the greatest comic series of all time: "Skull the Slayer" - 8 whopping issues of Marvel madness with dinosaurs, aliens, Aztecs and - for two Marvel Two-In-One issues - Benjamin Grimm!

Probably because it's never been conveniently collected into an Essential (which is going to happen when you're about 17 issues short of filling one of those things) or suggested to me... until now. And since a quick look over at the GCD informs me that the last half of the series--which promises Savage ACTION as you've come to expect from the far-reaching House of Ideas--was written by none other than Boisterous Bill Mantlo. And that means that it's totally getting purchased.




INSIDE JOKE ALERT: Cody, whom one may presume does not work at the tire factory in Hell, puts the Trifecta into play:

Why are you playing Bully and not Marvel: Ultimate Alliance?

Bully came out first. And it is also probably the single best video game of the year. Plus, I was kinda holding off on Ultimate Alliance in the hopes that I'll scrape together enough cash to get an XBox 360 soon, at which time I can play as Moon Knight. Until then, I'll just have to boycott it in protest of the inclusion of a scene in Asgard that does not feature the Warriors Three.

...Although according to Wikipedia, you fight MODOK. And that means I totally need to buy it right now.

In MUA, why does Dr. Strange have hands the size of steam shovels?

All those years of casting spells with his hands in what Jeff Parker called "Dt'kho Position" have built Strange's finger-muscles up to a truly phenomenal degree. You just don't usually notice it, because Wong is actually twelve feet tall.

It's in the Handbook.

The Punisher's old "diamond tipped fingernail" (which he used to cut through ropes that had him tied to the barrel of a huge cannon): Awesome instance of planning ahead or symbol of Frank's love of the bling?

Yes.




Aurora's own Matt Brady is planted firmly in the gutter:

Which has more hilariously creepy sex scenes: Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose or Housewives at Play?

Hilariously creepy? Oh, that's Tarot, hands down. Check out the sound effect from this classic scene:



That might be a guy going face-first right into his girlfriend's sister's Cronin, but it's also pretty hilarious.

Housewives, on the other hand, has the distinction of having the absolute worst and most thoroughly non-erotic thing I have ever seen in a porn comic. Well, an American porn comic, anyway. It's not like it's AG Super Erotic Anthology or anything.




Davy knows there ain't nobody dope as me:

Chris, in the face of being so incredibly awesome - how do you stay humble?

Two words: Dave Campbell.




Cody, who may or may not be the same guy from two questions ago, goes a little high-brow on me:

Better man vs. tank fight:

The Midnighter in Afghanistan or the Saint of Killers in Arizona?


If for no other reason than the fact that he's far less powerful than the Force of Nature that is the Saint of Killers, and yet still manages to kick a bullet in the face, I'm giving this one to the Midnighter.




Rick conducts mad experiments to fuse two popular search keywords:

Can you confirm or deny that Batman is the Chuck Norris of the DC Universe?

Yes, I can.




Haole apparently got here from the link on Deadspin:

So, South Carolina has opened as a thirteen point dog against Florida in the Return of Spurrier to the Swamp. Would you take the 'Cocks to cover?

Outside of five, maybe six words, I have no idea what you just said. I do, however, know that people were really excited about Steve Spurrier around here a couple of years ago--and by "really excited," I mean that I pass by like three billboards on the way to work that say things like "SC IS SPURRIER COUNTRY!"--so I'm going to go with yes.

Yes, I would take the Cocks to... cover... uh... the swamp dogs.

Moving on!




Bakuryu brings things back to the only sport(s entertainment) I'm knowledgeable about:

Who would win in a no-holds-barred contest of surviving claustrophobia: Dave Batista or Storm?

Storm's typical response to being locked up in a confined space was to FREAK OUT while Chris Claremont wrote captions reminding us of how hot she was. Batista, on the other hand, was able to confront his fear with only a small bit of prodding from Chavo Guerrero.

Plus, Batista's really worked on developing some charisma over the past few years, while Storm's been relegated to the supporting cast of a book written by a guy who thinks Namor can talk to fish.




Jon Hex knows that as a mathematician, I make a great writer:

If Bucky was only unfrozen for only a cumulative five years and Danny Rand is the Daredevil associated with Civil War, when Iron Man and Spider-Man fight, how long will it take them to realize Jon Hex is the coolest man alive?

Considering the shipping schedule we're working with here, Jon, I'm going to give you a rough estimate of a billion years.




Nate has problems:

Why is the swelling getting worse?

I've got some bad news for you, pal: That's not swelling. That's a Kuato.




Danicus dreams of a more violent DCU:

When a Green Lantern is confronted with an enemy that has painted himself yellow, why is it that they never just stab an emerald javelin into the opponent's pupil? those are ALWAYS black.

Probably because that is an egregious violation of the Comics Code, but that's a little bit out of my area of expertise. If you have any more questions regarding Green Lantern, feel free to send them here, or--for more ass-based queries--here.




Lauren laments...

Why, oh why, did they bring Jason Todd back?

As much as I hate Judd Winick as a comics writer, I can sympathize with his desire to fix one of the many, many problems with "Hush," and to be honest, after actually reading the stories, they're the best ones that he's written for DC, as much as I disagree with the decision that brought them around.

To answer your question, though: a) Because it was inevitable, and b) to make a lot of money.




Atom Warlock is setting up brackets for this year's All-Valley Tournament:

Iron Fist or Shang Chi in a battle to determine who is the ultimate Kung Fu master?

Normally, I'd go with Shang Chi. He is, by definition, The Master of Kung Fu, which means that there is nobody better at it than him. But you did use the word "battle," and since Iron Fist punched a dragon and then bear hugged it to death in order to steal the mystic powers of its heart, Danny Rand reigns as the best around.

Nothin's ever gonna keep him down!




Jeffery Hardy Quah conducts the most awesome exit poll ever:

Who would you vote for President: Karate Kid or Karate Bearfighter?

Trick question: Neither Val Armorr nor Masutatsu Oyama are American Citizens, and are therefore ineligible for the presidency. Plus, I don't think either one's 35 yet.

That aside, however, Oyama's experience as a KARATE BULLFIGHTER in his previous adventures would give him a stronger base for leadership skills necessary for the running of a country, so he gets my vote. But I'd want him to name Karate Kid as Secretary of Anti-Gravity Ass-Kicking.




Philip "The Thrilip" Looney returns for a question that none of you will understand:

In a joke that maybe 5 people who read your blog will get - The Cap'n and Bear (not a real bear, but Bear) in a cage match - who ya got?

In what may be the only example ever of the Cap'n being more mobile than somebody, I'd have to give him the edge in a physical confrontation.

Bear wouldn't have a leg to stand on.




The amazingly not-safe-for-work Shon Richards asks the question that it took me the longest to think up an answer to:

What reccomended music do you suggest as the soundtrack for your blog?

To be honest with you, Shon, I missed out on a lot of music while I was a teenager, and as a result, I'm still catching up late to the party when it comes to becoming anything resembling an audiophile. Fortunately, a lot of my friends in the internet comics community don't share that problem, and between them and my good friend and coworker Tug Baker--who is solely responsible for about half of my current tastes in music--I've been doing a lot of catching up.

As such, I was pretty tempted to just open up WinAmp and jot down whatever songs caught my eye, but a soundtrack to the ISB is something different than just a list of music I like to listen to. It's got to be a list of songs that actually fit in with the style I'm trying to capture with my writing, and that's a little harder to come up with.

But I said I'd answer, and so now, for the first time ever, here's the track list for your Five Song ISB Mixtape, suitable for listening while reading boldface commentary of super-heroes punching animals:

Art Brut - Good Weekend: Art Brut, which is one of Tug's contributions to my permanent playlist, also has a song called "Fight!" that's also pretty thematically appropriate, but it's more about the "arguing with your girlfriend" kind than the "punching someone in the face" kind. Either way, they're awesome, and this one's my favorite from the album, and the exact text of the post I'm holding in reserve for the day when I actually do get a new girlfriend.

Kenickie - Come Out 2Nite: I mentioned last night that lately, I've been listening to a lot of the music that Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie talk about in Phonogram, and this song plays a pretty big role in the events of the first issue. Also, it is ridiculously good.

William Shatner (With Joe Jackson) - Common People: Another thing I mentioned in last night's Phonogram review was how Common People is one of my favorite songs, and William Shatner's version from his surprisingly-awesome album "Has Been"--produced by Ben Folds--is astonishing. I would've put a link to a YouTube video of it here, but, well, it looks like they're all of people lip-synching to it, and while I have no greater desire than to rock this mother out at karaoke, I wouldn't subject people who haven't been drinking to that kind of thing.

Electric Six - Dance Commander: This song uses the word "awesome" three times in the chorus, and--like most Electric Six songs--seems to exist only so that someone can rock out while singing about fire. And if that's not a musical metaphor for the ISB, I don't know what is.

Elvis Costello - No Action: Although "Every Day I Write The Book" might be a better metaphor for the length of my posts, "No Action" is a pretty common justification for why I didn't like something. Like, say, Superman Returns.

BONUS TRACK: Wu-Tang Clan - Wu Tang Clan Ain't Nothin' To Fuck With: To be played whenever a post centers on Batman. Although I should note that I, too, have a style that is awesome, and I have caused almost as many Family Feuds as Richard Dawson.

So there you have it, Shon: a workable soundtrack of loud, fast music that can be enjoyed while reading the ISB. If it's more music you're after, though, I've done a lot of work to the tune of 24 Hours, Disc 1 and A Night At The Hip-Hopera, both fantastic mash-up albums by The Kleptones that are available to download or torrent on their site.

And speaking of downloadable music, you could do a lot worse for a daily soundtrack than to check out bitterandrew's Armagideon Time, an mp3 blog by one of those comics-reading audiophiles I mentioned that recently hosted a post dedicated to me and my love of scripted grappling.

Seriously, download Super Destroyer Mark II. It's worth it.




And now, the Runner-Up of the ISB Q&A Contest:

Brian has an alarmingly specific dilemma for me:

Oh no, a huge stack of longboxes full of Good copies of 'Rom Spaceknight' has collapsed and crushed your body! Fortunately it's a Wednesday, and there's a mad scientist at your store ready to transplant your brain into a new body.

