Review: Titans: Old Friends hardcover/paperback (DC Comics)

Người đăng: Unknown on Thứ Năm, 25 tháng 2, 2010

I'm in the vocal minority, I know, when I say there's a lot of Judd Winick's work that I've really liked. And I firmly believe Judd Winick can write the Titans; after all, he did it for almost five years on what I'd suggest was essentially a Titans title that I liked quite a bit: Outsiders. But there's no question that the first book of Winick's Titans-proper relaunch, Titans: Old Friends, has some problems. So, if Winick can do it, and we've seen him do it before, where does this volume not work?

Earlier this week, I took issue with Andrew Kreisberg's writing on Green Arrow/Black Canary, following a run by Winick himself; in that case, Kreisberg's plot didn't move me, but I had no problem with Mike Norton's realistic art. Titans: Old Friends suffers from the opposite: I'd venture the writing in the first five of Winick's seven chapters of Old Friends might stand a lot better if not for the ridiculously sexualized art of Ian Churchill and Joe Benitez.

Maybe, one could argue, Winick called in his script for nearly every Titan to be nude in the first chapter, but Winick's Outsiders was sexual too, without seeming childish. Churchill draws in a perhaps-excusable overly-muscled style a la Rob Liefield, but Benitez positions the characters like models in a photo shoot even when they're just standing around talking. In addition, Benitez's figures are so stylized as to look gruesome (consider Nightwing's scrawny chicken legs while having sex with Starfire) such that they come off neither attractive nor pornographic -- just kind of juvenile.

I'm sure Benitez's art has its place somewhere, but frankly I'm surprised at this choice by long-time DC Comics editor Eddie Berganza; it seemed to me entirely the wrong foot for Titans to start on. Winick is not totally without fault; his Kevin Smith/Edward Norton/Aaron Sorkin-inspired dialogue choices here -- lots of short sentences, lots of characters repeating one another -- very quickly becomes annoying, but again, I have to turn to Churchill and Benitez; the choppy dialogue is much more obvious with only two fairly-static panels a page, and less so toward the end of the book when artist Julian Lopez takes over.

Now, some might take issue with my laying the silliness and choppiness of Titans' first few issues at the feet of the artists, but consider that the rather lovely final two issues, drawn by Lopez, still have Winick as their writer. Here, after the Titans fight off the first wave of an attack related to Raven's past, Winick puts quiet focus on the burgeoning relationship between Raven and Beast Boy, and the long history between Nightwing and Starfire. In a couple of pages, Winick offers a mature, cogent take on the latter two characters and their recent on-again-off-again relationship; it demonstrated to me that Winick is a writer wise enough to take love and sex more seriously than the initial art on this book would suggest.

As well, I'm quite convinced that Winick gets the voices of these characters as handed down from New Teen Titans writer Marv Wolfman and beyond. Winick's Beast Boy Gar Logan has a joke a minute on every page, but it's with the understanding that Beast Boy's jokes hide his insecurity over his depth of feeling (the scene where Red Arrow, cracking wise, notes he's taking over the funny-but-cares role from Beast Boy is a self-referential classic). At the same time, in perhaps the fruition of Wolfman's original vision for Beast Boy, Logan is in essence the leading man in the story, as his Titans cartoon-inspired love for Raven is the most interesting and moving part of the story. Winick gets Logan and Cyborg's friendship, too -- frankly, if Tom Grummett had drawn this book in total, I think it might've received a far different reaction.

Old Friends believably takes the Titans from their disparate lives to rejoining as a team mostly, as one Titan notes, to spend more time with their "family." It's a ridiculous, but at the same time perfectly fitting, reason for these characters to come together -- if the Titans just hang out together, then inevitably because of who they are, they'll find crime to fight. This is something with which other comics team writers have struggled -- just as difficult as the "proactive team" seems to write, the "team that is not a formal team" is right up there. If any group of characters could fit that bill, it's these Titans, and by the end, I think Winick's taking the title in the right direction. I'll be curious to see if that keeps up in the next volume, before a different creative team ultimately takes over.

(See some contrary opinions, which I respect, from FanBoy Wonder and IGN.)

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Người đăng: Unknown on Thứ Tư, 24 tháng 2, 2010


Number 690


Russ Heath and the Monster of Moog


Here's the 4th installment for Pappy's Science Fiction Week.

