Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Random Reviews: The Red Circle parts 1 & 2

[Editor’s Note: We don’t do a lot of new comics reviews here on the CKT mostly due to the awesome jobs my co-bloggers have at DC and Marvel. But since I have no such conflicts of interest, every once in a while I’m going to throw one of my legendarily long-winded reviews up if I feel I’ve got something to say. I should note the following disclaimer, though: What follows should not be considered anything close to the actual opinion of anyone who holds a real job. - KP]


The Red Circle: The Hangman #1
Written by J. Michael Straczynski
Penciled by Tom Derenick
Inked by Bill Sienkiewicz


If my slowly ongoing series of posts on my love of notoriously lackluster comics hadn’t clued anyone in, I was fairly excited last year when DC announced they’d be incorporating the Archie Comics superheroes (collectively called The Mighty Crusaders by some folks but bewilderingly branded under the barely historically accurate Red Circle label for this iteration) into the DC Universe proper. If nothing else, the crew of characters have a few great designs and concepts amongst them, and DC’s general “any concept and the kitchen sink (and Ambush Bug)” feel make it pretty pliable when it comes to this kind of thing. And after a year of waiting and watching while the planned relaunch hopped from The Brave & The Bold to its own semi-linked pseudo-mini series, I picked up the first two parts of the introductory Red Circle comic under the guidance of writer J. Michael Straczynski.

Now, here’s where I stand with JMS. After years working in television and film, he certainly doesn’t need any tips from me on how to be a successful writer, and most of his comics work bears out his screenwriting training in terms of being well-plotted and generally providing honest, justified character motivations. At the same time, JMS suffers worse than any comics scribe I can recall of the sin of being too “writerly.” Too many of his comics get dragged down by over the top story turns and verbose, pompous prose that screams “I am a Serious Writer and this tale of men in spandex is Serious Literature” from the oblique parallel narratives and clichéd twists that sunk the later half of his Amazing Spider-Man run to the intolerably hackneyed “What dreams I have dreamed” opening that almost turned me off what became a really good run on Thor. For whatever reason, Straczynski constantly forgets fiction rule #1 – “less is more” – in favor of comic scripts that try much harder to impress than they do to entertain.

With The Hangman story that kicks of The Red Circle series, these ticks aren’t quite as apparent as some of his least successful comics work, but ultimately the comic reads like a staid and standard C-list superhero origin story rather than the introduction of a major new piece of DC mythology. The titular hero this time out is Dr. Robert Dickering – a Civil War sawbones for the North who gets trapped behind enemy lines. After delaying his own escape to save a blind Confederate soldier from bleeding to death (remember...he’s our hero!), Dickering gets caught by some brutish Southerners who string him up to hang. Enter the standard “Devil and Daniel Webster” twist when a dark figure enters the good doctor’s mind offering him life everlasting if he agrees to hunt down supposed criminals, saving the wrongly accused and killing the true villains. Well, maybe it’s not 100% Daniel Webster territory as Dickering gets to hold on to his soul in the process but examining the details of this crucial two-page scene do the book very little in the favor department.

We flash forward through time to learn that the Doc is still kicking in our own time, working the day shift at an unnamed hospital in an unnamed city where he’s the delight of the terminally ill kids ward and a bevy of hot single nurses. At night, Dickering undergoes a painful transformation to become The Hangman – a hero who can’t be killed but still feels the pain of every gun shot he takes in the gut. Basically what we’re left with is a mix of that show “New Amsterdam” that only lasted one season last year and Jimmy Palmiotti’s Painkiller Jane. That’s the high concept in a nutshell, dig?

I could almost ride along with a concept that isn’t 100% original if the execution had some pizazz to it, but unfortunately the whole package reads luke warm at best. In his scenes as Dr. Dickering, the lead character carries an almost antagonistic attitude towards having an actual personality (beyond that general “I’m a good dude” feel that comes with any superhero), and as The Hangman, he’s another dime-a-dozen “I’m tortured by the pain of my powers” creeper of the night. Worst of all, the core conceit that’s supposed to make this character work makes little to no sense. That crucial scene where Dickering agrees to live forever as a pained knight of vengeance clocks in at two whole pages, and after the whole “he’s so good he’ll risk his own life to save an enemy combatant” set up, I can’t think of reason 1 why the good doctor would take the fucking deal with the devilish stranger. I mean, there’s a bit of business at the beginning about Doc having a honey back home in the North, but even that cliché is only hinted at and never developed. Reading the deal scene, the only motivation an audience could guess for the doc to take the deal would be “for shits and giggles” as a death at the end of a noose would most certainly deliver our hero straight into the arms of the heavenly host. Ultimately, what we’re left with is a character who willingly takes on a horrible curse for no good reason.

And to be a nerd for a minute, the worst thing about this failed attempt at giving the character a good story hook is that the original Hangman actually already had an unique hook that’s been thrown out the window. Aside from being known by the 17 fans of his Golden Age adventures for killer splash pages and axe violence, The Hangman’s 1940’s origin involved Dr. Dickering taking up the mantle of vigilante because his brother was the superhero The Comet, who was tragically killed in action after a few Jack Cole-drawn appearances. Now, it’s not like that “brother’s revenge” aspect was ever developed into anything worth reading (this was the war era after all), but I’ll be damned if “one super brother avenging his dead super brother” isn’t a better origin than this warmed over deal with the devil take. I mean, maybe James Robinson’s Starman has an element of that in its sublimely layered motivation of Jack Knight, but overall I can’t think of any modern hero who has a similarly compelling origin that can be recapped in three panels like Superman or Batman’s can.