What body, m'friend? A super-ape? Luke Cage? A cyborg whale with laser cannons sprouting out of its blowholes?


As much as I'd love to go with that last option--especially given my well-known vendetta against krill--I've got to confess that I probably wouldn't be able to think it up, given the situation you've placed me in.

Instead, with the loss of blood getting to me and nothing to do until help arrives than leaf through Bill Mantlo's late-70s space epic, I'd most likely get to the point where by the time the Mad Scientist arrived with plans to install my mind into a Cricketron, I'd instead demand that he employ the fantastic science of Galador to turn me into...

SIMS: SPACEKNIGHT



After that, I'd probably wander around and appear to murder innocent people while actually sending masquerading Dire Wraiths to Limbo, act completely shocked when people were upset by the fact that it looks an awful lot like I'm blasting friendly senior citizens with death rays, and wonder if I'd ever run across this creature that men called... The Hulk.

No good would come of it.

Except, of course, for you, Brian! With your vivid scenario that has now become my greatest fear, you've earned yourself a crayon drawing of the comic book character of your choice!




...But all that and more is now slated to be shipped to ISB Q&A CONTEST WINNER Cap'n Neurotic, who brought a picture:

Question: is this page from Punisher 2099 funny because it's funny, or is it funny because it's not?

The page in question (click for a larger image):



Answer: I don't know, but that might be the single greatest page in comics history, and I am going to insert those phrases into every single conversation I have from now on.

"Hey Chris, how many donuts do you want?"

"Thirty six... CALIBER."

Congratulations, Cap'n Neurotic! You've earned yourself:

  • A poorly-done crayon drawing of the comic book character of your choosing!
  • A signed copy of CRACKED Magazine #2, featuring two and a quarter pages of all-new Chris Sims "humor!"
  • Max Collins and Terry Beatty's Wild Dog #1-4, where a vigilante in a hockey jersey kicks a terrorist in the face so hard that it breaks his neck!
  • And my personal copies of The Punisher #22-23, where Frank Castle attends Ninja Training Camp, as seen in the ISB's One Year Awesomeversary!





And that about wraps things up, but--and I mean this--Thank You, Everyone, for reading the ISB, asking questions, and making this whole thing successful and worthwhile, and keeping yourselves occupied while I took a couple days off.

Happy Punishment Day, Everybody!

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Week In Ink: 11-08-06

Last week, when my desire to update daily finally collapsed under the weight of my ridiculous purchasing habits, I actually got a phone call from my pal Dr. K wondering if I was all right, and there were at least a couple of you who felt so strongly about missing my weekly reviews that you felt like you had to post a comment, gnashing your teeth and wailing at the blogger who abandoned you.

And to that, I say: Really? I mean, seriously?

Don't get me wrong: I am absolutely thrilled that there are people out there who put so much stock into my dubious opinions that you feel like you can't make an informed purchase without me, but let's be real for a second here. Was there really anybody standing in a shop last Friday with a copy of Fables in one hand and Lady Death: War of the Winds in the other, desperately wishing they had me there to guide them?

Well, to those people, I have only one thing to say:



THAT is Batman punching a wolf, and THESE are the internet's most awesome comic book capsule reviews for the second week of November, 2006!

BELIEVE IT.




52: Week Twenty-Seven: At this point, the saga of Skeets turning out to be some kind of sinister mastermind is treading a very thin line between being annoyingly grim and so ridiculously over-the-top that it's hilarious. I'm honestly not sure if it's supposed to be taken seriously, but I've got to think that when Booster Gold's goofy, football-shaped robotic tourist guidebook turns into an Imperial Probe Droid and tortures Waverider to death while chuckling menacingly, it's hard not to think that it's a knowing parody of what happened with Max Lord and the rest of the JLI. Of course, the net effect seems to be just another Giffen/DeMatteis-era character getting all grimmed up for no particular reason other than to do it.

As for the stuff with the Question, well, I can't say that it really comes as a shock (considering that it's a possibility mentioned as far back as Denny O'Neil and Denys Cowan's The Question #1), and with Renee Montoya's glaring line a few weeks ago about how she's going to be holding Vic Sage's dead body before this adventure's done with, it seems like my theory that she's going to end up being the new Question is right on the money. That's not necessarily a bad thing--I like Renee Montoya and I like the Question--but much like the situation with Cris Allen, I'll proabably like Montoya a lot more as a Gotham City cop than as a super-hero.

Another thing that stuck out to me was the fact that there's already somebody who fits the description of a "twice-named daughter of Cain" pretty frigg'n literally, especially considering the Crime Bible's focus on murder, and, well, it ain't Batwoman. But that, I suppose, is just how New Earth rolls.

And finally, we have the backup story, and really: Who thought Howard Chaykin drawing Black Canary's origin was going to be a good idea? Because, and I cannot stress this enough, it wasn't.

Action Philosophers #7: And speaking of good ideas, we've got this month's offering from Fred Van Lente and Ryan Dunlavey, which features the biographies and philosophies of the six Pre-Socratics in ten pages, which I suspect was something of a warm-up for #9's "lightning round," where they intend to cram as many philosophers into the book as they possibly can. Even better, you can vote on who gets in at their website, which'll come in handy if you, like me, have long been harboring a secret desire to see Lao Tzu's entire body of work boiled down into one-page of fun, joke-filled sequential art. It might just end up being the perfect comic.


Batman #658: For those of you keeping score at home, this issue features Batman and his son the ninja fighting against Talia and her army of Man-Bat assassins--who are also ninja--and ends, as all things should, with something very large blowing up. Needless to say, it's pretty ridiculously entertaining.


Batman and the Mad Monk #4: As you might expect from the cover and the picture that led this post, this issue of Matt Wagner's amazing mini-series features Batman beating the living hell out of a pack of wolves, and even without the parts where Batman gears up to fight vampires and gets dropped into one of the all-time classic deathtraps, that is even more awesome than previously thought possible. I've said it before, but Wagner's work on this title and Batman and the Monster Men has been absolutely fantastic in every way possible, all the way down to Dave Stewart's colors and Rob Leigh's lettering, and is absolutely essential.


Civil War: Young Avengers and Runaways #4: I've been complaining about this book pretty solidly for the past three months, but now that it's all said and done, I think I can go ahead and make the call here: This is the worst story these characters have ever appeared in. It's not overly horrible, but Zeb Wells' script slid further into mediocrity with every issue, and this one caps it off about like I expected from the start. The whole thing ends in pretty much the exact same way as Grant Morrison's Marvel Boy but without the cosmic jihad against Disneyworld and makes a stop along the way at one of the worst attempts at writing tough-guy dialogue that I've seen in a long time with "When the world goes crazy, you run... You runaway." It's the sort of awkward pause and completely unnecessary addition that totally ruins the line, and makes it sound like Nico's either a complete idiot or thinks that Patriot is, especially since she's staring directly at the reader while saying the name of her own series in boldface type. Which, for the record, is a noun, and not a verb.

The art side of things doesn't help matters much either--or at all, really. Stefano Caselli's pencils are fine in and of themselves (although a little too stylized for my tastes), but like I've said, they're all but ruined underneath Daniele Rudoni's migraine-inducing colors, which manage to be washed out and monocromatic and still clash with everything hard enough to induce physical pain into the reader in any scene that's not depicted as being in direct sunlight. I can't imagine that it's even necessary to say now that it's all over, but if you like the characters and you're thinking of picking this one up, don't bother. It's not very good, and it's incredibly skippable.

The Damned #2: When I was talking about this comic with Dr. K, he mentioned that the plot of the first issue draws a lot from the movie Miller's Crossing, except with demons. Admittedly, taking a pre-existing story throwing in a few supernatural elements isn't really a great way to go about crafting a comic book, but as Tug pointed out to me yesterday when I brought it up, the first six issues of Desolation Jones are just The Big Sleep with a different set of McGuffins, and that's one of my favorite stories of the past few years.

And that's the way it's working out for me and The Damned, too. Admittedly, I haven't seen Miller's Crossing, so I'm in a pretty poor position to make a comparison, but I can't imagine that it includes a scene where an unkillable gangster takes on a thirty foot tall demon in a waterfront brawl, but if it does, it's probably the best movie ever. Either way, Cullen Bunn's continuing to do an incredibly enjoyble take on demonic crime noir, and Brian Hurtt's art is an absolutely incredible mix of Rick Burchett and Eric Powell that fits the script perfectly. If nothing else, it's a fun read, and I'm really, really enjoying it.


DMZ #13


Doctor Strange: The Oath #2: I'm just going to put this out there: Dr. Strange is a man who is so incredibly cool that his eyebrows curve three times. That, my friends, is the power of Agamotto. Anyway, much like its first issue, the second installment of the mini-series by the incredible Brian K. Vaugahan and the ridiculously underrated Marcos Martin is pure joy to read with a look at Dr. Strange's past, a battle with a suit of Iron Man armor with buzzsaws for hands, and--right there on page three--one of the single greatest throwaway lines in recent Marvel history. It's a heck of a lot of fun, and for a guy like me who's always enjoyed Strange in theory (and in appearances in other books, like Infinity Gauntlet) but never really had the inclination to sit down and knock out a good chunk of his own adventures, it's the perfect comic to get me excited about the character again. It's excellent work, and it makes for some top-notch comics.


Eternals #5: Admittedly, the allure of the Black Celestial being drawn by John Romita Jr. is enough to get me to read a comic on its own, but for $3.99 a pop, I was certainly hoping for a story that didn't feel like a rehash of a lot of Neil Gaiman's other ideas. After all, if I remember correctly, this is Gaiman's attempt to fix a story that he didn't think Jack Kirby quite got right (a statement that I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt on until I finally get around to knocking out the original series for myself), but if his master plan pretty much involves slightly less entertaining versions of Dr. Destiny from Sandman and Croup and Vandemar from Neverwhere, then I have my doubts that it's going to end up working out in the last issue.