Russ Heath, born in 1926, is a comic art great whose career extended for decades. He did Westerns, horror, science fiction and in the '60s many war stories. Like Joe Kubert, who also worked for editor/writer Robert Kanigher at DC, Heath's artwork never faded in quality over a long career.

"Monster of Moog" (a planet, and not a synthesizer), and "The Strange Car" both appeared in Atlas Comics' Journey Into Unknown Worlds #36 (actually #1) in 1950.











A decade later Heath would work with Kanigher on Sea Devils, a comic book I really enjoyed. (Someday I may indulge myself and show you a story featuring the Sea Devils and Pappy the trained seal.) The covers, three of which I've included here, were exceptionally dramatic. Heath did the artwork and DC's chief production man, Jack Adler, did the gray tones, giving the covers a modeled effect.



Some great Russ Heath art from a 1962 DC war comic is here.

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Points On A Curve No 1: Finding My Aquaman Amongst All That Continuity

Người đăng: Unknown on Thứ Ba, 23 tháng 2, 2010

01 Heroes & How We Wish We Could Swim, Like The Dolphins Can Swim

From the epilogue to "From Democrats To Kings" by Michael Scott;

"As I write, Greek TV is hosting a popular competition for the greatest Greek in history. It's a strong likelihood that Alexander the Great will win hands down. His figure, his story, sums up a lot of what Greeks like to think is best about Greece, just as Britain chose Winston Churchill in its 2003 greatest Briton competition, as America might choose Martin Luther King, or South Africa Nelson Mandela. We choose these figures scattered through history, because they represent the essence of who we are, or want to be, today. Though we can't choose our own parents, we can make choices about the kind of historical examples we want to guide us in our future."

And, it's worth adding, as well as choosing particular figures to guide us in our future, we also pick certain aspects of those figures. We choose the defiant Winston Churchill of May 1940, facing down the defeatists in his own war cabinet while refusing to surrender to Nazism, but we try to forget the Churchill of 1919 who supported an RAF request to drop poison gas on Kurdish tribesmen. ("I do not understand this squeamishness about the use of gas.") We pick Alexander the victor at The Battle of Issus and forget Alexander the drunkard, the murderer of Cleitus The Black.

2. Remaking The Batman: the Fan-Not-Fan Approach


When the sales of the Batman titles flatlined following the decline of "Bat-Mania" and the cancellation of the Adam West TV series, Julius Schwartz sought out Denny O'Neil and Neal Adams to revamp the character. Adam's visual take on the Batman, already gaining plaudits in the pages of "The Brave Of The Bold", sat well with Schwartz and O'Neal's desire, in the words of the former, to " ... go back to the way it used to be." In essence, this was the first high-profile revamping of a classic headline DC character in which something of the fan mentality was present in the decision-making process. Previous attempts by DC Comics to update older superhero properties in their library had very often involved dramatic changes in character's secret identities, costumes and sometimes, as in the case of The Atom, even a total makeover of the super-heroes' powers. But the revamping of "the Batman" into "The Batman" was directly inspired not by what the DC editors and writers thought the new audiences would buy so much as by a careful reading of the first year or so of Batman's appearances in "Detective Comics" and "Batman". The first tales by Kane and Finger and Robinson thereby took on the then-unfamiliar status of a comic-book urtext, from which new generations of creators could deduce fundamental truths about the Batman. No longer would editors, writers and artists feel free to completely ignore the comic books of the past; those books were now conceived of as having, to one degree or another, permanantly pertinant rules for future developments. No more would old characters be utterly revamped as if their original appearances - indeed, most if not all of their appearances - were of no importance. As more and more time past, the old reams of fourty and fifty and sixty and seventy years of comic books began to take on the status of super-hero holy writ, and only by engaging with that ever-massively-increasing corpus of material could creators justify innovation.

Unlike some later creative teams, however, Schwartz and his men still felt quite free to pick and choose which elements they wanted from the original Batman tales, their intentions being no more bound by the original texts than their desire, in O'Neil's words to Les Daniels, to " ... simply take it back to where it started." Their reinvention never was intended to mean literally returning Batman to his earliest roots. Batman had begun his career by regularly throwing henchmen off roofs, punching criminal masterminds like 'Alfred Stryker' into acid tanks, and even wielding a gun to fire silver bullets into vampires. There would be none of that in the new take. Nor, despite the reputed return to first principles, would The Batman loose his gloves, or the yellow oval around his chest insignia. Back to basics wasn't, of course, a literal policy. They took what they liked and discarded the rest.