In terms of the always crucial visual side of the package, Tom Derenick does what Tom Derenick does just about as well as he’s done it anywhere else. The penciler is a decent storyteller with a cartooning style somewhere between Bart Sears and Neal Adams, which is totally fine for this type of thing, though I’ve always gotten the impression that a lot of Derenick’s workload over the past few years has come thanks to the fact that he’s so fast (for those who don’t know, he was a regular Countdown and Trinity contributor). And while I love Bill Sienkiewicz for the talented and ground-breaking artist that he’s always been, his ink work generally comes along to add a little scratchy and dark tone to perfunctory superhero pencil work – the ultimate effect of which is usually to say “Hey, kids! This was inked by Bill Sienkiewicz!” Honestly, that dark tone probably helped a bit more here due to the subject matter, but it did little to elevate the presentation out of mediocrity. Oh, and just because I thought it so strange, I should note that the final page of the issue was drawn by Inferno artist Greg Scott, I guess to create some kind of continuity between issues? Speaking of which...


The Red Circle: The Inferno #1
Written by J. Michael Straczynski
Penciled and Inked by Greg Scott


In what I assume is an attempt to get a slight sales bump across the introduction of these characters to the DCU, each new Red Circle comic shipping in August carries its own character-specific #1 status, but don’t let that throw you. This is essentially a mini series even though each issue brings a new player onto the board. And halfway through this story, I’m already starting to see some weird dissonance between the twin story goals of overarching story and solo character introduction, so let’s take each of them in their own time.

This go around, our new hero is Inferno – a character carted onto the scene as a comatose victim of some mysterious explosion in the aforementioned last page of The Hangman. There was some general head-scratching across message boards when Inferno was announced as part of the launch both from casual Archie heroes fans who wondered why such a Z-lister would get top billing and from hardcore Mighty Crusader fans who didn’t like that the guy ended up looking so different from his original incarnation. As far as I’m concerned, polishing up these guys to fit in the DCU should be part of the fun of a project like this, and Inferno fits that bill perfectly. I mean, I know a lot about these characters, and the most I know about Infero is that he’s a guy who...um...has some fire powers and shit? Prime candidate for reimagining.

Straczynski’s execution of said reimagining is pretty odd and a little lackluster, but ultimately I think it works better than The Hangman’s for a few reason. While the gallows-themed hero who kick-started this whole shebang got saddled with a straight done-in-one original tale, Inferno’s first story is all mystery and misdirection. Carted on page like that Hungarian dude at the start of “The Usual Suspects” after a harbor explosion left him the only survivor, our guy has no memory of who he is (though he conspicuously drops the name Frank Verrano in a brief jibbering fit). Add that to a scattered one-page flashback where he agrees to get involved in...something with a blonde lady, and so far we’ve got very little to hang our hat on. But once this mystery gentleman (who, by the by, looks like your average “white guy with brown hair in a superhero comic”) wakes up, he’s got a gunman popping bullets from an uzi at his face, igniting flame powers that also physically turn him into a beefy WWE type complete with bald head and Macho Man ‘stache. That inexplicable transmographying element to Inferno is just so silly I kind of love it as it gives the hero something beyond another set of bland elemental-based powers. And even though the mystery elements surrounding who the character is aren’t really compelling on their own, they also don’t sink the concept outright like the Hangman’s clichés did. There’s potential here to be built upon, so bully for JMS on that.

In terms of our ongoing story, things are less promising. The sketchy details that help Inferno get established in and of himself without a full origin story really hamper the bigger plot as there are absolutely no details that would make a reader who’s not invested in the concept of Archie heroes at DC want to keep buying. Like I said, a gunman comes to kill Inferno in the hospital and the inclusion of an earpiece hooked up to shadowy boss types reveals that he’s part of a bigger organization of some kind, maybe. But there’s no specifics given on any of that. Not a name for the organization, not a hint as to why Inferno’s important, not one bit of storytelling style or compelling line of dialogue that raises the attack beyond “guy with gun shoots at guy in coma.” Zip. Later, after the obligatory “Hangman and Inferno fight in the street then team up to stop a bomb Inferno inexplicably remembers,” the fiery hero notes that whoever caused the first explosion had a reason for being on the boat, but that this second explosion was only a decoy to throw the cops off the true motives of the first. I’ve read this comic three times and what I just wrote about it confuses the fuck out of me.

Worst of all, we’ve got several pages of a nondescript cop team trying to crack the case of the exploding boat mystery, and the oh-so maudlin bits of info on what’s going on never reach them. The only people who’ve put anything together at all are the morphing amnesiac escapee who catches fire and the immortal, cursed doctor who fled the scene. So thanks for wasting four pages of a comic on two expository cops without a clue who I’m assuming we won’t see again for the rest of the series. And at this point we’re half way through a four-issue story!!!