Fables #55: Normally, I'd skip this one, since my reviews of Fables over the past year could pretty much all be summed up as "This book is really, really good," but without even opening this issue up, the sheer awesomeness of the cover design deserves a comment on its own. It's not just James Jean's art, which, while fantastic as usual doesn't really stand out as one of his best, but the layout of the logo just makes the whole thing. I complain a lot about the covers on a lot of DC's books, but whoever it was over at Vertigo who decided to lay out a minor detail like the issue number that way totally earned their paycheck this month. Beyond that, everything pretty much works out to Willingham and Buckingham's usual standards of excellence, including the backup story with Inaki Miranda that crams as much fun as is physically possible into a three-page adventure of the Three Blind Mice.


Fantastic Four Presents: Franklin Richards, Son Of A Genius: Happy Franksgiving!: In addition to the usual fun, kid friendly entertainment that you get from every installment of Marc Sumerak and Chris Eliopoulos's "Calvin and H.E.R.B.I.E."-style adventures, this issue also features a turkey that is also The Thing.

Let's go through that one more time: A turkey... that is also The Thing.

So yeah, you're going to want to pick it up.


Firestorm, The Nuclear Man #31


Gen13 #2: The reboot of the ISB's >favorite mid-90s super-teens continues, and while it's still dabbling in a little more melodrama than I'm used to from the characters, that sort of thing is pretty much required in a book about genetically-endowed teenagers. What really sticks out about this issue, though--and I'm sure it was Gail Simone's intent that it's a focal point, since it was built up for a few pages and then occupies one of two full-page shots in the book--is the scene where the sinister masterminds force Caitlin to model various outfits in order to market her to their equally devious clientele. It's remarkably creepy, and only made moreso once you realize that the four outfits she's wearing are actually from the original series (including issues 2, 4 and 5, and the Superman/Gen13 crossover), in which her sexiness was marketed to, well, me. The single tear running down her cheek in the third outfit is just the icing on the cake, but as it comes in a book that features Caitlin Fairchild in her de riguer torn outfit and bra right there on the cover, it comes in with three layers of creepiness attached to it, and while it's certainly not as lighthearted and fun as previous enjoyable takes on the book, it's certainly nice to see that kind of technique in action.


Marvel Legacy: The 1980s Handbook: Just so you know, this thing kicks off with two pages worth of information on Ulysses Solomon Archer, the single greatest trucking-based hero in the history of Marvel comics. And that is astonishing.


ISB BEST OF THE WEEK




Phonogram #3: There is a certain technique in the world of comics that creators often use as shorthand to let you know that the shit is about to be on, and that technique... is the Costume Change. Clearly, we all know that when Bruce Wayne's been investigating something undercover, and he finally puts that last piece together and pulls on his Batman mask, things are about to get real serious real quick, but it's not something that's limited to super-heroes. Neil Gaiman does it in Sandman, when Dream puts on his helmet (for one of like three times in eighty issues) before going down to hell and confronting Lucifer, and although it's far less well-known, Mike Carey's first arc on Hellblazer features an amazing scene where John Constantine, after coming back to London from being away for several issues, finally pegs what's going on at an apartment building tainted with evil magic, and finally pulls his trenchcoat back on and heads upstairs to--as you might expect from John Constantine--beat the living hell out of an old lady.

Point being? This issue of Phonogram is capped off by what may be the most enjoyable and funniest costume changes of all time, all set to one of my favorite songs, and that is ridiculously exciting.

Even beyond the comic itself and Jamie McKelvie's awesome art, though, Kieron Gillen's glossary of terms and essays that fill the last seven pages of the comic are almost worth the cover price alone. They're sharp, informative, and I'm not ashamed to admit that a lot of the music I've been listening to over the past three months is stuff that's been reccomended in his "liner notes" to the series, and he hasn't steered me wrong yet. It's excellent, excellent stuff, and it's up there right now as one of my favorite comics coming out.

The Punisher #40


Rex Libris #6: It's another entertaining installment of the World's Wordiest Comic Magazine, but the funniest part of the book hits before you even get to the adventures of everyone's favorite gun-toting immortal librarian, right in the "Barry's Brain" section on the inside front cover. I've always liked the odd little bits that come along with Rex Libris, and--not to turn tonight's post into a discussion of great things in comics that aren't actually comics--this one's got the best ones yet. The back cover (featuring The Immovable Man) is great, but the list of comics Rex'll be crossing over into--which includes My Breasts Came From Mars, a title that had me laughing even harder since Teen Titans was next on my list--is one of the better bits in a series that's marked by clever wordplay. As for the story itself, it's a much quicker read than usual, which I didn't mind one bit, and it's still highly entertaining stuff from the world ov Advanced Visicomboics.


Stormwatch: PHD #1: I remember being a little underwhelmed by Christos Gage when he broke out with the Deadshot mini-series a while back, but lately it seems like all he does is write comics that I want to read, and the new Stormwatch seems to fit that mold pretty nicely. Stormwatch has always struck me as the kind of book that's always getting pushed in a new direction, whether it's Warren Ellis coming on for one of the best runs of the '90s, trimming the team down from a bunch of early Image-style goofballs to a bunch of early Image-style goofballs that were really, really good, or noted liar Micah Ian Wright coming on for the underrated Stormwatch: Team Achilles, and now this one. It's got a great hook, it's a logical progression of the restructuring that Ellis started with, and the concept of Jackson King trying to start up bare-bones groups of operatives equipped to handle super-human crises in every major city is certainly one that'll lend itself to interesting story ideas, even if the focus stays on the core group that we start with. It's a promising lead for what looks to be a good series, and as someone who doesn't usually like Doug Mahnke, I've got to admit that even he does a good job with this one, aside from his annoying insistence on drawing King to look exactly like Morpheus from The Matrix, which he seriously needs to stop doing at his earliest convenience.


Superman #657: Whether it's this, Avengers Forever, or his stint on the otherwise-wretched Superman/Batman, it's become pretty clear to me that Carlos Pacheco is really good at drawing dystopian futures populated by unlikely super-teams. Of course, now that I think of it, Carlos Pacheco is really good at drawing pretty much whatever he wants to draw, so that shouldn't come as a surprise. Regardless, this issue's well-done and packed full of action. Even so, while I'm not sure if it's the fact that it's almost entirely a flash-forward or just the mood I was in when I read it, I'm having a lot of difficulty connecting to this one in any sort of way that makes me care about what's going on. It's entertaining, especially with how much of a prick Arion's turning out to be, but--and I realize that this statement isn't really going to clear things up ont he matter--there's just not a whole lot here that's doing it for me.


Tales of the Unexpected #2: And speaking of things that aren't doing it for me, we have this. I'll cop to not being overly familiar with David Lapham's work, but every time I decide that I want to sit down and check out Stray Bullets, which I've heard great things about, he goes and does something like "City of Crime," or this story of The Spectre, the World's Most Impotent Super-Hero, any desire I've got to follow up on the guy goes straight down the drain. I like Cris Allen a lot, and I like the Spectre a lot, but it's amazingly frustrating to read a comic where he just stands around doing nothing while a guy beats the hell out of his girlfriend and her kids, only to finally get around to brutally murdering him in front of some other kids when he shanks a drug dealer later in the book. I'm certain that's completely intentional on Lapham's part, but the fact that the payoff to the frustration is so small--not to mention that the idea of evil acts being a necessary component of the Spectre's existence was pretty thoroughly explored by John Ostrander in his Spectre series--makes this a book that I have absolutely no interest in reading any further.

Unfortunately, and it's shocking me to type this, I am absolutely loving the Dr. 13 story. I've always thought Brian Azzarello was something of a one-trick pony (with that trick, of course, being 100 Bullets), but he's taking the problems I have with Dr. 13 and just blowing them out to their logical extremes in a story that reads like he's just opening to random pages of Who's Who and writing in whoever shows up. It's got great art from Cliff Chiang, and in case you missed it on page 9, there's a Nazi Gorilla involved. It's exactly what I want from the book, and the only thing wrong with it is that it's the backup, while the abysmal Spectre story is the lead.


Teen Titans #40: Spoiler Warning Time, Kids!

Okay, still here? Good, then I'll just come right out and say it: I fucking hate Jericho. Not to knock George Perez or anything, but he's got to be one of the worst-designed characters in the history of the comic book, and his appearance as the frighteningly garish deus ex machina almost ruins the otherwise-amazing "Judas Contract." He's no good, and the best thing he's done in a 20-year existence was to come back and then die in the mercifully short span of four issues that kicked off the current Teen Titans series. So believe me when I say it, the shocking return of a mute bodysnatcher a purple sequined vest does absolutely nothing to mitigate my growing distaste for this series.

Sailor Mars Sorry, Miss Martian, on the other hand, I'm enjoying a heck of a lot, especially as it seems her function is to further prove Drizzt's Law, the irrevocable principle of fiction that states that when there's a race (creatures, aliens, whatever) that's totally, 100% evil, there will always be one member of said race that is totally good.

Okay, Spoilers Over. But seriously, can you believe that Pantha came back and betrayed the Titans?!

Whoops.


Ultimate X-Men #76


Y -- The Last Man #51: The countdown to the final issue of one of the best ongoing series in comics today continues, and while there is no doubt whatsoever in my mind that this series is going to end with Yorick and Beth reuiniting (and her subsequently forgiving him for hooking up with all those chicks on the way, which really wasn't all that much for the last man in the world), Brian K. Vaughan keeps upping the stakes in every issue. It's excellent, fun stuff, and with Yorick's propensity to get tied up a lot, this issue really feels like it's leading towards the moment Vaughan's been building up to with four years of establishing him as an escape artist. Pia Guerra, of course, is excellent as always, and really shines in issues like this, which moves from fight scenes to talky sequences, and manages to hold the same amount of suspense and tension into both to keep the story moving.


So that's this week's stack, and as always, feel free to ask about anything I didn't mention, if you really feel the need to know my thoughts about TOKAMAK, THE HUMAN REACTOR, or whatever.

And speaking of asking quesitons, tomorrow night, it's the grand finale of the ISB Q&A... and this one's for all the marbles!

Or possibly back issues of Wild Dog. Which are way, way better than marbles.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

All Shall Be Revealed, Part Two!

The ISB Question-and-Answer Session crashes into Day Two!



