Monday, August 15, 2011

Back to the Future: Marvel 2099

We’ve still got 88 years to see if “Shock” catches on as a curse word or a religion gets organized around Thor, but already Marvel’s 2099 line of comics—despite only lasting six years—has proven groundbreaking in its own way.

The 2099 imprint kicked off in 1992 as a look at the possible future of the Marvel Universe with four core titles centered around three new versions of familiar characters and one all-new creation: Spider-Man 2099, Punisher 2099, Doom 2099 and Ravage 2099. It was an interesting mix with Marvel’s most recognizable figure, one of the most popular stars of the 90’s, a classic villains featured as a protagonist for the first time ever and a wild card co-created by none other than Stan Lee.

All four pillars of 2099 were a mixture of familiarity and experimentation. Miguel O’Hara, aka Spider-Man, was a scientist and a wisecracker like his predecessor, but notably older and with a darker edge, his humor coming in the form of cynicism rather than quips and his motivation having as much to do with revenge and survival as responsibility. The new Punisher, Jake Gallows, emerged from virtually the same circumstances as Frank Castle—his family being killed by criminals—but lived in a world where corruption generally trumped law and thus coming off far more sympathetic in his violent approach to justice than his counterpart. Doom’s origins were tinged in mystery, as he claimed to be the original bearer of the name, but in this time he acted more as a hero than a tyrant. Paul-Phillip Ravage—showing that Stan Lee had weaned somewhat off his alliteration addiction by the 90’s but not completely—was a corporate CEO forced into a life of fugitive vigilantism when he questioned his corporate masters and was framed for murder.

As far as my personal experience, I sampled Spider-Man 2099 and would check in occasionally, but wasn’t a regular reader. I bought the first issue of Punisher 2099—the first Punisher comic of any kind I ever purchased, I believe—and was intrigued, but for whatever reason did not get #2. I didn’t pick up any of the early issues of Doom 2099 or Ravage 2099, despite the concept of Doom as a hero and a new Stan Lee creation grabbing my attention at least in passing.

X-Men 2099 was the book that brought me into the imprint—as detailed here—as I was buying anything X-Men at the time and also loved the work of artist Ron Lim. When the five titles crossed over in “Fall of the Hammer” I got every chapter, which prompted me to buy a few more issues of Spider-Man 2099 as well as at least one non-Stan Lee-written Ravage 2099, but I disengaged quickly and then stuck with X-Men until Lim left before departing myself.

There were many additional points I contemplated checking out more 2099—when Doom took over America or when he got deposed and half the original characters got killed—but I never took that leap. It’s only now, having read a bit more of the imprint in trade and random issues as well as having the whole of its span to step back and look at, that I can see how prescient 2099 was in many ways.

Building the world of 2099 was not that unlike building the original Marvel Universe in the Silver Age must have been, with distinct and disparate characters linked together by their shared world. Where Stan Lee and his collaborators used the familiarity of New York City and little touches like newspaper headlines and cameos, the founding fathers of 2099 created an elaborate and thought out landscape where corporations became king and the comfortable heroes we knew were elevated to mythic proportions as avatars of an idyllic age. Big business as the ultimate villain and embodied by Alchemax, the company where Miguel O’Hara worked and came into his abilities, took central root in Spider-Man 2099, but played a major part in Ravage, influenced the creation of the Punisher, and would eventually show up in Doom, X-Men, Hulk, Ghost Rider and the rest. The Thorite religion was first touched upon by Jake Gallows, but would again spread across 2099 and serve as the core of its first crossover.

By 1992, the idea of an editorial office coordinating multiple titles was not a new one, as the X-Men fielded a minimum of four books at any given time and regularly crossed stories from one to the other. A fledgling imprint where characters shared aspects was not groundbreaking either, given the New Universe a few years earlier, Valiant hitting its stride and Milestone around the corner. Yet the cohesive future world imagined by 2099 and the ways in which the series within seemed to mesh so naturally and remain able to still stand on their own certainly merits some kudos.

It’s also interesting to look at the range of creative voices when it comes to the writers responsible for the 2099 books and impressive how in step such a varied group was. You had the already veteran Peter David on Spider-Man, relative rookie John Francis Moore on Doom—and later X-Men—the British duo of Pat Mills and Tony Skinner on Punisher, and of course Stan Lee on Ravage. Chuck Dixon and Len Kaminski would be among the others to dip their toes in the 2099 pool, and Warren Ellis made some of his first major contributions to American comics with a run on Doom 2099 that would revamp the entire line. It’s a testament to editor Joey Cavalieri that he was able to mesh these disparate voices into a comics symphony.