I know it seems like I’m endlessly harping on a lot of minor details, but the point I’m ultimately trying to get at here is that if I am totally the target audience for this material, and JMS and company can’t string together the bare bones of a story that makes sense even to me, we may be approaching unmitigated disaster here for a new character initiative DC has been talking about for over a year. At this point, the most compelling thing I can point to about the entire operation is the teaser copy from the end of The Hangman that reads “To Be Continued As The Circle Embraces the Inferno!” Sounds like it has potential, right? What is the Red Circle? A prophecy? An organization? Is there even a reason all these characters are crossing paths, or is it all (as it seems) just stupid fucking coincidence and the name Red Circle was just drawn out of a hat to brand these guys rather than Mighty Crusaders?

In any event, I’m going to keep reading the next two issues and let you know how it goes. Certainly The Web and The Shield have slightly more draw and potential for superhero fans of any stripe (an idea I’ll return to when talking about them), and what I’ve heard about the non-JMS ongoing series sounds more fun than what we’re getting here, so fingers crossed. You can check out a preview of the issue that ships today at Newsarama if you like in the meantime.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Villains With Ridiculous Names: Trevor Fitzroy

Seriously? This guy is a time-traveling scourge of mutantkind who has claimed full era as his kingdoms, more or less ruined Bishop's life, and killed the Hellions, and his name is Trevor?! He sounds like he should be popping his collar while menacing the cabana boys at his yacht club, discussing his stock portfolio with a shit-eating grin on his face.

He is currently appearing monthly in the pages of X-Factor (which, by the way, is an awesome book). Here's an interview by friend of the blog Kevin Mahadeo with series writer Peter David on Marvel.com!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Underrated/Overlooked: Nightwing: Year One

I've got something of a love/hate relationship with the comic book works of Grant Morrison. However, complex as my tastes may be when it comes to the mad Scotsman, there's no question as to which side of my line his current opus, Batman & Robin, falls on: I falt out love it. From the Frank Quitely-drawn fight scenes that actually hold my attention (something not a lot of comic fracas can do) to the creepy-as-heck new villains, I've found plenty to crow about when it comes to B&R, but Kiel actually made me realize one big factor that contributes to my fondness for the book: Morrison acknowledges Dick Grayson's time as Nightwing. That may seem like a dumb little detail, but there is always a bubbling movement among the top guns of comics to reference only the really iconic mainstream-friendly stuff in their larger works, which for Dick Grayson means it would be easy for Morrison to act as if he shot straight from Robin to Batman and treat the middle years with vagueness, but flat out in the first issue he makes direct reference to Dick's time as a cop in Bludhaven, and that was just tremendous to me.

Y'see, I wasn't reading comics from about 1996 to 2000 or so, and when I got all the way back in, the Nightwing ongoing series had seen better days; but through the magic of the Wizard library and a solid job on the collection front by DC, I was able to learn that during a lot of that time I had been away, Nightwing was a damn fine action-adventure comic of the highest consistency under the stewardship of writer Chuck Dixon, who wrote Dick's adventures in the Gotham suburb of Bludhaven for over six years. Dixon had a few notable artistic collaborators, but none who took to the character and setting with the vigor of Scott McDaniel. And while I'd argue that Dixon and McDaniel's entire run on Nightwing could be classified as underrated and/or overlooked, what I want to talk about today is the woefully underheralded "get the band back together" tour of duty the duo had in 2005 on the six issue "Nightwing: Year One" story arc.

While my boy Wally West made history by being the first sidekick to graduate into the role of full hero, years earlier Dick Grayson was the first junior partner in comic book history to really escape his mentor's shadow (which makes sense given that he was the first junior partner period). Nightwing's is a neat niche since most comic fans grow up relating to Robin and wanting to someday be Batman (or so DC hopes), but there's a whole period between 10 and 30 where you'd like a happy medium as your window to that four color kingdom. Besides that, if you've got access to a decent library of trades and back issues, you can follow Dick's journey from adolescense to manhood like he were a family friend who dressed up in tights and lost his family in a freak circus accident.

The other thing I love most about Dick Grayson is that he's like the most popular guy in the DC Universe. Wally West is the nice guy who plays soccer and everybody likes, but Dick Grayson is the quarterback who also happens to be super-down-to-earth and nice to the nerdy kids; he's Emilio Estevez from The Breakfast Club (that analogy was dedicated equal parts to John Hughes and Sean T. Collins). Given Wally's mentor, it's not a shocker he'd be so congenial, but given Dick's, his nice guy routine is more of a surprise. Robin started out as the polar opposite of Batman to give contrast in a real world sense and to provide the Dark Knight with a colorful distraction to his foes in an in-world sense, but as he evolved he became the most capable team leader in the DC Universe (whereas the Justice League has never had a set leader, Dick Grayson is the Captain America or Cyclops of the Titans) and the hero everybody will rally around in a time of crisis (a plot point Geoff Johns made during Infinite Crisis that I really loved).

Nightwing: Year One takes the snapshot of time between Dick Grayson ending his tenure as Robin and beginning his career as Nightwing and brings that journey as well as what makes him a totally unique hero from not only Batman but everybody else in the DCU primarily through a series of team-ups with his peers, mentors and would-be replacements. Dixon gets right up in Dick's headspace perfectly and illustrates perfectly all the stuff I just wrote above about why Nightwing is such a wonderful character.