See, because it's the Question, and the Answer, and... well, it sounded really funny twenty minutes ago.

Let's just get to it, shall we?




Martin Allen has two burning desires for knowledge:

[1] Some folks tell me that US comics are losing steady ground to Japanese titles, and that manga is the future of the industry. Does this mean that I'm going to have to get to like comics about 14-year-olds falling in love while their spooky younger siblings vomit up centipedes and turn into snails? Or is their another option?

There's always another option, Martin. In this case, the world of sequential art is just going to have to work out a compromise, and you'll have to learn to like comics about 14 year-olds falling in love while Spider-Man fights the Looter.

[2] In Union Jack #1, we got Batroc's Brigade. Then, UJ #2 upped the ante by bringing in Crossfire and his Death-Throws. Now, I'm racking my brain to think of who they could bring in next, should they want to continue this whole "B-list villains with D-list henchmen" angle. Seriously, is there a single band of badguys more awesomely lame than the goddamned Death-Throws? Wouldn't even the Ringmaster and the freaking Circus of Crime be a step up in quality right now?

Is it just me, or is Batroc the Leaper cropping up with alarming regularity in these questions? Regardless, I have a real soft spot for D-list villain teams--yes, even the Death-Throws, who are horrible--and while I'm almost certain that he's not going to crop up so soon after his appearance in Civil War: Young Avengers and Runaways, a concentrated super-terrorist strike on London wouldbe a perfect fit for this guy:



That's right: FLAG SMASHER and his Underground Liberated Totally Integrated Mobile Army To Unite Mankind! That guy's awesome.




Anonymous 3 has two questions, as well:

1. Do you watch "Heroes?"

Nope.

2. If two superheroes were your parents, who would they be?

Power Man and Iron Fist.




The Amazon Queen of Planet Femnaz can't believe that nobody else asked...

What is the meaning of life?

According to 20th century philosopher O'Shea "Ice Cube" Jackson, "life ain't nothin' but bitches and money."

And for the record, that's how you stop getting linked on When Fangirls Attack.




TeamSmithy saunters over from DeviantArt to pose this query:

If you had a band in Scott Pilgrim what 16 bit game woud they be named after?

Megaman X. The band would be Chill Penguin, our debut album would be called "Get Equipped!", and my special move would be "Kicks That Can Kill Lions And Bears."




Phil (also known as Anonymous IV) was all like "You think you so hot, but me hot, me hot!":

1. Who could win in a game of Parcheesi between Ego the Living Planet and Mogo the living Green Lantern planet?

It's a well-known fact that Ego the Living Planet can't go two months without showing up and getting in a punch-out with the Avengers or the Fantastic Four or the Super-Skrull or somebody. Meanwhile, It's also been established that Mogo, on the other hand, does not socialize, and therefore has nothing to do in between visits from Jack T. Chance or that one Guardian who was a little girl but then started dressing like Vampirella or whatever, and probably killed a lot of boring eons by strategizing his way to victory in the Royal Game of India.

2. What's the deal with airline peanuts?

And who are the marketing geniuses who came up with this one?

Huh. That's weird, I got the strangest deja vu just now.

3. If he wanted to, could Batman win on American Idol?

Of course he could. He's Batman. If he can beat Dr. Destiny by humming Frere Jacques, he can certainly beat Reuben Studdard by singing it, and unless Simon Cowell wanted to find himself dangling twenty stories above Fifth Avenue, he'd agree.




Verilly doth Tom Foss seek mine answer:

I recently read your Shakespearean rendition of "Trapped in the Closet," and deemed it among the funniest things ever. So, will you transcribe the next chapter?

I actually get this question a lot, but I think that a big part of the joke for that one is just letting it stand on its own. Even so, I think it's one of my favorite things that I've ever written, and the temptation to go back to it is strong indeed.

And if not, how about other authors' versions of other works? I'd love to see the utter confusion of James Joyce's "Seven Soldiers #1."

Honestly? That's not a bad idea, and I should probably do it. I'm tempted to try out "Ernest Hemingway's Civil War," but I'm not sure if I could write an entire post without using a single comma.

And also find a way to work in bullfighting.




"P-TOR" demands accountability:

If you're so damned busy "working", why then, sir, have you been spotted reading AND COMMENTING on other blogs?

Belive it or not, P, leaving a comment on a blog with less than, say, six paragraphs takes significantly less time than you might be used to. It's that kind of amazing time management that allows me to comment over at Sterling's and spend a mind-boggling portion of my day in a bid to take over Bullworth Academy!




Tsukasa wants to know when he'll finally be able to pitch his Woodgod script:

How long before they run out of major super heros to make movies of and just start picking names out of a hat?

Allow me to answer your question in five words, bucky: "The Sci-Fi Channel Presents: Man-Thing!"




Christopher doesn't share my tastes in head-kickery:

Why do people like the Authority so much when the characters are two-dimensional, it doesn't address the implications of its premise, and the fight scenes are purfonctory and lacking in suspense?

Because at its heart, The Authority isn't about anything beyond its two-dimensional characters and their huge fights: It's comics boiled down to a giant, explosion-riddled Jerry Bruckheimer fight scene where everyone says something snappy and relatively tough, and then kicks someone so hard their brain flies out through the back of their head. It's goofy and astonishingly over-the-top, but for some of us, those aren't really drawbacks. Plus, Bryan Hitch and Frank Quitely draw real good.

I mean really, what's not to like?




Anonymous Mark 5 picks nits:

chris,
what does purfonctory mean?


Using the question above for context clues, I'd say that it means "awesome." Perfunctory, on the other hand, means "characterized by routine or superficiality."




Anonymous No. 6 (Who is not a number!) questions my taste:


why in the name of Warren Ellis do you own so many Tarot comics?

Because it is the single worst comic book being published today that is not completely pornographic, and as such, is absolutely hilarious. I take a lot of heat for it--and rightfully so--but my pal Scott and I have often talked about how if you're not reading the worst thing that's coming out, you're not really getting the whole picture.

In other words, every time I read it, it makes Watchmen just a little bit better.




PGR1974 am have two question:

1- Is Bizarro World the weirdest, most cricketron-berserking concept ever to be advanced by comics?

No, but it's close. That honor goes to BIZARRO COMPUTO, an imperfect duplicate of a murderous robot that the smartest person of the 30th Century somehow thought would be a good idea to unleash upon an unsuspecting world.

2- What would Bizarro Chris be like?

"Goodbye! Me am Bizarro-Chris! Me favorite minor Silver-Age character am LOVE FACE! Me hate punching and kicking, and think Jeffery Brown am making best comics ever! Me type short sentences and never comma splice! Hello!"

(Also, there was an issue of Y -- The Last Man featuring a minor character in a flashback who didn't like Die Hard, and was accused by her friends of "hating everything awesome." Someone later commented on the ISB about her, claiming that she was the Bizarro Chris, and I thought that was pretty hilarious.)




Phil "The Thrill" Looney bites my style while asking...

OMAC had to form a team of heroes to fight an unspeakable eveil - who would make up this new Justice League?

The Big Seven, of course: OMAC, Etrigan the Demon, Orion, Nemesis, Firestorm, Blue Devil, and--of course--HATE FACE.

Man. That would be the worst comic book ever. Or would it be THE BEST?!




Libby By Debs reaches out from the cold wasteland of the North to wonder...

Have you seen the Sword of Doom YET?

No! But I did get Seven Samurai, Yojimbo, and Sanjuro--Criterion Collection DVDs, mind you--for a grand total of $35 a couple of weeks ago.




Andrew is facing depression, and mistakenly turns to me for help:

I've been reading your blog for months now, and I don't actually read any comics.

How lame does that make me?


Believe it or not, Andrew, I've seen a lot of people who write nice things about me on other websites (and yes, I am keeping track, for I am vain and terrible) mention that they view me as something like a personal reader who knocks out, say Essential Savage She-Hulk and writes about the best parts so that they don't have to, and it's actually really nice to be thought of as being that accessible.

I'm not exactly sure how I got that reputation, considering that as far as obscure references go, I've made jokes about a character that appeared in one panel of a Legion of Super-Heroes story forty years ago twice in this very post, but still, it's nice.




Ryan O seems to be planning the Heist of the Century:

is the springfield monorail faster than the flash?

No. But it does have a better theme song.




Johnny missed out on "The Talk," and inexplicably turned to the Comics Blogger Internet for the scoop:

where do babies come from?

Vaginas!




The Keet invites me to bare my soul:

Tell me about your emotions; what are you feeling right now?

Right now? Kind of tired, slightly hungry, and like I have 25-odd comics I want to read before I end up falling asleep.

So, I think I'm going to go do just that. But don't worry! I'll wrap it all up Friday as I take on the final questions and determine who will be recieving an envelope full of awesome on their very doorstep!

And be here Tomorrow Night (well, let's be honest: Friday Morning) as the ISB takes on yet another mind-boggling stack of comics as the Week In Ink returns!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

All Shall Be Revealed, Part One!

And we're back.

Yes, as of tonight, the ISB careens towards a bold new era of greatness by (theoretically, at least) returning to its daily update schedule, and if I've learned one thing over this past weekend, it's that you guys will totally leave me alone when I slack off if I offer to give you something for free. In fact, this whole thing's gone over so well that instead of going back to comic book reviews and monkey-based content, I'm going to go ahead and just switch to all Q&A all the time.

...

Nah, just foolin'. Honestly, though, much like what happened with the open call for votes during Badass Week, I really didn't expect to get as many questions as I did, so instead of answering them all tonight, I'm going to spread this one out over the next few posts (announcing the contest winner by the end of the week), with the return of The Week In Ink on Thursday night.

Now let's get to it!




Kevin Church started things off by asking...

Tigra or Cheetara?

For those of you not in the know, Kevin's referring to this pair of alleged "smouldering feline temptresses":



And I assure you, that's as far as I'm ever going to go into the grim and cheerless corner of the internet that belongs to "the furry."