Speaking of the Ellis-helmed Doom 2099, it led to the kind of line-wide overhaul we see frequently today, but was not common practice in the mid-90’s. Ellis revealed Doom to conclusively be the original and then had him take over the United States, sending ramifications through every 2099 title—the whole imprints was renamed “2099 A.D.” standing for “2099 After Doom”—from the Punisher becoming his enforcer as leader of a reconstituted S.H.I.E.L.D. to the X-Men receiving their own West coast “Utopia” nearly two decades before it was trendy. Major characters like The Punisher, Ravage and The Hulk met their end when Doom got ousted from office and every title again underwent seismic changes (this is about the time I jumped off, as I was getting out of comics for a bit altogether).

Looking back, while Doom conquering America is the type of thing that would never fly in the Marvel Universe circa 1994 or so, it made for a great story 15 years later with Norman Osborn in a similar—albeit fairly different—position. I’m not saying Dark Reign was a retread of After Doom—beyond the surface similarities there’s far more different than the same, and the basic trope is a pretty well-worn one—but 2099 was in some ways Marvel’s testing ground of the early-to-mid 90’s; the place you could try stuff out and go wild with familiar but not identical toys, not totally unlike the Ultimate Universe of today.

2099 would only really have a four-year golden age, then two years of false restarts and final epilogues—after a tidal wave destroyed most of the world, Miguel O’Hara eventually found a frozen Captain America, restarted the Avengers, then became a figurehead who secretly had Thor’s hammer while the formerly dark corporate future became a paradise—but it left an indelible mark. Alternate reality storylines nearly always make a detour to 2099. Events by Robert Kirkman and Brian Reed have put new spins on the line. Miguel O’Hara frequently makes appearances in toy and video game form, including the upcoming Spider-Man: Edge of Time. And Jesse Thompson sent me this Jason Young cover of an old issue of Ravage 2099 that got me thinking about all this in the first place.

Despite a limited amount of time in the proverbial sun, 2099 made its mark and lingers as an influential and trendsetting imprint more than we likely even realize. There were also some darn good comics in the bunch that are probably not too hard to get your hands on.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

My wife the nurse

Nothing to say on comics, movies or even Subway today (soon though); instead, I'd like to write a quick blog on where I spent the morning, and that was watching my wife Megan graduate from the Accelerated Nursing program at William Paterson University.

A little over two years ago, Megan informed me she wanted to become a nurse. She already had a B.A. in Theater and was looking to potentially continue down that path in grad school when she decided instead to fork left. I admit that I was skeptical at first, as she hadn't even held a full-time job more than a few months yet at that point and now wanted to switch career paths, but she was adamant.

She proved any initial doubt I had in her or her resolve wrong in spades.

Through nine months of pre-requisite classes and then 15 more of lecture courses, simulation labs, and clinical time spent on hospital floors, not to mention countless nights, early mornings and weekends spent studying, writing papers and studying some more, she persevered and not only achieved success, but thrived. She not only received the pin representing her BSN this morning, she was also awarded for being at the top of her class in Clinical Excellent as selected by her professors (an honor she did not know she was getting prior to having it handed to her a few hours ago).

Words can't express the pride I feel for my wife and what she has done. I have never seen anybody work as hard and as tirelessly as she has over the past two years. It has been challenging, emotional, and sometimes seemingly impossible, but she overcame every obstacle and reached her goal. She dedicated her pin in part to the support I gave her, but I was just happy to be on her team. She is my hero.

Congratulations, Megan Morse--you're a nurse, sweetheart!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Ben's San Diego Comic-Con Photo Parade

In past years, myself and the other members of this blog have put together elaborate recollections of our wild times at San Diego Comic-Con telling daring tales of after hours shenanigans and inspirational stories of professionalism by day.

You may have noticed a dearth of such posts this year.

Now don't by any means take this lack of reporting to mean we have slowed down our crazy nights (I mean, no more so than usual given my scaled down approach to "partying"; I'm no Kiel Phegley) or that we're any less heroes of journalism (not that Kevin, Rickey or have ever been such, since we work for "The Man" and "The Other Man"; man, Kiel really is the best of us). While I can't speak for my fellows, I can say the reason for my lack of San Diego share-age was simply that the whole thing was kind of a blur.

Seriously, I had a lot of fun, but the whole five day affair felt like it got compressed into 48 hours or so. Much of that was because of the time spent getting Marvel Live up and running then maintaining it throughout the week, which somewhat threw my con into overdrive, but in general, it just felt like time flew. The good times were there in spades, but I wasn't able to stop and mentally catalog them as thoroughly as I may have in the past.