Year One begins with the expanded (and perhaps previously untold, I'm not sure) of Robin screwing up on a routine case and Batman firing him as a result. I think the idea is to convey Bats as being less pissed at Dick for botching his job and more hurt by the fact that he's spending more time with the Titans than his mentor, but Dixon's Batman isn't actually nuanced enough to get that point across. Nonetheless, what Dixon does do a superlative job of is in portraying Dick Grayson as somebody who has reached a personal crossroads as far as living under the rules of his surrogate father and who possesses that natural mix of rebellion and ambition. As if he had never left the character he helped to give such depth, Dixon gets right back in the swing of mixing the pathos of Dick Grayson in with the somersaults of Robin and provides a timeless yarn about growing up with a super-heroic edge. Dixon also introduces the narrative device of Dick writing all this as a letter to Batman, a nice little touch that helps pry further into his psyche.

The second chapter is probably my favorite as it's a (almost)Nightwing/Superman team-up and I love Nightwing/Superman team-ups. I really enjoy the fact that Superman is this cool uncle figure to Dick Grayson and that Supes has immense respect for Batman's kid partner and likely did far before his dour counterpart. Dixon does his own spin on the whole "Nightwing got his new codename from Kryptonian" lore deal that got ditched for a little while post-Crisis and that I'm happy came back; to me, one of the reasons that Nightwing is probably the best hero in the DC Universe (in a meta sense) is that he's essentially the product of Batman raising a kid with Superman stopping by to take him out for his birthday and shit (and what a sitcom that would make). Anyways, I love the way Superman treats Dick Grayson as an equal even here, love the way Dick kinda hits on Lois Lane, and love about a zillion other things about those two characters teaming; just a great dynamic.

Chapter three feels a little forced as it's a random Deadman guest shot that takes place when Dick takes a brief side trip to rejoin the circus and we learn that the Flying Graysons knew Boston Brand, but I'll excuse the tacked on nature as Scott McDaniel draws both an awesome Deadman and fantastic aerial scenes.

Things get back on track in a big way from there as Dick takes on the Nightwing codename, develops a proto new costume and reunites with his old flame Batgirl as he decides to reintroduce himself to the naughtier elements of Gotham. Nightwing having to convince Commissioner Gordon he's the former Robin and the way he does it is cute while his trip to Arkham to pay a visit to the Joker is a trip that does nicely to distinguish him both from his former persona but also from Batman. The heart of the issue though is the eternal Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon on-again/off-again romance which is off here because Dick is with Starfire, but which Dixon has always written to perfection. Most of us had that one girl (or guy) we fell in love with as a kid and then (mostly) got over, but the Dick/Babs story and the half-cutesy/half-near-Shakespearean flourish with which Dixon writes their flirtations and interactions makes you wonder about the road not taken. I read New Teen Titans before I read anything with Batgirl, so I always thought Starfire was Nightwing's unquestionable happily ever after, but Dixon's work on Nightwing and here (as well as some other great stories I've caught up on) make me wonder about his road not taken as well.

Throughout the first two thirds of the story, Dixon has also been threading (at an accelerated pace) Batman's discovery of Jason Todd and appointment of the kid as the new Robin. In the final two chapters of Year One, that sub-plot moves to the main stage as a trial run gone awry for Jason becomes the first team-up between two generations of Boy Wonders as they must rescue Alfred from the clutches of Killer Croc. Jason comes off as every bit the twerp he was when folks voted with their telephones back in the 80's, but the pairing gives Dick a chance to be both outraged ousted party and cool big brother; by the end, we're as in awe of the newly minted Nightwing as Jason is.

On the subject of Scott McDaniel's art, I'll say that he's a very nuanced stylist who can be extremely hit or miss, particularly when he ventures outside his comfort zone, but giving him six issues of Nightwing to draw is like tossing a slugger a hanging fastball right over the plate. Much as I loved McDaniel on the late, lamented Richard Dragon (also a Chuck Dixon joint), he was born to draw Dick Grayson, with his quadruple cartwheels and winning smile. McDaniel is a master of fight choreography between really athletic dudes with no powers, something he showed off ample times in his original Nightwing run and does again here; he always does fun stuff with the way characters move and how to use the panel borders and just seems to be having fun. He also really knows how to bring out the charming swashbuckler visually in Dick Grayson.

Nightwing: Year One isn't a perfect comic story (Batman isn't written particularly well, the terms "Boy Wonder" and "Man Wonder" are used often enough that they'd make a drinking game fatal, etc.) but it's a highly enjoyable one from two guys doing what they know ow to do extremely well. If you're looking for greater insight into the roots of Dick Grayson, the dude who just became Batman, I highly recommend it, but if you're also just looking for a fun story where a very likeable protagonist jumps off buildings, hangs with Superman, teams with elephants and hits on Batgirl, you could do a lot worse.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Paragraph Movie Reviews: Step Brothers

If you don't have plans to see this movie, you can check the spoilers here and then come back.