Anyway, seeing as how this was the first question asked, I've had a lot of time to ponder it, which helped to circumvent the minor complcations that (a) I have exactly one comic book featuring Tigra (West Coast Avengers #46, the first appearance of the GLA), where her major contribution consists of going feral, eating a mouse, and getting bitchslapped by US Agent; and (b), I haven't had any particular interest in the Thundercats in roughly seventeen years.


Even with that, though, the answer is obvious: Tigra. Because at the very least, she used to be a person, whereas Cheetara's always been... some sort of space-cheetah-lady. And also, Tigra doesn't look like she's wearing Paul Stanley's makeup. Next!




Fiendenstein begs the question...

Beta Ray Bill is an alien, a cyborg, and an 80's Icon....but why does he have a skeletal horses face?

I'm not really sure, although it does prove that Space Horses are way cooler than Space Cheetahs.




Anonymous, who expects to win the contest despite the fact that I have no way of contacting him or her, sends this missive:

I have a two-part question:

1) Did you see that Spider-Man where he hits the Juggernaut with a tanker truck full of gasoline and blows up a neighborhood in the middle of Manhattan?


You mean this?



2) Didn't that f@(#*$&g ROCK?!?!

F@(# YEAH IT DID! Seriously, the two-part Juggernaut story in Amazing Spider-Man #229-230 is not just one one of the single greatest Spider-Man stories ever printed, but one of the Greatest Comics of All Time. I read it when I was a kid and it blew my mind, and when I was 18, I picked up the "Backpack Marvels" version of Murder By Spider--a well-printed black-and-white digest size trade that sold for $6.95 and was one of the best ideas Marvel ever had--and it had the same effect on me then. Man, that thing is excellent.




Dave Lartigue, which rhymes with "intrigue," not "Montague," apparently, asks:

Could Lockjaw clamp down on Mjolnir hard enough to prevent it returning to Thor?

Even the powers of the Terrigen Mists are no match for the enchantments set upon that Uru Mallet by Odin Himself, Dave.




Shakasulu demands to know...

Have you ever seen the live action Cromartie High School movie? If so will you ever review it...in this very blog?

I really, really want to, but no, I haven't. Kevin did, though.




Earth-2 Leigh asks...

If ASBAR and Trials of Shazam are both hilariously 'gritty' and over-the-top, does it matter if only one of them is supposed to be funny?

No. But I will say this: What little I read of Trials of Shazam is pretty close to being the opposite of fun. It brings me down.

It brings me down hard.




LurkerWithout, having gained access to my highly specialized knowledge, asks the question that everyone really wants to know:

Greatest kick to the face? Ever?

I have to admit, this one stumped me for like two days, as I went over every great kick to the face that I could think of, and for me, that's a lot of thinking. Then, in a flash, the answer came to me, and it was so obvious that if it was possible, I would've kicked myself in the face for not thinking of it immediately.

Greatest Kick to the Face ever? This one:

(Image blatantly stolen from The Karate Kid Website)


And a nation rejoiced.




Ben, who is actually a chef, cooked this one up:

Fact: The Punisher does not appear in Marvel: Ultimate Alliance for PS2.
Question: Why does God hate me?


You know, omitting the Punisher, whose major accomplishments tend to revolve around shooting someone in the face rather than, say, battling the Super-Skrull or whatever, does seem like it makes sense on the surface.

Of course, that's before you read What If v.2 #24, wherein an army of vampire mutants takes over New York and kills pretty much everyone, prompting the ghost of Dr. Strange to exclaim "I should have known that if there was one man left alive... it would be him!" before passing on his Cloak of Levitation and trying to get him to read the Montesi Formula. But to get back to your question, I suspect that as a Twins fan, you already know the answer.

...Holy crap, was that a sports joke?! Moving on!




Anonymous 2 asks this question, which was later answered accurately by Julian:

You know those encounters Wolverine has with Punisher that never end in a satisfying way (they mutilate each other then shake hands or something) well, I remember that once in a special they both fight and then wolverine finds out the punisher has a bag full Playgirl-esque magazines and then scoots off in embarrassment. Please tell me this comic exists (I think its mid 90's) so my soul can go to that better place in peace.

They do indeed, and brother, are they a chore to read. Don't get me wrong, I like a lighthearted poke at a character as much as the next guy, but Garth Ennis's constant potshots at Marvel Universe characters (even when they were done reasonably well, like in "Confederacy of Dunces") are pretty tiresome, and the Wolverine issues were the worst of the lot. I think Frank Tieri's response is actually better-written (and, if memory serves, features Terry Dodson art), but comes off as extremely childish and goofy.

Which was probably the intent, but still.




TheDeadPenguin goes with an ol' comic shop timewaster standby and asks...

If Didio and Quesada each said "Pick any property we've got and you're the new writer for it", what would you pick?

For Marvel, it's easy: Marvel Two-In-One, featuring the Thing and a special guest beating the living hell out of somebody Mantlo-style for 22 pages every month. #1 would feature Spider-Man, #2 would have Union Jack, and for #3? BATROC ZE LEAPAIR. It'd probably get cancelled shortly thereafter.

For some reason, DC's a little harder to figure, but I've always wanted to do Suicide Squad with Cameron Chase, Nemesis, and Wild Dog in central roles.




Gordon asks..

Chris,

Why isn't there more punching in comics?


Gordon,

You're not reading the right comics.




GQ's already started whining:

Why didn't you pick me as the winner of your contest?

That defeatist attitude, mister!




Jim is apparently to arrange a nuclear accident for me, and needs a few specifics:

If you were bonded to a disembodied head that only you could see and talk to, who would you want as your Prof. Stein?

This one's tricky. Do you go for someone who's pleasing to look at, since you're going to have to deal with their giant, translucent face obscuring your vision, or do you try for someone who offers sage advice?

Either way, I'm going with Space Lincoln.




The Mutt offers this query:

Who is the most famous and popular superhero that you personally feel is a waste of space?

Gambit. Lord, how I hate Gambit.




Cath requests a stick figure of a squirrel and offers this in return:

Who does a girl have to screw to get a free comic around here?

Well, it's not really a requirement, but it certainly couldn't hurt! Why do you guys think I've got my email address right in the sidebar?




Jacob Munford dreams of unity, but not the Valiant kind:

Can Batman and Luke Cage coexist in the same world? And if so, what happens when they run out of thugs to brutally wreck and then sass?

They could indeed, in a world that philosophers have termed "Awesome Heaven." It's like regular heaven, but with way more awesome, where the one-liners are always snappy and there are always miscreants that require a sustained and brutal beating. Live right, take your vitamins, and you might even see it yourself one day, sport.




Kevin wants to know...

Deathmatch between Robert Kanigher, Bob Haney and Bill Mantlo. Who would win and what spectacularly crazy thing would they do to win?

Truly, that is a battle to shake the heavens, and would involve no fewer than eighteen wisecracking robots, some of whom would also be gorillas. But I'm going to go ahead and go with Bob Haney, who would use a guitar the size of Vermont with laser-strings to set up atomic death-ray vibrations from the comfort of a Cadmium bunker, using voice-controls encoded to respond to phrases like "Cool it, Sapph, baby!" and "Eyeball this goofy-footing hot-dogger, Buster Brown!"




Cheeseburger hedges his bets with a three-part question:

Question the first: How much money do you spend on comics in the run of a month? I bet it's way more than any other bill you have.

You're right, although I do get a pretty hefty employee discount. Lately it seems like I've been getting around twenty or twenty-five comics a week, and that works out to a retail value of $300 a month on singles alone, before adding in the various trades and such that I also get. I really, really ought to cut down.

Question the second: Since you buy so many comics, where do you put them? Do you have a Scrooge McDuck like Comic Bank where you can go swimming in 4 color newsprint? a vault-like cavern where a large robotic arm can retrive any back issue in seconds? or do you just leave them around the house and find other uses for them like propping up tables, convenient sources of kindling, or increasing your fiber intake?

I'm actually holding off on the vault until I've acquired the full three cubic acres worth of back issues, by which time I'm sure Modern Science will have circumvented the papercut situation. Until then, I store them in short boxes, divided up into my main collection (things I've purchased as new comics, 18 boxes), my secondary collection (runs I've put together of back issues, like Justice League International or Suicide Squad, 8 boxes), stuff that I haven't got around to sorting yet (3 boxes), and things that I've pretty much bought and read just to post here on the ISB (three boxes right next to the computer).

Question the third: what smells worse: Tony Stark after flying around in a 100+lbs suit of armour all day (pre-climate controlled suit), the Batcave with its tons and tons of guano, or Venom's breath?

The Batcave, as we all know, is well-ventilated, and I suspect that the sheer amount of alcohol being sweated out through Tony Stark's pores back in the day would've provided some kind of disinfectant, so I'm going to go ahead and go with the alien made of tar that drools a lot.




Michael has a request:

Do you have any plans to review Captain America #350? I've probably mentioned it to you before, but trust me, it's one of the greatest, over the top Cap stroies done by the Gruenwald.

Believe it or not, it still hasn't come in at the store. I'm keeping my eyes open, though.




The Inimitable Brandon Bragg gives me choices:

Super-expensive Dr. Doom replica costume, jetpack and laser pistol included?
or
Lifesize remote-controlled Devil Dinosaur that you could ride around on?


Just so I'm clear on this, Brandon, you're asking me if I'd rather pretend to be the absolute monarch of Latveria, whose genius has conquered spacetime itself and stolen the Power Cosmic from the Silver Surfer... or Moon Boy.

I think the choice is clear, pal.




Norrin2 goes for the easy gag:

If the original Green Lantern was powerless against wood, how did he handle unwanted erections?

By picturing the Atom, who wears what would stand as the most unflattering costume of the entire Golden Age.




Shane Bailey, meanwhile, is locked in for MULTI-BALL!

1!)If you could make up the ultimate super team from any universe (comic, movie, whatever) who would you pick, why, and what would the team name be?

I already did this one! The Ultimate Super-Team, is, of course, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, Andrew Jackson, John F. Kennedy, and The Vengeful Spirit of William Henry Harrison, who--along with time traveling Ben Franklin--form the pilots of democracy's most awesome giant robot defender, THE PRESITRON. Their mission? Destroy Dave Campbell.

2!)Is Quick Kick your favorite G.I. Joe? I thought he might be because of all the kicking.