What's most important here is that O'Neil never felt he needed to try to explain away this new take in the pages of the comics. It was a simple matter of introducing this Batman and getting on with it. There was no attempt to devise a continuity explanation, no transition scenes explaining how the Batman became more fearsome and violent. It was as if The Batman had always been this way. Essentially, the urtext had been respected and influential, but the already substantial mass of Batman tales never were integrated into the new direction. It was if the creators didn't care whether those tales were canon or not. They had what they wanted, "The Batman", and they were free with their relatively uncluttered new canvas to head off wherever they wanted to go. They had no cares about contradicting anything that had gone before ouside of the absolute basics of the Batman mythos. It's a kind of fresh start undreamt of today.

And I'm sure that Schwartz and his team never questioned, never even considered, that their new-and-yet-old Batman would one day, perhaps very soon, be replaced by another long-eared costumed detective fresh off the reinterpretation production line, one which would also appear out of the blue, without explanation, and without a need for one. As O'Neil would later say; "There is no right way to do this character any more than there is one right way to do Hamlet ... ".

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Similarly, there is obviously more than "one right way to do" Aquaman.

But what if, after almost 70 years of his existence in comic books, there is no fundamental urtext for Aquaman? What if there is no single coherent body of work from which to abstract and re-abstract the Sea King for today, and tomorrow?

What if there's an Aquaman, what if there's a legion of Aquamen, but no "The Aquaman"?

4. The Imposed Creativity Of Comic-Book Poverty

For the first 20 years or so of my comic-buying life, it was a difficult business simply getting hold of my favourite books. The distribution of comics from America to Britain was geographically spotty and generally inconsistent. There was no guarantee at all that next month's issue would ever appear. Special formats, such as Treasuries and Annuals, were almost never to be seen. And there were years in the 1970s when the major Marvel titles from America weren't distributed at all, reportedly because Marvel UK was soon going to have rely on those issues for their black-and-white reprints.


And if it was hard to consistently find American comics in the 1970s, it was worse in the '60s, and the '50s, blighted by a fearsome moral panic against "horror" comics, were something of a desert.( That didn't just mean that comics were relatively thin on the ground. Back issues were, as a consequence, rare too. MK from the estimable Out Of This World Blog wrote; " .. on the extremely rare occasion when I found a pre-'59er, it was like finding some ancient treasure. I remember getting a couple of 1957 Hopalong Cassidy comics from a second hand bookshop down by the Angel, and almost fainted with excitement!") On occasion, superhero stories appeared in various reprint books from different companies, out of sequence and often awkwardly edited from their original appearances.

This meant that British readers rarely had the opportunity to see how characters progressed and developed as intended over a period of time. Instead, we would have to piece together a mosaic-like impression of characters and their interactions from a wide variety of often incomplete and disparate sources. No two young readers would be able to have exactly the same understanding of any given hero, or even of that hero's history. (In some cases, such as the "Hero For Hire" comic from the early '70s, no single early issue was ever officially distributed, and there was nothing but a great gaping hole in our knowledge, filled out in small part through snippets of information in adverts, front cover pictures, and guest spots.)

I don't think that this poor distribution was in any way a bad thing, though it undoubtedly felt like it at the time. It certainly made each comic that could be found feel very special indeed, and each sequence of comics that could be pieced together became a real achievement. And the absence of so many comics, of so much information, necessitated creativity on the part of the reader. Those story-lines had to be imagined, those inconsistencies had to be mentally managed and resolved. I can't help but think that this was a really involving and stimulating way to think about comics, quite different from the more 'continuity-determined' understanding which consistent distribution and fan-culture encourages. And I wonder if the success in America of British writers such as Alan Moore and Neil Gaiman didn't in some small way stem from these inconsistencies of distribution, from the fact that these writers had already been forced as a matter of course to recreate in part the DC and Marvel Universes when they were younger.