This was less a full-formed movie and more a series of bits that Will Ferrell, John C. Reilly and Adam McKay didn't have room for on Funny or Die. The physical comedy is top notch and some of the scenes and lines are hilarious, but there's no real coherent plot or flow to get caught up in, placing Step Brothers for me a notch below the real comedy standouts of the last few years like Wedding Crashers, The Hangover, Superbad or even Knocked Up. There's nothing wrong with watching an hour and a half of funny folks do mostly improvisational skits, but that's what I've got Saturday Night Live for. Adam Scott breaks away from the pack as far as giving his douchebag brother role some actual meat while Richard Jenkins and Mary Steenburgen shoulder the bulk of the dramatic load as the titular brothers' put-upon parents. I have nothing really critical to say about the movie or about what Ferrell and Reilly bring to it other than it's somewhat lacking heart and while I'll probably quote some of the funnier lines, I have no real desire to re-watch it. Honestly, I get the sense that the cast had more fun making this than I had watching it.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Rasslin' Ramblings: The Best of SummerSlam

While I've been laid up here at home the past few days, aside from comics, the Internet and the love of my fiancee, my main diversion from the raging rapids of blood and headaches my nose and forehead have become has been the wonder that is WWE Classics On Demand, World Wrestling Entertainment's fantastic cable showcase of the zillions of hours of footage they have from pretty much every wrestling library in history.

One show I caught for the very first time this weekend was the inaugural SummerSlam, which took place back in 1988. There have been 20 SummerSlams in the intervening years, with edition #21 coming up next Sunday, and at this point I've seen all but two (2006 and last year's).

So since I'm still immobile and I'm sure the rest of you have nothing better to do either, let's do a top ten list (that does not include 2006 or 2008)!

Ben Morse's Best of SummerSlam GO!

10. SummerSlam 2004
I figure a lot of folks have blocked this one from their mind since the main event/big moment features Chris Benoit, but that lasting image aside, I have fond memories of this event. I had just graduated college and was living at home for the summer with my old man. Aside from that, this show also had a sick opener with Rey Mysterio, Billy Kidman & Paul London against Spike Dudley & The Dudley Boyz, a fun Triple Threat match for Edge's Intercontinental title with Chris Jericho and a just-coming-into-his-own Batista as challengers, a nice little mat-based showdown between Kurt Angle and Eddie Guerrero as well as a rough and tumble hardcore Last Ride match with John Bradshaw Layfield defending his WWE title against The Undertaker.

9. SummerSlam 1988
Yeah, as noted, I just watched it yesterday so it's fresh in my mind, but this was a rock solid show from an era that wasn't always. Awesome opener with The British Bulldogs and Fabulous Rougeau Brothers going to a time limit draw, a decent midcard World Tag Team title defense from Demolition over The Hart Foundation and then of course the classic moment of The Ultimate Warrior ending The Honky Tonk Man's year-plus Intercontinental title reign in under a minute. But the main event makes the show as the Mega Powers team of Hulk Hogan & Randy Savage faces the Mega Bucks alliance of Andre The Giant & Ted DiBiase with Jesse "The Body" Ventura as special referee and the whole things just feels like a big deal from the word go.

8. SummerSlam 1990
The first SummerSlam I ever watched as a kid, I guess this makes the list more for nostalgia's sake than anything else. The Hart Foundation beating World Tag Team champions in a 2/3 Falls match with the help of the debuting Legion of Doom was actually some pretty decent wrestling, but most of the show was just filler junk like The Warlord vs Tito Santana and Bad News Brown vs Jake "The Snake" Roberts; of the double main event, The Ultimate Warrior's World title defense in a Steel Cage against Rick Rude was ok, but even as a kid I saw the bloom coming off the Hulk Hogan rose as he beat Earthquake by DQ. The big moment of the show for me was watching my favorite wrestler at the time, "Texas Tornado" Kerry Von Erich, win the Intercontinental title from Mr. Perfect (and this is one of those shows where I don't try to look back and think of how many of the guys I just named are no longer living).

7. SummerSlam 2005
The first and only SummerSlam I watched from my rat-trap apartment in Highland Falls, New York, this show had a so-so undercard balanced out by some really good man event matches. In particular, the Eddie Guerrero vs Rey Mysterio Ladder match and Edge vs Matt Hardy grudge match were let-downs, but probably just because they were built up so much. The Undertaker definitely brought out the best in Randy Orton, John Cena and Chris Jericho always match up well, and then Batista had a surprisingly good No DQ match with John Bradshaw Layfield. The main event, however, was a bit of a wild card, as retired legend Hulk Hogan came back for one more match to take on the iconic Shawn Michaels. It was a bit goofy and Michaels maybe looked a bit foolish overselling Hogan's offense to the nth degree, but I found this to be a fun little match and it left me with a good feeling about the show.

6. SummerSlam 2001
The WCW/ECW Alliance feud of 2001 isn't looked back at by many wrestling fans as a particular highpoint in WWF/WWE history, but there's no question that period churned out some excellent matches. As always, the opening match is key, and for SummerSlam 2001, Lance Storm and Edge made sure the event hit the ground running with a hot tussle for the Intercontinental title. Decent midcard matches capped by Chris Jericho beating Rhyno and then Rob Van Dam beating Jeff Hardy in a Ladder match for the Hardcore title that I can still recall the high spots from to this day because they were so innovative and those two were just magic together particularly right when RVD debuted in the WWF. Another eternally great pairing at the time was Steve Austin and Kurt Angle, who had a blowout match for the World title, and then The Rock brought the house down with his first match in months against Booker T and showed why he's probably the most charismatic dude in the history of sports entertainment.