My favorite G.I. Joe, of course, is Snake Eyes. Anyone who says their favorite G.I. Joe is not Snake Eyes is a filthy, filthy liar and is not to be trusted.

Least favorite? Shipwreck.

3!)In an unnoficial Marvel/DC crossover could Thor control Shazam's transformative lighting causing himself to be endowed with the powers of Shazam?

I think he could control it through sheer force of will (which would be awesome), but I don't think he'd be able to take the powers for himself, as he comes from an incompatable pantheon.

4!)What's better, a punch or kick to the face?

Kicking to the face is a beautiful thing, Shane... But there's nothing better than a good solid punch to the jaw.

5!)Who is "The Man" and why does he deserve the title?

YOU'RE the Man, Shane! Unless you mean the sinister corporate master who oppresses minorities and keeps us all down. In which case, as you might expect, Dave Campbell is the Man.




Flip Fantasia is a new challenger!

If you could only do one once in your entire life, which would you choose: Dragon Punch or Flash Kick?

No question: Dragon Punch.




Mark Hale, whose blog is updated seasonally, asks...

Who would win in a fight, the Hulk or the overpowering sense of dread that Rob Liefeld could be hired to draw your favorite series?

Hulk smash existential dread and Puny Small Foot Man! Hulk disconcerted and confused by poor grasp on anatomy and amazing lack of artistic development! HULK HATE SHATTERSTAR!




Randall Kirby dusts off an old chestnut:

What IS the deal with airline food?

And who are the marketing geniuses who came up with this one?




Lorene takes time out from scanning banned EC Comics covers to ask...

But what are your thoughts on yaoi?

I actually have a post on this very subject coming up sometime in the near future. Suffice to say, it invovles a book featuring a character named "Prince Anel," and while I can read about Baron Von Evilstein all day long, I have to draw the line somewhere when it comes to a lack of subtlety.




Tristan wants to know...

Why the eff is Blade in Ultimate Alliance?

I think the better question is, "Why isn't the Punisher?" See above.




Jeremy Tobin shocks Mavis Beacon with his egregious typo:

Who is more ridiculous, B'Wana Beast or Batroc the Leaper?

I can only assume that by "ridiculous," you actually meant awesome. And as it so often is in this crazy world of ours, the answer is Batroc.




Hey, it's Dave Campbell! Whatcha got for me, Dave?

Space Cruiser Yamato vs Darth Vader's Super Star Destroyer Executor: who ya got?

I actually had no idea what Space Cruiser Yamato was before a cursory Google search, and thought that you were asking about the Yamato Cruisers from StarCraft. Even so, I've completely denounced Star Wars and all of its bastard children, and will therefore be supporting Space Cruiser Yamato in this battle.

Or maybe Airwolf.




And that's all I've got for tonight! Hopefully, that wasn't too much of a chore to read, and once again, thanks everybody who took the time to ask a question, and don't worry, I'll get through them all eventually.

Tomorrow: More Answers!

Friday, November 03, 2006

The Great Slacker Weekend Question Contest

If you've been reading the same blogs I read, it might've come to your attention that November is apparently "Let's All Stop Writing Our Blogs For A While" month--although to be fair, that trendsetter Devon from Seven Hells kicked everything off last month, back before it was cool--and as we all know, I'm not one to let a theme week pass by without contributing.

Yes, as I'm sure you've noticed from the somewhat erratic schedule of "daily" posts this month, I'm in desperate need of a break, and in order to give myself some breathing room and concentrate on a few other projects that I'm working on, some of which will result in me getting actual money, I'm going to go ahead and take the weekend off from the daily grind of comics blogging.

But! Never let it be said that I left you guys hanging. So, in order to keep you assorted hangers-on around while I slack off for a few days, I'm taking a page from Kevin's book (along with Dave Lartigue's excellent offer) and opening up the floor for the first-ever "Ask Me A Question And I'll Give You Some Stuff" contest!

The rules are simple: In the comments section of this post, ask me a question before I come back on... let's say Tuesday. I'll dredge up some answers, post them here, and while Kevin only offered a critically acclaimed graphic novel, I'm giving you something even better.

That's right: I will personally scribble my name on a copy of CRACKED Magazine #2, draw a stick-figure picture of a super-hero of your choosing, stick 'em in an envelope with some guaranteed-awesome back issues, and mail them directly to your home.

It'll be like having me in your house, only slightly less creepy! So get to it, cretins! The longer I'm here, the longer Bully goes unplayed!

Uh... I mean... unwritten. Because I'm working. On those articles.

[Cough]

The Week In Ink: 11-01-06

Boy, it sure is Thursday night!

Anyway, on the off chance that you've never read it, I'd like to start off tonight's installment of my weekly comics reviews with a panel that pretty much sums up the entire run of The Authority:



Sweet, preposterous violence! How I love thee.

And now, the comics I bought for this, the first week of November! But before we actually get to them, I'd like to note that I'm doing things a little differently this week. Instead of actually reviewing everything I bought (26 comics in total), I'm going to skip over a few of them in the interest of saving a little time. After all, I liked, say, All-New Atom #5 just fine, I don't really have anything new to say about it.

So if there's a big blank space and you're wondering what I thought of that particular comic, just assume I said some very nice things and was totally hilarious.




Comics

52: Week 26: Despite the fact that I've got a lot of affection for him, I'd only consider myself a casual fan of Captain Marvel, and I'm only vaguely aware of Dr. Sivana's family from the stories my friend Chad's recounted from his reading of the Shazam! Archives, one of which involved an attempt to kill Billy Batson with the use of, and I quote, a million tons of dynamite. Still, any family where the kids argue about who gets to use the highly volatile and Waverider-infested time portal to fix their elementary school traumas before going upstairs to have dinner with the guy who ripped Terra-Man in half six months ago probably has a lot of entertainment value built right in, even if they do share their home with someone who really ought to be fighting Spider-Man.


Agents of Atlas #4: There's really no getting around it: Jeff Parker, Leonard Kirk, Kris Justice and Michell Madsen are doing one of the best series Marvel's putting out right now, and while it doesn't feature a scene where a killer robot and an ape with four machineguns take on SHIELD, this one's easily my favorite issue so far. It has a lot to do with the fact that all of the time-consuming explanation seems to be out of the way by now, and without having that to weigh it down (as enjoyable as it's been), the story really kicks into all-out action, and it's fantastic. Even the characters are getting more likeable as the book progresses, and with six action sequences and a fun, one-page text piece detailing the stuff that was left out, Parker's cramming more fun into this book than anything else outside of Nextwave. Incredible stuff.


The All-New Atom #5


American Splendor #3: I've mentioned before that while I've found myself really enjoying everything I've read from Harvey Pekar, I can't exactly pin down why I like it. With this issue, though, I think I finally put my finger on it. It might not be that obvious from your end, but one of the things I try to do when I write is to come off as conversational as possible, and Pekar does conversational writing better than just about anyone else I've read in comics. Of course, I imagine it's a lot easier to be conversational when you're relating an autobiographical story directly to the reader rather than, y'know, detailing the Hulk's all-out gamma-powered battle against the Avengers or whatever, but the casual way that his anecdotes are delivered goes a long way to keeping Pekar's stories interesting, even when they're just about a night of insomnia.


BEYOND! #5: Right now, Marvel's running a crossover where government stooges led by Iron Man enforce an American law that, for some reason, specifies that they go to Egypt and round up N'Kantu the Living Mummy because he apparently did not register his super-powers. Meanwhile, from that very same company, we have BEYOND!, which continues to slip below at lot of people's radar while quietly being one of the best mini-series of the year. Every issue's been top notch, and this one fits that bill perfectly as it ramps up to the climax, with a twist ending that, while certainly surprising, wasn't entirely unexpected. Seriously, it's got just about everything that I like about the Marvel Universe. And the Space Phantom.


Blue Beetle #8


Criminal #2: I mentioned in my review of the last issue that my least favorite part of a heist story is the whole "getting the team together" bit, but this issue focuses on what I do like: The heist itself, and how either everything goes right, or everything goes spectacularly wrong, and this issue nails it. Of course, it's no surprise that this issue's awesome; it seems like all Ed Brubaker does these days is write good comics, and the last time he teamed up with the incredible Sean Philips for Sleeper, the result was one of the best crime comics I've ever read, and with the triple-cross ending that comes from this issue, it's shaping up to be every bit as good. Excellent stuff.


Detective Comics #825: With the rare exception, like the Hercules story that comes in the middle of Walt Simonson's run on Thor, fill-in issues are generally pretty annoying. It's even worse when you're enjoying a run as much as I've been with Paul Dini's, because they can't help but be a little disappointing, and this one really does nothing to mitigate that, as it's the textbook definition of a mediocre fill-in story. It's not the worst thing you're ever going to read by a long shot, but Royal McGraw's script is a a simple, done-in-one structure that's full of the standard Batman clichés that reads like it was made to sit in a drawer somewhere until needed, and to be perfectly honest with you, the art's pretty rough. Marcos Marz's pencils aren't terrible in and of themselves (but really, they're not that good, either), but it's Luciana Del Negro's inking that really ruins it. The outlines for all of the characters are done in thick black lines while the interiors are barely shaded at all, which has the effect of making everyone look like cardboard cut-outs in a lot of places. So like I said: Typical fill-in material, and incredibly skippable.


Ex Machina #24: On his weekly MySpace Bulletin--which is by far the best reason to sign up for your own network of fake internet friends--Brian K. Vaughan said that this issue featured his favorite last page of the series so far, and for a book that's been largely defined by its last-page reveals, that's a pretty bold statement to live up to. Fortunately, while it's not my favorite, it is a good one, and much like everything that's gone before in this book for the last two years, it's an excellent cap to a great story, and while it's not on the last page, there is a fantastic reveal that's got me pretty excited.