5. Aquaman-No-Aquaman

I've always had an immense fondness for Aquaman, but I'd find it hard to be able to give even the vaguest logical explanation of why that should be. I saw but one copy of the sea-king's first solo book in the years before I was almost out of my teens, and that was a brief glance at a comic held by a fellow Cub Scout who delighted in never swapping or sharing his cherished darlings; perhaps that very scarcity and denial explains the inexplicable affection I have for the King Of Atlantis.

But the truth is that, even when later I collected every single Aquaman title and guest shot and team appearance I could, I never found a story about the character that I could hold up and say "You see! This is why Aquaman is such a great hero!" This isn't to say that I didn't enjoy many of those stories, and much of the art by the likes of Nick Cardy, Ramoda Fradon, Jim Aparo and Neal Adams I remain impressed by even to this day. But there's no equivalent for Aquaman of "The Dark Knight Returns" or "Absolute Superman", or even of a run of issues that equals, for example, the Steve Engelhart or Ed Brubaker takes on Captain America. Aquaman's history has been of one of engagingly competent stories, occasionally spectacular appearances in other titles, and an almost impossible inability on anyone's part to incorporate the character and his history into a take on "Aquaman" which would lastingly capture a wider audience.

If I'm being honest with myself, I don't suppose that I can even say that I prefer the Aquaman of one era to that of another. The early stories are charming but often bland, the later ones become progressively more coloured by angst and re-vamps, until Aquaman isn't even Aquaman anymore. I really am partial to Aquaman, but there's never been an "Aquaman" for me.

It could rightly be said, therefore, that I don't actually like Aquaman at all. After all, I'd couldn't be a fan of Sherlock Holmes if I was lukewarm about the overwhelming majority of his appearances, if I had never believed that his character was consistently well-defined or involving enough. But I don't believe that's how we all grow to love certain comic books and certain comic book characters. I think there's a more natural and creative way that we engage with them. We take the images and the words that appeal to us and we - consciously and unconsciously - join up the dots to create, for example, an "Aquaman" that never existed, and never will, outside of our heads, the Aquaman against which the "real" Aquaman will always be measured, a personal Platonic ideal Aquaman.

Here then, by way of illustration, will be "my" Aquaman, and it's a character composed of brief comic book moments, images taken somewhat out of context, and suppositions barely supported by evidence. On reflection, this Aquaman bears no relation to any canon, not of today or any past era, and it ignores great swathes of work by very able creators; not because their work was poor, but because it didn't strike a chord with me, or perhaps even because I never read their work. My Aquaman isn't owned by any corporation, open to any critic's challenge, or amendable as a concept even by myself.

Which, counter-intuitively, makes "my" Aquaman all the more real to me.


To be continued in: Points On A Curve No 2: Aquaman the King Is Not Dead, Aquaman the King Is Dead


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Review: Green Arrow/Black Canary: Enemies List trade paperback (DC Comics)

Người đăng: Unknown on Thứ Hai, 22 tháng 2, 2010

Writer Andrew Kreisberg transitions Green Arrow well from the end of Judd Winick's run to the beginning of Kreisberg's, enough so that I actually breathed a sigh of relief about the new team taking over this tricky title. Well, I breathed too soon. In terms of Green Arrow himself, Green Arrow/Black Canary: Enemies List isn't a poor story so much as it just doesn't reach out and grab me; in terms of Black Canary, however, Kreisberg seems unfortunately to fall into a bunch of the same traps as writers before him.

My biggest complaint about Enemies List doesn't involve the characters themselves, but rather a far-too-decompressed plot. To sum up in a sentence, a woman that Green Arrow saves goes mad and begins picking off his enemies, before trying to kill Green Arrow in a murder/suicide pact. This takes five of the book's six chapters, including a rather run-of-the-mill showdown between Green Arrow and the dark archer Merlyn, and then a couple issues where Arrow and Black Canary have a big think, unsuccessfully, about who might be killing their enemies on their behalf.

The problem is, as new villain Cupid is able inexplicably to slaughter Arrow's entire rogues gallery (including, unfortunately, the rather interesting Brick), it only serves to remind the reader how un-interesting Cupid is, basically a Green Arrow version of Harley Quinn. Without pages upon pages of needless angst, Arrow's first encounter with Cupid could've come down to two chapters, in my opinion. That would have left plenty of room for a satisfying conclusion to the story, instead of the cliffhanger that makes Enemies List feel like all setup and no resolution.