5. SummerSlam 1997
As the ultra-intense feud between the Hart Foundation and America was at a fever pitch, SummerSlam 1997 was the boiling point and every match felt like the stakes were sky high. Mankind and Hunter Hearst Helmsley rocked the house out the gate with a rare Steel Cage opener, leading into a solid midcard with Goldust, Brian Pillman, Ken Shamrock, Davey Boy Smith, et al. doing their thing. The semi-main event of Owen Hart vs Steve Austin for the Intercontinental title was an aggressive showcase for "Stone Cold" that took on new meaning when Austin suffered a broken neck midway through and still finished the match. The Undertaker and Bret Hart showed what pros they were by putting on a great capper for the World title despite the Austin stuff casting such a shadow.

4. SummerSlam 2000
By the time this SummerSlam rolled around, the WWF was well on its way to putting World Championship Wrestling out of business and had accumulated an incredible roster of talent in the process. This show had a nice sprinkling of everything as Chris Jericho and Chris Benoit held a technical classic of a 2/3 Falls match, Steve Blackman and Shane McMahon had a fun garbage match for the Hardcore title and the trio of The Rock, Triple H and Kurt Angle had a textbook high octane main event despite Angle doing down with a concussion midway through. But my favorite match on the card was the first ever TLC match between Edge & Christian, the Dudley Boyz and the Hardy Boyz for the World Tag Team titles; the Ladder match those three teams had at WrestleMania XVI was a spectacle, but this was the next step in their jaw-dropping evolution.

3. SummerSlam 1992
Of all the early SummerSlams, this is the one that gets the most critical love, and I'm definitely onboard with that crowd. First and foremost, it was held outdoors in London's Wembley Stadium, giving it a classic, epic scope and feel that's tough to replicate. Beyond that, it's really a one-match show, but more on that later because there are some other little highlights. One is definitely the Legion of Doom riding to the ring on Harleys; their match against Money, Inc. was whatever, but that entrance just rocked. Shawn Michaels against Rick Martel in a "no hitting in the face" match was also an entertaining bit of business. The World title match between Randy Savage and The Ultimate Warrior didn't live up to their WrestleMania VII classic, but the guys still had an undeniable chemistry. Then however there is the one match: Bret Hart vs Davey Boy Smith for the Intercontinental title, one of the all-time classic wrestling clinics. It's over 25 minutes of scientific brilliance between two guys in their peak and a real showcase of pro wrestling as performance art; the crowd was hot, the moves were crispt and the finish was fantastic.

2. SummerSlam 2002
2002 was a transitional year for WWE, the summer in particular, as the "Attitude Era" stars like Steve Austin and The Rock were phasing out while newer stars like Edge, Rey Mysterio and Brock Lesnar were making their mark, and this is the show where they really got a chance to do that. The opener between Mysterio and Kurt Angle is tough to top, as Angle is just the best and Rey pulled out all the stops in his WWE pay-per-view debut. Edge/Eddie Guerrero is a match that makes a lot of lists as a "forgotten classic," which is weird, because if so many people list it...never mind, it's just good. Ric Flair vs Chris Jericho is another excellent match as it is two seasoned pros who are very unselfish when it comes to their work. I actually remember the vignettes building to the Rock/Brock Lesnar main event more than the match itself, but Brock was always just fun to watch, and his intensity level is what I think best embodies this show. However, no doubt the highlight of this SummerSlam for me was my favorite wrestler of all-time, Shawn Michaels, coming back from four years in a retirement I was sure would never end and stealing the show in a Street Fight against Triple H; watching HBK splash HHH through a table was just a dope fanboy moment for me.

1. SummerSlam 1998
I was 16 years old, had just gotten my license, and watched this from the basement of my house in Newton with my buddy Matt Corley. For me, 1998 was the very height of the WWF's "Attitude Era" with the big players like Steve Austin, The Rock and DeGeneration X all coming into their own and me being at the perfect age to enjoy the product they were putting out. As with the WrestleMania of the same year (XIV, which I went to in Boston), SummerSlam 1998 stands out to me as a show with no really bad matches on it (ok, Kaientai vs The Oddities wasn't stellar, but it was good for comedy). I give Val Venis vs D'Lo Brown credit I don't think it gets from a lot of folks as being one of the most underrated opening matches in pay-per-view history and setting a great, exciting pace. The Rock/Triple H Ladder match for the Intercontinental title is a bit of a lost classic and a good indication of rad matches to come from those two. But the centerpiece, no doubt, was the Steve Austin/Undertaker main event for the World title; I can think of few relatively short-term wrestling feuds that were built better than this one, and even though I was pretty 100% sure Austin would win, the match still told a great story and really opened my eyes as to what Undertaker was capable of. Interesting aside: Corley and I had just finished up summer camp where one of our co-counselors was a 20-something black British dude chiseled out of granite named Tundi; in the middle of this show, T calls me and tells me he's in Newton (he was supposed to be travelling the country) and needed a place to crash, so I had to go pick him up and missed the main event (don't worry, I taped it).

Friday, August 14, 2009

Linko! XVIII


* Perhaps no one will find this as much fun as I did so I'm not sure why I'm putting it up top, but after Bryan Lee O'Malley made an innocent comment on Twitter about Vernors Ginger Ale – America's oldest pop – a bevy of dumb links came my way both by accident and choice. See, Vernors is something of a staple in my hometown of Flint, Michigan as its bottled locally by friendly gnomes who make it so powerful that one sip causes the uninitiated to sneeze uncontrollably. Said gnomes have been immortalized in a giant mural downtown, a portion of which you can see above and the history of which you can read here with plenty more pics. (There was also a Michigan State-themed mural in East Lansing when I went to college, but it's sadly been painted over). As for Vernors history, I suggest this delightfully short version or go to the Vernors Wikipedia page which has a nice rundown of how the pop was finally distributed nationally (the issue of which kicked off the whole thing) and to learn about the Boston Cooler – greatest milkshake known to mankind.