At this stage at the game I'm also past racing to every party or trying to score face time with every single person I haven't seen (though, again, I was never really that guy). Honestly, my fondest memories of San Diego aside from the crazy moments tend to be getting to have a nice dinner with the friends I don't get to see more than once or twice a year or even getting to steal ten minutes with Phil Jimenez or Jamal Igle in between Live segments. Younger men can have the Hyatt Bar (all yours, K-Smooth), I'm content to get grilled calamari at Tin Fish with my crew.

But as I said, my inherent lameness aside, I still happened upon some cool and memorable stuff out in San Diego, such as...

-Scouring the streets of the Gaslamp for a liquor store open past 10 pm with the Marvel.com video team and Harry Go then settling for CVS five minutes before it closed.

-Eating the most awesome Mexican food to ever make me fell really sick and then rallying the same night to debate the definition of a beach with Kiel and Laura Hudson on the deck of the Hilton.

-Bringing the guys from Impact Wrestling into the Marvel party around midnight and watching a hush fall over the room as it looked like I'd left and brought back a well-groomed biker gang; subsequently watching Christopher Daniels and Peter David try to out enthusiastically hand gesture each other in a spirited conversation while Eric Young struggle to figure out how to operate my free drinks bracelet (my only regret is turning down an invite for a Kurt Angle-hosted nightcap at the House of Blues, but I had to work the next day).

-Reversing that adventure by accompanying Todd and Dawn Nauck to their first ever live wrestling show hosted by Impact Wrestling at a local club (sadly we arrived too late for the matches, but still got to mooch off the free food and see the ring get taken down).

-And, of course, Megan's favorite story wherein at the brink of exhaustion (I had just asked my pal Jesse Falcon if I ever gave him the stick of gum I had given him 30 seconds earlier) I was way too enthusiastic to meet Mel Caylo's buddy Scott Porter (give me a break, I *just* finished Friday Night Lights).

But of course they say a picture tells a thousand words, so enough typing for me...

Here's myself and my capable co-hosts "Agent M" Ryan Penagos and Grace Randolph as we're preparing to kick off a day of Marvel Live. I'm pretty sure Hunter Lydon photographed this one, as he was always encouraging me to bust out Blue Steel. I haven't looked this boy band-ready in years. And check out those mint Avengers t-shirts that we were giving away exclusively at the show.

As you likely gleamed from above, San Diego has become, for me, in addition to a place to indulge my love of the comics medium, an event where I can celebrate my fandom for professional wrestling and where I've gotten to meet and get to know some really cool folks who work in that industry. This year was no exception as Mike Kingston's Headlocked booth provides a great hub for the SDCC wrestling contingent, and where I got to catch up with Ring of Honor producer Dave Lagana as well as Wrestling Revolution founder Jeff Katz, plus snap this pic with Eric Young after I defeated him for the Impact Wrestling Television title; it's long been a little dream of mine to pose with a championship belt, so thank you again, Eric, and you can have your rematch next time you're in Jersey.

At the conclusion of either Preview Night or the Thursday, we spotted a dude in Khal Drogo cosplay gear a few booths over from Marvel. Our new Social Media Director Janna O'Shea and I were particularly enthused and implored our intern, Ashley McCollum, to solicit the guy pretty out of nowhere to come take a picture with us; to her credit--or foolishness--she actually did it with minimal protest, forever earning a place in my heart as the girl who tapped the half naked guy with the scythe on the shoulder and said her bosses wanted a photo with him. As you can see here, Ryan and our boss John Cerilli also joined the fun.

I interviewed the Impact Wrestling guys on Friday to promote their live event Saturday and afterwards got this pic of what would be no doubt be a stable to be reckoned with: Eric Young, me, Christopher Daniels, Ryan Penagos and Kazarian. From what I understand, Beer Money are terrified we'll be taking their spots in Fortune.

I've met Stan Lee a couple times, have gotten my picture with him, interviewed him and even received kind wishes from him on my wedding day (Kiel had done a phoner with him on the way to the ceremony and recorded him saying congrats after letting him know where he was headed), but it's a thrill every time. Here, I was off to the side while Ryan and Grace interviewed Stan and witnessed two memorable moments: First was Stan saying he was parched the whole shoot and then totally swiping the half-consumed bottled water I had left on the table and second us urging him to take the stairs off the stage and him instead making a Spider-Man like leap three feet to the floor. Stan Lee is amazing (he still owes me a water).

We had another Impact Wrestling guest on Marvel Live later Friday, and it was none other than Rob Van Dam, who was super nice and extremely on the ball when it comes to comics (no surprise, he did used to own his own store). Had a great chat with RVD about his own efforts to self-publish a comic and his favorite character, Ghost Rider (he was a bit wary of a female GR, but I think I sold him). After we finished interview, Janna, who has never said word one about wrestling, grabbed me and said "Is that Rob Van Dam?! He's awesome!" hence the picture above.