Kreisberg, I think, meets with the same trouble that I think faced Birds of Prey writer Tony Bedard and also numerous writers who've taken on Superman and Lois Lane -- when you have a strong, happy character, especially strong happy characters who are married, but you want to create conflict in a series, where do you go? In Bedard's case, this meant weakening the previously-strong Oracle; in Kreisberg's case, it involves pitting the previously-stable Arrow and Canary against each other in a way that comes off as artificial.

Arrow essentially vanquished Merlyn at the end of the previous Green Arrow series, so the irrational bloodthirst that Merlyn inspires in Arrow seems just that -- irrational. At the same time, Canary has her own vendetta against Merlyn in regards to her adopted daughter Sin, so Canary's failure to understand Arrow's rage is equally arbitrary. The scene of Arrow and Canary in marriage counseling is cute, but altogether a plotline that involves a ridiculously overpowered female villain coming between Arrow and Canary takes for granted the broad strokes of these characters (Arrow's womanizing, Arrow and Canary's troubled past) without delving into any of the nuances.

And indeed, any story is in trouble that begins with Black Canary, martial artist extraordinare, with a knife held to her throat by a street punk named Dregz while Green Arrow has to save her. As well as I thought Kreisberg wrote Green Arrow -- especially in the first chapter, he got Ollie's overprotectiveness of his children, as well as the sexual humor Winick used in the book, down pat -- his Black Canary comes off again and again as a damsel in distress. It's almost a shame to find Canary here in her trademark black-and-yellow Birds of Prey gloves, when the story takes up none of her Birds of Prey-established growth. I wasn't quite sure where this story took place in relation to Canary's losing control of the Justice League over in that title, but the stories are part and parcel of the same problem with the character.

Frankly, it's perhaps how much truer to life the Green Arrow and Black Canary character are (as comics characters go) that make them so difficult to write. Arrow is a militant left-wing liberal, a hook that's easy to grab, but that ignores the charming conservative side he shows regarding his own family. Similarly, Ollie's womanizing is an easy plot twist, but using it ignores his growth before proposing to Black Canary. Canary herself is both romantic interest and superhero, a seemingly tough combination to write when most romantic comics interests are the ones who need saving, like Lois and Mary Jane Watson. And having two superheroes date requires extra amount of finesse; as physical heroes both, is it more or less OK when Arrow tasers Canary into unconsciousness (as he does here, far too superficially) than if a writer would represent the same thing between a "normal" couple?

It's all of these issues that make a Green Arrow/Black Canary marriage and title more complicated than it might first appear. Maybe Kreisberg's work on Green Arrow/Black Canary will get better as it goes, but for me a lackluster story and poor character choices combine to make me very wary of picking up the next volume.

[Contains full covers, including "Faces of Evil" cover; "Origins and Omens" story]
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Number 689


Fox's rocket guys and gals...


Here's the third installment of Pappy's Science Fiction Week, rocketship stories from Fox Feature Syndicate comics of the 1940s.

"Perisphere Payne" is early, from the last issue of Science Comics #8, 1940. The Perisphere was a landmark from the 1939 World's Fair, so the comic wanted to tie him in. Perisphere flies solo, unlike Rocket Kelly and Rick Evans, who are flying threesomes. In those two strips they are crowded into the coupé front seat of the rocket. I can imagine the poor chicks in the middle complaining, "You guys, if you don't watch your damn elbows..."

Not to mention there are no ladies rooms on the rocketships.

Rocket Kelly #1, copyright by Fox, was published by Larkin, Roosevelt and Larkin, Publishers, in 1944. It's probable the company had a paper ration in those war years, and Fox paid them to use it. In 1945, after rationing was lifted, Rocket Kelly lasted another five issues under the Fox imprint. The story itself is an odd mix of science fiction and theology, with Satan (called "Diablo") coming to earth. In the real world of 1944 lots of people thought the devil was loose with wars going on simultaneously in Europe and the Pacific.

Rick Evans is from Zoot Comics #8, from 1947, and gets my vote for worst-looking rocket crew helmets ever. Artist is listed as Stan Ford, as Ted Small is credited with Rocket Kelly and Arnold Hardy for Perisphere Payne. As with all Fox comics, I'm not vouching for the accuracy of those credits.




























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