Incredible Hulk #100: "Planet Hulk" kicks off its third arc in an issue with everything that's made it such an awesome story. A bunch of dudes try to fight the Hulk, people talk about how he might be the messiah, secret origins behind his motley crüe are revealed, and things, as you might expect, are irrevocably smashed. What really made it enjoyable for me, though, was the backup story. After all, the Mastermind Excello backup story from Amazing Fantasy #15--wherein Greg Pak and Takeshi Miyazawa resurrect a forgotten Golden Age Marvel character in the form of a teenage moped-riding super-genius who wins a gameshow and then takes on the government--was the first thing of Pak's that I'd ever read that I didn't immediately hate. It's a great character concept, and Pak does it excellently in that story and in this one, with art by Gary Frank, is every bit as enjoyable. It's nice to finally see someone in the Marvel Universe call out the bad guys behind Civil War (you know, like Reed Richards) on the utter nonsense that they've been pulling for the past year, while backing it up with references to some of my favorite stories was an unexpected surprise that really made the book for me.


The Irredeemable Ant-Man #2


Jonah Hex #13: Alas, no pie this month for Jimmy Palmiotti and Justin Gray. Anyway, the second year of Jonah Hex kicks off with a departure from the done-in-one style that's marked the last twelve issues, and for me at least, that's a pretty welcome change. Don't get me wrong: I love stand-alone stories, and I think that by and large, those guys have been turning out pretty quality work in that format, but I'm really interested in seeing where they go with a long-form arc. To say the least, this first issue's pretty interesting, as it sets up a new orign for Hex (previously, it'd been established that he got his infamous scars by being burned with a red-hot axe by Apaches) that ties him to the Civil War in a much more concrete way than we've seen before. As for the art, I remember flipping through Jordi Bernet's issue of Solo and not seeing anything that really caught my eye, but his work is fantastic in this book, with a great Joe Kubert feel to it. If it keeps up the current pace, this could very well turn into the best story of the run thus far, and do a lot towards getting more people onto the book.


Justice League of America #3: Let's go ahead and break this down into convenient bullet points, shall we?

Things I Like:
-Dr. Impossible
-The last-page reveal.
-Ed Benes's art, which--by and large--lacks the odd missteps of the previous issues, which probably relates to the fact that the Metal Men don't appear.
-The Phantom Stranger.

Things That Need To Go:
-Brad Meltzer's incredibly annoying insistence on the characters referring to each other by their first names at all times.
-The overwritten first-person narration that hearkens to the subtle drama of a Mexican soap opera.
-Red Tornado crying. Seriously, there's no crying in super-heroism.
-Pretty much anything involving the Red Tornado, now that I think of it.
-Black Lightning's Street Fighter-esque new Air-Block powers.
-Vixen saying the name of the animal whose powers she's using. That is no good.
-Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman still sitting around a table four months into the series.

So yeah, my distaste for the current series continues to build at a pretty brisk pace, but the sad fact of the matter is that I really like a lot of these characters, and I'd like to see them in a good story, a prospect that's looking increasingly unlikely as this one rolls on down the road.


Local #7: Don't get the idea that I didn't like it, but this one was actually my least favorite issue of Brian Wood and Ryan Kelly's Local so far. I think it's got a lot to do with the departure from series heroine Megan, who's essentially a likeable screwup who's constantly on the run from her own mistakes, and the shift in focus for this issue's star, Megan's cousin Nicky. It's probably by design, but he comes off as a thoroughly unlikable punk whose problems are entirely of his own making, but the contrast of his life with Megan's, revealed through her ever-changing postcards that promise phone calls and a permanent address but never deliver, makes for an incredible look at both characters. Kelly's art, as usual, and only gets better as this issue builds to a climax that sees Nicky almost crashing through the page. It's the usual stuff, and for a book like Local, that means it's pretty incredible.


Marvel Adventures Spider-Man #21: I've always had the feeling that while they've all but cornered the teenage market, Marvel lags behind DC when it comes to marketing their characters towards kids. After all, between Kelly Puckett and Mike Parobeck on The Batman Adventures and some of Mark Millar's best comics ever on the corresponding Superman title, DC pretty much had the '90s on lockdown as far as kid-friendly titles that were actually excellent comics in their own right, while Marvel's "Marvel Age" imprint stuttered, collapsed, found itself reborn as "Marvel Adventures," and didn't seem like it ever quite found its footing.

Even so, with the upcoming MODOK story in Marvel Adventures: The Avengers and the arrival of Fred Van Lente (the writer of the truly incredible Action Philosophers and the co-creator of the new Scorpion) to tell a Black Costume story geared towards the kids, I decided to give the Spider-Man title a closer look, and found it to be a highly enjoyable read. Van Lente manages to cram a story where Spidey fights the Rocket Racer, Stilt-Man, and Leap-Frog and still throw in the black costume without even having to bring it back from the Moon. It's fun stuff, and while it was certainly an odd place for a Hulk #100 promo insert (featuring a story involving genocide and the Hulk being worshipped as a god) and the Guiding Light backup, it's worth checking out.


Midnighter #1: I like The Authority a lot. I like Garth Ennis a lot. But in the past, it's been my experience that I pretty much hate the combination of the two, so when this one got solicited a few months back, I was pretty well set to pass it up, even with the art of the phenomenal Chris Sprouse thrown in to sweeten the deal. Of course, that was before I recieved emails from two people informing me that the Midnighter fights a tank in an opening sequence that also includes him kicking a bullet in the face. Apparently, I've got a reputation as the kind of person who likes that sort of thing.

Needless to say, I decided to give it a shot, and as you might be able to tell from the Kick of the Week, I found myself enjoying it an awful lot. It's certainly full of the typical Garth Ennis tricks that you'd expect, and the idea of the Midnighter going up against some people that he (gasp!) can't outfight is one that we've seen before, but really, that's pretty much all you can do in a story with that guy. Still, it's a lot of fun, and the last page twist is an old trick that's still exciting after all these years. Give it a read.


Mystery In Space #3


ISB BEST OF THE WEEK




The Nightly News #1: When I originally saw the preview pages for this one, my first thought was that it was going to be ridiculously hard to read. Of course, that was before I realized that the preview was actually four pages, not two, and once I cleared that up, the striking design of the book alone was enough to get me to sign up for it. And trust me: It's toally worth the effort you put into it.

Right from the start, Jonathan Hickman's throwing an astounding amount of information at the reader in the form of rapid-fire information captions, footnotes, and even the occasional pie chart right on page two that makes Casanova seem like a liesurely flip through USA Today, and it's almost overwhelming. A few pages into it, though, you realize that it's not Hickman himself (for the most part) throwing the information out there, but rather the lead character, the all-but-literal right-hand man of a cult leader set out to destroy the modern media. Once that hits, this issue shifts into a highly enjoyable story based around the responsibilities (and irresponsibilties) of the 24-hour news cycle and their sinister corporate masters, and it's incredibly enjoyable.

And what makes it even more impressive is that it's the first comic Hickman's ever written or drawn--although I'd be utterly shocked to find out that he didn't have a background in graphic design--and as you might have heard from Kevin, it's very reminiscent of what little I've seen of Brian Wood's early work. You can find out more about it at Hickman's website, where he's even running a contest for readers to appear in the book, but trust me: it's a great read, and if the series maintains this kind of quality for all six issues, it's going to end up being pretty phenomenal.


Seven Soldiers #1: Normally, this would be one slot above in the "Best of the Week" position, but really: If you need me to tell you that the long-awaited culmination of Grant Morrison's 30-part mini-series is pretty awesome, then you're probably beyond the help that my reccomendations could offer. Even beyond that though, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed in this one. Is it awesome? Yes. Does it have some absolutely incredible moments, including Shining Knight's line on page two and a truly fantastic moment for the Guardian later on? Yes. Is J.H. Williams' art phenomenal, especially in the way that it shifts to mimic the styles of the artists on the mini-series? Yes. But for all that, I just can't shake the feeling that it would've been a lot better if there was more of it.

From what I understand, one of the reasons for the six-month delay was that Morrison originally wrote a lot more than what actually appeared in the book, and there are a lot of places in the story that seem to bear that out pretty well. Bulleteer and Frankenstein are barely in it, and the ending for Klarion left me a bit confused as to what exactly happened with him. Even ten more pages could've cleared up a lot of the questions and allowed for more moments for each character, rather than just the awesome ones we got for half the cast. So yes, I think it's a great comic, and I got a lot of enjoyment out of it. But it could've been better.


She-Hulk #13: I'm very, very glad I included that last sentence in my reveiew of She-Hulk #12, because with this issue, Dan Slott not only addresses my concerns, but does it in one of the most entertaining issues of the series thus far. It's an incredibly fun trip through Thanos's history, only made more enjoyable by the fact that I re-read The Infinity Gauntlet this week for Comics Club, and Slott does a great job of tying it all into the current story, even going so far as to (slightly) redeem Starfox for the way he's been kicked around over the past few issues. Rick Buchett, of course, is vastly underappreciated and does a great job in this issue, and even the cover's Greg Horn's best offering for the book so far. It's incredibly solid stuff, and my faith in Dan Slott is once again restored.


Street Fighter Legends #3: I may in fact be the only comics blogger who actually really likes the Street Fighter comic, but I have to say: This is one of the rare cases where a spin-off mini-series is actually far more enjoyable than the original. I'm sure it all boils down to the fact that Sakura's a character that lends herself a lot more readily to lighthearted stories revolving around hot-dog eating contests and Iron Chef parodies than the other SF characters, but all through this series, Ken Sui-Chong's just been running with it, and the end result is a comic that's incredibly fun and genuinely enjoyable. Plus, it's got Dan, and the opening sequence for this one may be the funniest joke that character's ever been involved with.


Supergirl and the Legion of Super-Heroes #23


Superman Confidential #1: Darwyn Cooke and Tim Sale are about as close to a no-brainer combination as you can get, so instead of commenting on the story itself and the presence of the ridiculously curvy Lois Lane, I'd like to focus on the sheer ludicrous amount of inserts that came in this thing. Seriously, I'm guessing the promotional materials, which include a pair of 3D glasses for viewing a HeroScape ad (or giving yourself an instant aneurysm by putting them on and taking a look at my dubious attempt to add depth to Vampirella) and a six-page Teen Titans Go! story about a girl with dyslexia who has to rescue her father, Indiana Jones, from a pyramid full of deathtraps. Now I'm not going to say that that's more exciting than Superman duking it out with the Royal Flush Gang and going on a two-day stakeout, but, well you can draw your own conclusions. What really perplexes me, though, is why these ads ended up in this particular comic in the first place. Clearly, they're directed at kids, and while there's nothing in Superman Confidential that I'd consider to be inappropriate by any stretch of the imagination, there's nothing about it that screams "Hey Kids! Comics!" either. So yeah: slightly unusual choice of advertising there.