After recovering from my Scott Porter debacle, I got back on the horse and dusted myself off to team with Grace and interview Clark Gregg, aka S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Phil Coulson from the Marvel movies. Judy Stephens (I'm pretty sure) got a nice action shot here (as "action" as comic book "journalism" gets) and I certainly look like I'm working hard. Truthfully, Clark made it easy, as he was friendly, easygoing, and crazy revved up for somebody who had been working the show and the crowd all day. To my credit, I think I got some insightful questions in, none of which I can remember. My favorite bit was definitely at the end when I said to the camera "Clark Gregg, everybody!" and he shot back with "Grace and Ben, everybody!" Good people.

A couple months ago, I noted that Chris Daniels was selling an old pair of wrestling tights on eBay and joked I needed them for Comic-Con. A gent noticed this, challenged me to back up my words and said he'd put my kids (who don't exist) through college if I followed through. Chris said he'd bring the tights. I thought he was joking. He was not. Thus I spent part of Saturday morning sporting Fallen Angel gear over my khakis and pitching my and Chris' mixed tag team to compete against duos that included midgets. Here, I'm poised to tact my erstwhile and unsuspecting partner.

Me on Saturday night with two of my dearest friends in comics, artist Todd Nauck and his lovely wife Dawn. I end up spending most of my after hours time at SDCC with them as they're genuinely fantastic people and we never stop laughing. When Todd's on the East coast for a show, Megan and I hang with him and have an excellent time as well. Amazingly, Megan and Dawn have never met, as neither has made the trip to the other side of the country in some time, but I can't wait until all four of us can finally get together. Todd and Dawn make me smile.

One last hurrah with my wrestling pals as I play the role of a thin, pale A.J. Styles with Daniels and Kazarian. As an aside, I thought I had grabbed two of the Defenders shirts we were giving out at the show--a small for Megan and medium for me--as I needed Marvel gear for every day I was on camera; Sunday morning I woke up, threw my shirt on and realized all I had was Megan's, and it did not look so hot on me. I did a last minute raid of the booth and found this kick ass Thor "Wing Man" shirt which I will now cherish.

As cool and unique way to end my Comic-Con experience, I got to, along with Grace, interview the entrants in the Ultimate Marvel Cake contests, the winning entry of which is shown above. I love cooking shows and am fascinated by how truly great food comes together and the art of it all, so interviewing these skilled pastry chefs was really neat, although having not had breakfast, the smell was like sweet torture.

Hey, looks like I had a pretty packed Comic-Con after all! Go me!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Rasslin' Ramblings: Booking WrestleMania XXVII Eight Months Out

Trying to predict the card for WrestleMania months in advance is generally a fool’s game. I tend to start putting one together mentally around Survivor Series and rarely do I get the bulk or even any of my picks right because a promotion with episodic television multiple times a week plus pay-per-view events (at least) once a month changes course abruptly and often; the days of the big four PPVs and syndicated TV where the big Mania matches were evident by Thanksgiving the year prior are long gone (though I still maintain Chris Jericho vs Shawn Michaels, World title vs career, should have been the main event of WrestleMania XXV, no matter how good that Undertaker-HBK match was).

But while my head knows everything I wrote is true, my heart keeps whispering “Maybe this year is different.”

WWE is on a sustained roll—i.e. of a few weeks rather than months—right now that is drawing some pretty positive reviews from even the most jaded Internet pundits. C.M. Punk is the hottest performer in the business, and whether he came back too soon from his “hiatus” or not, his feud with John Cena keeps my eyes on the TV every week. Christian as World champion is fresh and against all odds his issue with Randy Orton still has heat after over four months. Triple H as the “new Vince McMahon” has all sorts of possibilities (good and bad). The idea of Daniel Bryan in the main event of WrestleMania is intriguing. Faces old and new from Mark Henry to Rey Mysterio to Sheamus to Alex Riley to Cody Rhodes to Alberto Del Rio are all coming into their own nicely. There’s even interest in the Divas division! And of course The Rock still looms as we get closer to his Mania date with Cena.

This kind of momentum can’t help but make you start envisioning what could/should/you’d like to see on the biggest show of the year come April. Of course it’s something of a Catch-22, since if WWE really does their job, they’ll throw us something we never saw coming, but it’s always nice to prognosticate and of course hope there will be some long term logic as we round the corner into winter.