Perhaps more exciting was Sean T. Collins' unveiling of this amazing, fantastic, stupendous, brilliant map showing how different folks in different regions of America refer to the sugary, carbonated beverages that comprise the majority of our non-booze drinkery. After living in New York for three years, I was almost ready to succeed that I was weird for saying "pop" because so many insisted that "soda" was how "most of the country" referred to it. However, after closer inspection of this fine map, I'm sticking to my guns and not allowing the coasts to dictate what we Midwesterners do or say (as with most things, the South is just odd. I mean really...everything is Coke?).

Any New Yorkers reading this can feel free to try and dissuade me from this course of thought, but seriously, you people say "wait on line" which is fucking stupid, so I'm not sure you've got any kind of case.

* In other "fun waste of time with friends" news, my good bud and website designer Matt Bleicher (brother of he known as grog) has launched the site Robots - For The Win! This blog collects and analyzes the slow takeover of our species by mechanical men as inspired by a "Trading Places" style $1.00 bet. Bookmark now.


* OK, on to things more important. This week, Marvel's Tom Brevoort drew our attention to the need to remember two of comics most unique voices lost too soon: legendary writer/editor Mark Gruenwald and acclaimed artist Mike Wieringo. I never had the chance to meet either man, but did some e-mail with Ringo, who was always a class act on top of being one of my favorite artists since I first bought this comic at the local grocery store based on the cover alone. In any event, the way I kept these creators fresh in my mind this week included reading Sean's excellent review of Gruenwald's Squadron Supreme at Savage Critics and by popping over to Ringo's jaw-dropping sketch blog, kept going thanks to the efforts of his brother. And if you have any of their comics around the house, I don't think this would be a bad weekend to pull them out for another read, huh?

* Hey. "G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra"? Worst fucking movie I've seen in years. A total pile of dog shit. I can't even think of anything clever to say here, and there's no link. I just needed to get that off my chest and IMing with Ben about it last night didn't do enough to purge what I saw from my brain. God, I hope Larry Hama got some serious retirement cash off that thing. May they never make another.

* To cleanse the pallet a bit, this week on Cartoon Brew, Jerry Beck posted the following video of 92-year-old former Termite Terrace ink and paint girl Martha Sigall explaining the creation Bugs Bunny. Not only is it really informative and interesting, Sigall is totally fucking adorable:


"That's a fuzzy wuzzy name." Guh. If you have the chance, please call your grandma soon and tell her you love her.

* I can't believe I'd never heard of any of this Link: Then again, Irish comics from the late 1800's is kind of a specialized field. Bookmark that site, though, as I'm hoping the rest of the series is that interesting and enlightening. (Via Everyone)

* Brief but to the point: Jeet Heer connects the dots on Felix the Cat and minstrel shows, blackface, etc. Did you know I interviewed Heer in college based on reading two stories he wrote for the now defunct Lingua Franca – one on racial tensions in George Herriman's life and his great Krazy Kat and one on Philip K. Dick reporting literary critics who loved his work to the F.B.I. as Marxists? Well now you do. Those aren't online as far as I can tell, but if you want copies let me know, and I'll send you a Xerox. (Via Tom)

* My new friend Jill posted this compilation of Tweets by folks admitting their "Geek Sins." Some I qualified for. Some were funny. Some were downright sad.

* Shaun Manning really liked this web comic. I got a chuckle out of it too. (Manningpage!)

* Occasionally, Google Ads have fun content Link: this blog is dedicated to explaining XKCD strips for people who don't get them. Dear Lord.

* In case you didn't see it alredy: The tree across from my apartment looks exactly like Admiral Ackbar: Seriously.

* Let's wrap up this week with some art I saw on Tumblr. First up, via the Comic Books Tumblr run by I don't know who, a group shot of the Teen Titans Go! by Todd Nauck. I think those issues he and J. Torres did were probably the best straight up "superheroes for kids" comics since the awesome Kelly Puckett/Mike Parobeck run on Batman Adventures – media tie-in or otherwise.


* Next via Ryan Penagos' mega-popular Tumblr of power, a radical Legend of Zelda piece by Kim Herbst from the ongoing Life Meter Comics project. I'm really bummed I never got to buy volume two of the print anthology. I hope they make more.

More more Nova sketches!

After a nice evening of Megan's cooking, watching an advanced copy of The Rise and Fall of WCW courtesy of my friends at WWE and taking my first shower since the surgery, I figured a little light blogging before drifting off into drug-induced slumber (and before Kiel posts this week's Linko!) would be a nice capper.

So here are the remainder of my Nova sketches (until such time as I hit the scanner again) and the stories behind them...