Tales Designed to Thrizzle #3: When Dork #11 came out a few weeks back, I mentioned my opinion that Evan Dorkin's the funniest man working in comics today, and while I stand by that statement, one should never discount the work of Michael Kupperman. It's hard to compare the two, though, because while both seem to specialize in comics that deliver joke after joke without letting up, Dorkin works primarily with the premise-escalation-punchline structure, while Kupperman works with jokes like this issue's section on "Porno Coloring Books" that barely have any premise attatched to them at all, and the end result is a different product that's still pretty frigg'n hilarious. It's excellent stuff, and lest you forget, Kupperman's also doing new work in every issue CRACKED Magazine (which you can subscribe to now for the insanely low price of just $11.99!).


Uncanny X-Men #480: With a guy like Robert Kirkman, who took time out of his busy schedule of writing about zombies and teenage super-heroes to defend Rob Liefeld by comparing him favorably to Jack Kirby and once wrote a story called "1991" that featured Cable, it's pretty clear that there's a lot of love in his heart for early-90s Marvel Comics. But while it's taken me a while to get to this point, I'm starting to think that Ed Brubaker may in fact be the same way. Why? Because with his run on Uncanny, Brubaker's taking pretty much every crappy X-Men idea from the last fifteen years and, in a story revolving around the Third Summers Brother™, he's working them into an incredibly enjoyable story. It's a theory I've been kicking around since Deadly Genesis came out, but with the fact that this one features Gladiator punching Vulcan's eye out, which is then replaced with a cool scar and a cybernetic eye that glows when he uses his powers--which bears a pretty strong resemblance to his nephew from the future--I've become pretty convinced. Either way, it's extremely entertaining stuff for everyone's favorite merry mutants.


And that's pretty much the end of my stack. If you have any questions about the ones I didn't mention, feel free to ask, and I'll catch up with you guys tomorrow.

You know. On Friday. Which is tomorrow. Not today.

[Cough]

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Cowboy Joe's Two-Gun Manga Round-Up, Volume 4

Saddle up, ya rannies!



Yes, it's time for the fourth in my inexplicably cowboy-themed series of manga reviews, but this time, I've got a little something extra to throw on the stack.

This week saw the release of Mangaka America, the new book from Tania Del Rio's SteelRiver Studio and publisher HarperCollins, whose friendly staff were nice enough to send one my way for review.

As you might expect from the title, it's a book about American comics creators who work in manga style, and I'll be honest with you: It's not the book I expected. The talent roster they've got for this thing is impressive to say the least, including Del Rio (whose work I enjoy pretty much every time I run across it), Sharknife's Corey Lewis, and an introduction written by one of the most entertaining creators working in comics today, Adam Warren. A book the size of Mangaka America--which weighs in at a hefty 148 pages and stands slightly taller than your average single--that featured new sequential work from a lineup like the one they've got here would be a no-brainer purchase.

But like I said, that's not what we've got here. Instead, Mangaka America is an odd little mix of art book, interviews, and tutorials that, even with everything it's got going for it, suffers in a lot of places for never having enough of either one.

Don't get me wrong, there's a lot to like about it. Adam Warren's introduction alone is worth a read, written with a quick, charming style that should come as no surprise to anyone who's read his comics, and the reprinting of Tania Del Rio's bit on the terminology surrounding Original English Language manga from Popucultureshock is a fun addition that does a lot to set the tone for the rest of the book. The art's also done up very well, including beautiful pieces from folks I've never heard of before, and it certainly succeeded in making me want to check out what they've done.

For me, though, the problem really comes down to the tutorials. It's not really unexpected that they're in there; there's an entire niche market that's grown up around "How To" books for manga, and the fact that the entire style's predicated on adapting Japanese visual techniques and page construction means that it lends itself to technical discussion pretty easily, but I'm the sort of manga reader that really couldn't care less about how it's done, as opposed to the final result itself. There's not a whole lot that I can get out of Corey Lewis explaining how he creates his energetic pages that I couldn't get just from reading the pages themselves.

It's a frustrating thing to read for someone who doesn't have the talent or inclination (mostly the talent, to be honest) to do the artwork himself to read a book where someone who does have the talent tries to explain it. I've had a lot of conversations with my friends at work where we talk about those old How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way and Wizard Basic Training style books where somebody'll draw a circle, put some lines in it, and then magicallly end up with a fully-realized picture of Wolverine in the third image, and there's some of that mixed in here too. I swear, the tutorial section on Mech Design with Jesse Philips (which does feature some incredible pieces like a giant Pancho Villa robot that is flat-out awesome) can pretty much be boiled down to: "First, I design a mech. And then..."

The best of the tutorials, though, comes from Felipe Smith and does an absolutely fantastic job with teaching expressive faces that solves the problems inherent in the format by actually producing a fifteen-panel story that takes him through his frustrations with explaining how to draw, followed by a panel-by-panel explanation of what he did and why in each panel. It's innovative, and very similar to what Stan Sakai did to show how he creates Usagi Yojimbo by actually drawing a strip about Stan Sakai creating an issue of Usagi Yojimbo.

Admittedly, that's not a technique that'd work for everything they wanted to talk about in Mangaka America, like a step-by-step guide to digial inking or coloring, but Felipe certainly comes off affable and informative, as well as showing off his art a little bit more than the others get to do.

The interviews, too, leave me wanting a little more. To be fair, they were exactly what I expected: formulaic Q&A sessions with minor variations that keep to the standard "what are your influences" (a pretty broad question that could've used a few follow-ups to really get the specifics and draw the comparisons) and "Describe your work process" type questions that you always see. To their credit, they're both entertaining and informative in places--especially once you start noticing that pretty much every OEL manga creator loves to drink tea--but there's so much more to be said for an actual interview that touches on each creator's personal style.

The art, of course, is top notch, and every one of the creators profiled comes off very well-represented by the pieces that it features, but I still can't shake the feeling that it could've been pulled off a lot better if the focus was narrowed to showcase the manga itself and the people behind it rather than the processes they used.

But like I said, it's entirely possible that I'm judging it a bit too harsly, since I don't really have much of a desire to learn how to create manga. If, however, you do, you could do a lot worse than to pick it up and give it a read. The art's beautiful and pretty much everyone profiled comes off as extremely likeable, and even I, a guy who has to rip off someone else's style to draw stick figures, can recognize that there are some solid tips in there.

It's available now for $24.95 at your local shop, or about eight bucks cheaper on Amazon.




I've mentioned Rivkah and Svetlana Chmakova--both of whom appear in Mangaka America--before on the ISB when I gave a pretty positive review to last year's releases of Steady Beat and DramaCon, which saw their sequels released last month. So how'd they stack up? Find out as the thunder rolls 'cross the plains in...

The Manga Round-Up Lightning Round!


Dramacon v.2
By Svetlana Chmakova
$9.99 at your local shop or on Amazon.

Last time, I mentioned that what made DramaCon such an entertaining read was that Chmakova rounded up every single anime and manga cliche and put them all in one book, and with the second volume, she's keeping that up pretty well. It's hard to imagine that technique actually paying off, but Chmakova somehow ends up making it work incredibly well in both volumes.

Instead of coming off as hackneyed plot twists, the litany of cliches--which in v.2 include a new obstacle for Christie in the form of Matt's new girlfriend and a scene where (I swear to God) Christie actually runs through a rainstorm after Matt breaks her heart--are played as fun, self-aware homage and, at times, a self-parody of romance manga that does absolutely nothing to mitigate the quality of the story itself, especially when set against the truly bizarre and insular world of the anime convention.

It's every bit as good as the first volume, which I thoroughly enjoyed, and the new additions to the cast are as enjoyable to read about as the returning ones. Matt's new girlfriend, Emily, is treated much better than a cipher that stands in Christie's way on her quest for love, and Bethany, Christie's painfully shy new partner, stars in what may be the best scene in the whole book when she goes up against a kid who doesn't think she's doing "real manga."

One thing that did bother me, though, is that Chmakova constantly uses odd names for real people and products that seem reasonably out of place. It's odd enough when Christie's running around eating "Pawky," but why bother disguising Osamu Tezuka's name? Is somebody really going to sue? Because if so, I've got a lot to worry about when I finally finish my "Osamu Tezuka's Buddha vs. Al Hartley's Jesus" post.

Steady Beat v.2
By Rivkah
$9.99 at your local shop or on Amazon

On the other end of the romance spectrum, we've got Rivkah and Steady Beat, which, while it's got a lot of funny moments, strikes me as a much more traditional romance than DramaCon, except that it's set in Texas, revolves around a girl finding out that her sister's a lesbian, and features at least one bikini-clad chase scene.

Rats. Couldn't even make it through the first paragraph. Oh well.

Anyway, I think Steady Beat's awesome, but while the second volume has a lot more going for it than the first in terms of plot development and forward momentum, it seems to come at the expense of the visual tricks that characterized the last book, which I thoroughly enjoyed. There's a great one in this one that involves our heroine Leah--who investigates her sister's secret romance with another girl while dodging her state senator mother (clapclapclapclap!) deep in the heart of Texas and ends up being hit by a car and falling for Elijah, whose family boasts two fathers--and a disappearing/reappearing cat named Schrödinger, but it only lasts for a few pages.

Even without the fun visual tricks, though, Rivkah's art and page layouts are absolutely gorgeous, and while the second half of the book is extremely heavy on the romance--which isn't exactly a detriment when you're reading, y'know, a romance comic--there's enough going on throughout the book, which includes that favorite device, the Last Page Plot Twist, to keep it from reading like your standard meet-cute.




And that's pretty much that for another rip-snortin' installment of manga-citement. Now git along, little doggies, afore I'm forced ta continue typing in faux Jonah Hex dialogue!

YEE-HAW!