So while I’ve certainly got no idea what the full card of WrestleMania XVIII will look like in eight months, here’s my rough draft of what could be some nice headline matches. Dave Lagana—whose work you should follow at IWantWrestling and tell him I sent you—I’m not, but here goes…

JOHN CENA vs THE ROCK
So barring catastrophe, this is the one match we know is going down, and I would assume will close the show. The only question is how we get from here to there. One detail I’d make sure of: This match should not be for the WWE title. Indeed, John Cena not having the WWE title and Rock making certain of this fact is how I’d focus the next eight months. I don’t think there’s any way you can turn Rock heel going into this, as he’s going to get cheered by a large segment of the fan base even if he runs over an old lady, but you can take advantage of that and push the envelope as far as his actions. The central conceit of the feud is that Cena feels like Rock has abandoned WWE and its fans; Rock counters this by saying he has always cared, but he doesn’t need to earn approval the way he feels Cena is desperate to. Cena feeling like he needs to be WWE Champion to make the match matter and Rock basically saying he doesn’t care about the WWE title because he’s “been there, done that” and has nothing to prove furthers the feud in a logical way. If I have my way, the WWE title gets moved to Alberto Del Rio sooner rather than later—more on that below—and Cena pursues it off and on throughout the fall but gets stopped by The Rock. We know Rock is supposed to be at Survivor Series, so I’d do Cena-Del Rio one-on-one there and have “The Great One” cost his rival the title. Have him screw him out of winning the Royal Rumble too. Let Cena be the wronged party at Rock’s hands, but keep having Rock at the same time push that he doesn’t care about the WWE title and that’s why he’s doing this; you further the value clash of Cena the up and comer who still needs to prove something and requires championships as validation vs Rock the legend who does this because he wants to, not because he has to. Both guys should have their supporters going into the match—I maintain as I did when Rock first came back in February that Cena does not need to turn heel and has more than enough fans to make this work—and it kicks off an Attitude Era vs Today theme I’d keep going through the top of the card…

C.M. PUNK vs TRIPLE H
If Punk really is back full time, this match is the logical endpoint to his current storyline, and I hope they can hold off on it until WrestleMania. As with Rock-Cena, I don’t think you necessarily need either guy to do a full heel turn here as both work with shades of grey, but as Punk has the hot hand at the moment and since we know HHH relishes playing the villain, morphing the latter into Vince McMahon 2.0 isn’t the worst option, and again, if he still gets cheered by people, that’s really not a problem. I think the key here is to keep working the shoot angle of Punk being legitimately angry at what Triple H represents as far as how he got ahead in the company as well as his dissatisfaction with the establishment and “voice of the voiceless” routine. On the flip side, HHH should at least appear to keep his cool and remain professional on the surface, maintaining that Punk is good for business even if personally he can’t stand him, then when the time is right, flip the switch and go into full Cerebral Assassin mode. I’ve seen some impressive conspiracy theories making compelling cases for Triple H as the Raw General Manager or even the original mastermind behind Nexus, but honestly it can be as easy as he re-signed Punk because he felt like he could control the threat he represented if he had him under contract, but somewhere along the way he got frustrated both with his inability to rein the guy in as well as the personal pot shots and started to work against him behind the scenes. Again, I’d have Punk pursuing WWE Champion Alberto Del Rio and being thwarted by Triple H—overtly or not—and maybe also kill some time feuding with an anointed corporate champ like The Miz. Keep HHH out of the ring and in his COO role full time as long as possible then have a violent sledgehammer attack break months of suit-wearing calm and light the fuse for this match.

THE MIZ vs STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN
This one could be a long shot not only because of Austin’s ever-present health issues, but also because I’m not sure if it’s fair or even sensible to plug in Stone Cold as second fiddle to The Rock and possibly even third or fourth behind Triple H and/or The Undertaker. If Austin does have one more match in him—and Tough Enough as well as interviews seem to indicate he does—maybe it makes sense to hold it for WrestleMania XXIX, but do you take the risk that he’ll still want to go then? If Austin does elect to step in the ring in April, The Miz makes sense as an opponent all around: he’s already gotten in Stone Cold’s face during his last two guest appearances, he’s the most pure heel in WWE so he’s the best antagonist for a guy who is now way no how gonna get booed, he’s competent enough to both put on a good match and protect a guy with major injuries that have sidelined him for nearly a decade. It would be a neat special attraction and if any card should be loaded top to bottom, it’s WrestleMania, but again, Steve Austin’s first match in nine years and probably his farewell just doesn’t feel like it should be anything but the main event.