Ethan Van Sciver
This one basically started out with me showing Ethan my Jim Lee sketch and him going "I'm not sure I can top that, but I have to try." Well far be it for me to judge between two titans of artistic prowess, but if Ethan didn't achieve his goal, he certainly came as close as what can and didn't fall short for lack of trying. He took my sketchbook home with him for a couple weeks vowing "Something you could put on the cover of Wizard" and I do believe he delivered there. I like a lot of things about this, but in particular I like how Ethan really brought his unique personal style to it rather than conform to any sort of template. You can see in the helmet that he took some liberties, but little touches like that really leave a distinctive mark. I also love that he gave Nova's chest starbursts a similar-but-different visual effect to what he does with the Green Lantern symbols beginning back with Rebirth; Ethan is so thoughtful about every decision he makes and how visuals effect a character's make-up, so it's a pleasure to look at his work.

Jamal Igle
Bit of an awkward story here, as I was at one of the Wizard World Philadelphia shows, spotted Jamal Igle (who I knew had done New Warriors and drawn Nova before) and very much wanted a sketch from him, but had a full day of working the booth and conducting interviews ahead of me. Much as it broke my own personal code of conduct, I sent then-Wizard intern Brian Warmoth over to Jamal with my book to see if he would do a sketch. I don't remember exactly how it went down, but I believe I gave Brian a certain ceiling on how much I could spend for the sketch and he either got nervous or forgot to mention it. Brian comes back and tells me he got Jamal to do the sketch but didn't quote a price, which of course freaked me out because when you don't quote a price at the outset, you can land in the awkward position of having to pay way more than you planned to because the artist needs to make a certain amount of money over a certain amount of time in Artist's Alley to cover their expenses (that's why if a dude quotes you a price too high for you, you politely move on rather than waste their time or see if you can get a quickie sketch or just a headshot for less, again not wasting their time). Long story short, my first meeting with Jamal Igle consisted of my sheepishly underpaying for the gorgeous sketch you see above because he's one of the nicest dudes in the world. Fortunately we have since gotten past that and not only does Jamal feel comfortable yelling "Hey, loser!" at me from across a crowded booth in San Diego, he's also the one and only comic creator I've actually randomly run into on the streets of New York City despite having worked there for nearly two years now. His stoic, reflective Nova is a page-stopper in my book since it stands out in such stark contrast from just about any other sketch I have in there; he told me he chose to draw that pose and feel because he had drawn the character enough in the past that he didn't feel like doing the standard "Human Rocket" bit and wanted to try something different, which totally worked.

Don Kramer
Speaking of nice guys, "Dandy" Don Kramer is one of the genuinely coolest dudes in all of comics (Brief aside: despite attempts by myself, Jesse Thompson, Andy Serwin and others to work the "Dandy" Don nickname into Wizard whenever possible, it never stuck). He is incredibly outgoing, totally laid back and loves just shooting the shit with fans. If you ever spot Don at a convention (he's the good-looking one), you should take the opportunity not just to nab a sketch if you can, but talk to the guy, because he's a fount of knowledge as well as just a wonderful conversationalist (he's also doing career-best work in the highly underrated JSA vs Kobra right now, so I very much suggest picking that up). Don actually sought me out to do a sketch in my book, having seen me post some of the images online (on MySpace or something...oh the old days), and hey, I'm not gonna say no! He went a little bit the same way as Jim Lee initially with the heavy India ink approach, but I love the way he portrayed Nova's jetstream, making it look much more like how an actual rocket would during takeoff than I think I've ever seen. When I think of Don's work, there's a very specific tone I tend to imagine, so I was very intrigued to see how Nova would look in that setting and was certainly not disappointed.

Tony Daniel
When I was a 13-year old X-Force fan, there was no better artist in the world in my mind than Tony Daniel. When I came back to comics after a few years' hiatus, I would wonder from time to time whatever happened to Tony, but could never track down his work (which consisted mostly of The Tenth for Image, but I had yet to really step outside my Marvel/DC comfort zone). When I saw the name "Tony S. Daniel" in the solicits for Teen Titans one month in 2005, I immediately called Geoff Johns to ask if it was the same guy, and lo and behold it was. Though Tony started on Titans just doing fill-ins, he eventualy became the regular guy (I'm not sure if my pleas to Geoff had anything to do with it or not) which gave me the opportunity to speak with him and work together on a Titans East sketchbook for Wizard (me and Geoff co-wrote little dossiers from Deathstroke to go with each of Tony's sketches). At Wizard World Chicago in (I wanna say) 2006, I finally had the opportunity to meet Tony and he greeted me with a big hug, saying how much he appreciated the push for his work in Wizard, to which I shot back gratitude for being one of the guys who got me into comics in the first place with his art. He told me whatever sketch I wanted was mine and I'm sure you can guess what came next. Tony actually had my book for awhile due to some unfortunate health problems on his end, but the end result was the first ever full-color Nova in my sketchbook, and the images pops with an incredible intensity and vibrancy that very much reminds me of Tony himself.

Dale Eaglesham
At the New York Comic-Con in 2007, I tracked down Dale Eaglesham, who I had never seen at a show before and who I had long wanted a sketch from. Fortunately I kinda knew Dale and his wife, Wolfie, from Comic Bloc (which, if you haven't gathered yet from these posts, is a great place to get to know some cool comics pros) and from helping arrange a sketchbook feature for Justice Society of America when it launched. I've heard Dale described as "the Norman Rockwell of comics" and he definitely lived up to that label here with a cool retro-looking Nova who has a great earnest quality to him. I actually prefer this sketch just in pencil with no inks and colors as it makes it feel even more "down home" for lack of a better term.

Ahhhh, what a nice night of reminiscing--now for Vicodin.

Should that be my new sign-off line?