SHEAMUS vs THE UNDERTAKER
It’s very possible we’ll see the last stand of The Undertaker at WrestleMania XXVIII, given that he has not appeared since WrestleMania XXVII at this point, there haven’t been any indications he’ll make his seasonal return at SummerSlam (though I suppose we’ll know better in a week), and all reports indicate he’s so beat up he can manage one amazing match a year and that’s it. That puts tremendous pressure on WWE to find him a suitable opponent for the year The Streak could hit 20-0, not helped by the fact that he’s stolen the show three years running now with the back-to-back Shawn Michaels classics and then this past April against Triple H. The list of guys who would feel right here is not long; John Cena would be the ideal choice, but he’s booked; a Triple H rematch would work, but I prefer him in the Punk spot; Randy Orton doesn’t feel right; Miz would seem overmatched. Of all the options available, I feel like Sheamus is the guy who could get it done, and as he builds momentum as a babyface, I believe that actually enhances his cause. While I don’t think anybody would buy heel Sheamus being the guy who could dethrone The Undertaker, as a rising good guy, there’s that possibility the torch could be passed from one Phenom to the next generation (I’m not advocating Sheamus end The Streak as I’m in the Taker retires undefeated at WrestleMania camp, but you need at least a bit of intrigue). I also think the idea of Undertaker handpicking Sheamus as a guy worthy of facing him based on respect rather than a straight heel going for it makes for a better story. Sheamus has also become tremendously skilled in the ring and has a steep learning curve, so if he’s got time to work with Taker in advance, they may not touch the HBK or HHH matches, but they could come darn close (or even surprise us). Again, in a perfect world, as with Austin, Undertaker should go out as the main event with the best match possible, but time and the inevitability of Rock-Cena may make that impossible.

WWE Champion ALBERTO DEL RIO vs JOHN MORRISON
As a guy who has been watching this for awhile, one aspect of WrestleMania from my youth that I miss is the popular young babyface culminating the first part of their career—however long it took—by capturing their first WWE or World title at the big dance. I think we still remember Shawn Michaels or Steve Austin’s wins at XII and XIV because they were examples of this scenario playing out, but we haven’t seen a really great climb to the top culminate at WrestleMania since John Cena and Batista in 2005 at XXI—or technically Rey Mysterio a year later, but that felt somewhat unfortunately abrupt due to the Eddie Guerrero factor—mostly because the same guys keep winning the titles back ala Hulk Hogan in the 80’s and early 90’s. If he can keep his mouth shut between now and April, John Morrison is a prime example of the type of guy fans would go nuts to see win the WWE title for the first time at WrestleMania and who could be a legitimate star of tomorrow. I also think WWE’s got a great heel in Alberto Del Rio who if they get the title on him stat, he can ride out a reign from here until April that folks will be jonesing to see ended the way they did Randy Savage in 1989 or JBL in 2005. I’d have ADR cash in Money in the Bank next week at SummerSlam on either Cena or Punk—preferably Punk so you can reveal HHH was behind it down the line—then hold onto it in a multi-man match at Night of Champions, and then combos of Punk, Cena, Rey Mysterio and maybe Kofi Kingston through the fall and early winter. Let Morrison win either the Royal Rumble or at Elimination Chamber and send him into WrestleMania as the chosen one to finally get take down Del Rio.

World Champion WADE BARRETT vs RANDY ORTON vs DANIEL BRYAN
I dig the idea of Daniel Bryan holding onto his Money in the Bank briefcase through WrestleMania and cashing in there as it’s unlike anything that’s been done before and both his character and skills make him the perfect guy to build fan support for the storyline. At the same time, I don’t think there’s any way WWE gives Daniel Bryan a one-on-one World title match on the biggest show of the year when he’s not yet a proven commodity on that stage; I’m a fan of the guy, but I don’t fault that logic. The solution? Go the WrestleMania XX route and plug in one of your proven commodities to make it a Triple Threat and bank on the crowd still supporting the little guy. You accomplish this by having Randy Orton win either the Royal Rumble or an Elimination Chamber match and thus giving him equal right to a match with Bryan. The trickiest part for me here was figuring out the heel champion. It would be awesome if Christian could hold out another eight months, but I don’t see that happening. If I could clone Miz, I’d move one to SmackDown and have him get the title after Survivor Series as he adds the element of his past with Bryan; if Austin doesn’t come back, I’d say Miz is the optimal choice here. I thought about R-Truth, but as much as the guy entertains me, I don’t buy him as a WrestleMania-level heel World champion. Ditto for Mark Henry. Wade Barrett isn’t perfect, but he’s great on the mic and solid in the ring; I think he could pull it off. He’s also got the issue with Bryan and they could even up the ante by having their current feud culminate with a series of Barrett wins so he can claim one of his challengers can’t beat him. Orton doesn’t really need any sort of personal ties as he’s just the guy trying to win back his title. Sentimentality would book a Bryan win, but you could just as easily have Orton snatch a victory or Barrett sneak out with the title.

CHRISTIAN vs REY MYSTERIO
No real logic here aside from the fact that Rey seems to have settled into a WrestleMania role as the guy blowing off a personal feud not involving championships with a solid match, plus he and Christian have never had a one-on-one PPV encounter before, so giving them 15 minutes or so would be a nice treat for the fans and salute to two great veterans.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Paragraph Movie Reviews: Conan O'Brien Can't Stop

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

At first despite being very pumped to watch this, I wasn't sure I'd enjoy it, because it starts slow. I don't think Rodman Flender worked that hard at creating a compelling narrative or pacing the story, so as a result, the establishing of the situation and initial planning stages drone on and fall a bit flat. Fortunately, Conan O'Brien is a compelling and entertaining enough subject that ultimately the quality or lack thereof of the technical storytelling doesn't matter; you're drawn in by O'Brien himself, want to get to know him and his story, and he doesn't disappoint. As a result, Flender really just has to be competent at following O'Brien around with cameras and knowing how to cut a movie--he is proficient in both--and his subject handles the rest. Once O'Brien is out on the road performing and his testimonials begin to reveal more about his psyche, this becomes a very good piece. O'Brien is a fascinating individual, balanced between his love of performing for crowds and intense scrutiny over his work. It's hard to tell how much of his inability to stop (as alluded to in the title) and desire to interact with his public is fueled by work ethic and how much by a sort of addiction. While Flender certainly presents O'Brien in a flattering light that seems genuine, he doesn't lionize him to the point of not showing the more personal moments where he is frustrated by having to meet and greet all his back-up singer's family and friends, an act he seemed completely enthused by in the previous scene. The footage of the actual shows is fun, but I didn't so much care for seeing how the sausage was made in this case; I was far more engaged by Conan himself, his relationships with the people around him--particularly with his young assistant, as they had a natural comic chemistry and she was tremendously endearing--and the rewards as well as the toll this experience handed him. While the stuff with Jack McBrayer is hilarious, the shots of Conan exhausted and alone following a performance are what will stick with me.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Underrated/Overlooked: 1602: Fantastick Four

Neil Gaiman’s 1602 and the sequels it spawned are stories that involve incredible occurrences and unearthly shows of power taking place in a time ill-equipped to explain them as anything other than witchcraft, but when you got down to it, they were really about seeing which enduring Marvel figures could swim rather than sink on the strength of character alone.

1602 focuses on the Marvel pantheon of the Silver Age, a group whose collective origins generally came from atomic experimentation gone awry and other radioactive catastrophes we’d probably dismiss as hokey were they used as start points today, but at the time both fit into the tropes of popular science fiction and reacted to the general populace’s fears when it came to nuclear Armageddon and the like. In 1963, getting bit by an irradiated spider or caught in a gamma blast played on real world anxiety while also fitting into a fictional tapestry that somehow projected reason into the most unlikely of places.

Take those same origins and try to apply them in 2003 to a 17th century setting and you start to strain. However—and this is my take, as there is no deeper evidence so far as I know—Gaiman wasn’t trying to validate the timelessness of Marvel origins, but rather that that personas created alongside the super powers could stand any test even when relocated across the decades one way and centuries the other.

My prime example would be that Daredevil’s genesis does not travel well into the world of 1602—rather than being blinded by radioactive isotopes, he touches strange green goop in a cave to get his super senses—but the swashbuckling spirit of the character tempered by tragedy and laughing in the face of danger made the sightless Irish troubadour Matt Murdock maybe my favorite character in the series.

While Gaiman only just got to the Fantastic Four in his first story, Peter David would dig in three years later with Marvel 1602: Fantastick Four and show the First Family to be perhaps the most adaptable of all the Marvels.

The Fantastic Four are one of the best examples of character over powers in comic book history. By the time the FF was born in 1961, their abilities—super strength, flame, invisibility, stretching—had all been done and even their explorers of the fantastic deal had been done to an extent by the Challengers of the Unknown, but the personalities and rapport Stan and Jack bestowed upon Reed, Sue, Johnny and Ben was the heart of what made them great, helped revolutionize comics and propelled their adventures to dizzying heights of awesome.

In Fantastick Four, David zigs where Gaiman zagged as far as exaggerating the bold and heroic qualities of 1602 over the dour skullduggery of Nicholas Fury and his lot. Where 1602 was a period drama, FF is in many ways equal parts comedy and adventure, both of which PAD is expert in. Gaiman had the Four trapped in a dungeon for most of his series and foreshadowed their arrival on the scene to perfect effect; David has them out in the world and enjoying what it has to offer.

Each individual has their persona tweaked just enough to puff them up to fit the stage: Reed is even more oblivious to anything save discovery, Susan is reflectively more dogged in her pursuit of his attention, Johnny’s romantic nature bubbles over to recklessness and Ben’s propensity for drama takes him down a different and interesting path as a performer in the troupe of William Shakespeare—who figures prominently in this tale, by the way. In a time where bizarre and outrageous occurrences have sprung up like wildfire seemingly overnight, there’s no better way to explore the altered landscape than alongside the Fantastick Four.

And of course if ever a character was suited to take his rightful place in a 17th century pumped full of pomp and pageantry on the super level, it’s Doctor Doom. The not-so-good Doctor was handsome—that was even his nickname—throughout Gaiman’s 1602, taunting the captive quartet and cavorting with The Black Widow, but here he’s wearing the iron mask and speaking in all his third person glory. I’m always entertained by reading a good Doom-as-pompous-royal story regardless of the chronal backdrop, but in an age where kings and queens really did rule, David’s take shines the perfect storm of regality, arrogance, and absurd overconfidence.

I could talk about the characters all day—I haven’t even gotten to the clever weaving in of the Frightful Four (the Four Who Are Frightful) and their powers or why an even more detached than usual Namor (Numenor) fits the period nearly as well as Doom—but the story is a hoot as well.

Doom captures Ben’s buddy Shakespeare, so the Four take off in hot pursuit of the villain’s flying pirate ship in their own flying pirate ship. The Doctor has hired the Frightful Four to take him to the edge of the world and wants the Bard along to tell tale of his triumph. Johnny absconds with Doris Evans—yes, there’s a 1602 analogue of Dorrie Evans and she’s awesome—pulling her along on the journey against her will so she doesn’t marry Wyatt Wingfoot. I thought the ultimate destination was Attilan—and I daresay PAD makes a game of playing it that way—but it’s actually Atlantis—or what passes for 1602 Atlantis—where fights with sea monsters, palace intrigue and much more ensue.

Pascal Alixe’s art is as beautiful as it has ever been on this book. He’s a master of capturing facial expressions, portraying texture and setting scenes that need to be larger than life, such as the aforementioned flying pirate ship vs sea monster kerfuffle. I love his Thing and his Human Torch, but c’mon, those are the easy ones; that I love his Sandman and Medusa speaks more to how much work he puts in.

Again, I could go on, but I’d just spoil the whole book. I could mention the Shakespeare-Doris Evans dynamic; I could expound more on how the Four Who Are Frightful’s “powers” work and how Peter David really gets The Wizard; I could tease the Black Widow’s fate; I could mention that amidst the fun, the jokes and the wonder, there’s a genuinely heart-wrenching storyline for Johnny that winds up ending the story.

I could, but instead I’ll just say 1602: Fantastick Four is a wonderfully buoyant little tale with smart flourishes, dynamite art and the wit you’d expect from something written by Peter David.

I’ll also note that while I’ve observed 1602 to be an acquired taste—I’ve obviously acquired it—you should really not stop with just the original, as you’re missing out on truly underrated and overlooked work by Greg Pak, Jeff Parker and a host of brilliant artists.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Art Attack: Norm Rapmund's Nova

Between the five days of live streaming, live blogging, hanging with wrestlers, hanging with comics folks, interviewing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Joss Whedon, hosting cake baking competitions, finding a CVS open past 10 that sold beer, eating good food, eating bad food, wearing tights (pics to come...maybe) and finding a few seconds to give Kiel a hug, San Diego was a busy Comic-Con for me this year--so busy that I was extremely negligent when it came to getting Nova sketches, Golden Age sketches, Miss Martian sketches or, well, sketches of any kind.

Thank goodness for Norm Rapmund!

I was hanging with my main man Todd "T-Bone" Nauck at his booth before the show began on Preview Night and made the acquaintance of Mr. Rapmund. Todd met Norm back in the 90's when they both worked out of Rob Liefeld's Extreme Studios, but the man has been active for a couple decades now at Marvel, DC, Image and all points in between, working on just about every major character there is and inking folks from Dan Jurgens and Howard Porter to Ed McGuinness and Ian Churchill.

I knew I had met a kindred spirit when I inquired about a possible Nova sketch and got an enthusiastic "Nova? I love Nova!" in response. The follow-up "Wait...original costume, right?" sealed the deal for real.
It's always cool for me to see guys known primarily for inking cut loose with pencils, as they're generally skilled draftsmen in their own right and I enjoy seeing them strut their stuff. From this sketch, it's not hard to get why so many people are keen to work with him. He's got a great sense of proportion, a refined sense of anatomy and clearly knows how to work the classic super hero mold with some nice flourishes.

I'm very pleased with the slick, pretty Human Rocket I got from Mr. Rapmund and even more so with the short but extremely pleasant I got to have with this genuinely nice gent. I hope to hear more of the stories I know he's got in the future.

Thanks, Norm!