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Four Color Love Story

Go listen to Four Color Love Story by The Metasciences:

And you’ll keep my identity a secret,
and you will know the touch beneath my glove,
and I may go out every night
and risk my life for strangers,
but you’re the only girl I’ll ever love.

Gwen Stacy isn’t dead, she’s only sleeping,
and Elektra isn’t evil or insane.
Those bastards in the Pentagon
can’t really kill Sue Dibny,
no more than they could kill off Lois Lane.
And I swear to god there’ll be hell to pay
if anybody tries to take you away.

[ via Warren Ellis’ podcast ]

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Comics Roleplaying

Inspiration for Weirdness

Matt Rossi reminds me that it’s worth thinking big when planning a superhero campaign. This made me think of Jack Kirby, who did “big” better than anyone.
Jack Kirby coolness
And googling for Kirby I found the weird comic The Zone Continuum, which reminds me of the art of Guy Davis, particularly on the comic Nevermen.

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Comics

Perry Bible Fellowship and Swamp Thing

The Perry Bible Fellowship is a cool webcomic by . Don’t remember seeing all of them before. (link from some list of the greatest Internet moments.
The Perry Bible Fellowship

Also, completely unrelated as is my want, Mike Sterling’s Ten Favorite Scary Swamp Thing Moments [via LMG]. See also this follow-up, and The Least Scary Swamp Thing Moment.

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Comics long Science Fiction and Fantasy

Weirdworld

Updated to mention Alex Niño’s name. And emphasize it.
Weirdworld was a fantasy comic series created by prolific writer Doug Moench and fantasy/horror artist Mike Ploog, who apparently also created the look for the character Ghost Rider and was closely associated with the Marvel title Werewolf By Night. Plenty of other talented artists worked on it, including John Buscema, P. Craig Russel and Tom Palmer and especially Alex Niño, who elevated Ploog’s layouts to art.

Marvel Premiere 38

The Weirdworld stories were published in a variety of different publications, starting with a short story in a comic magazine called Marvel Super Action #1 (the cover featured the Punisher…), followed by a full-length story in the rotating-feature comic Marvel Premiere (issue 38, September 1977). This is where I first came across it. There was a 3-part story published in gorgeous full, air-brushed color across 3 issues of Marvel Super Special, and then bits published here and there, in Epic magazine and Marvel Fanfare. But I think the first story I encountered was unequaled, probably because the combination of art by Mike Ploog and Alex Niño.

Now, at the time I saw that first story, I didn’t know about Lord of the Rings, although I might have read The Hobbit. I did read Conan comics, so barbarian swordsmen and evil wizards were part of my 9-year old (!) vocabulary. But this was probably the most amazing fantasy story I ever saw. Tyndall of Klarn, a child-like elf swordsman, ventures into “The Heart of Darkness”, a patch of sunlit land surrounded by a circular realm of darkness. In the skeleton of a giant beached whale, he finds a huge egg, which hatches, and a beautiful elf girl emerges, quickly wrapping herself in a cobweb bikini. Both Tyndall and this girl (his instant love) don’t really know where they come from or what they really are, but they set off to find out.
Except they get snatched by these wonderful wax monsters, working for a Sea Hag-inspired old wizard (that’s the Sea Hag from Popeye). The wizard points out that Klarn is actually a ring-shaped island floating directly overhead (it’s what casts the shadows forming the lands of darkness), and sends Tyndall up there, rocketing into the air on a flying patch of sod, to slay a dragon.

This story fascinated my brothers and me. When I mentioned it to my brother, he told me that it probably isn’t as good as I remember. Well, I dug that issue up recently, and I think it is. The writing isn’t that great (my sister, who insisted on getting a look at it because she also had fond memories, complained that when she looked at it as a kid, before she could read, the dialogue she made up in her head was better. Reading the actual story, she complains the characters come across as really dumb). But the story, and particularly the art that Mike Ploog and awesome inker Alex Niño use to tell it, each panel echoing fantasy art classic compositions, from Frazetta to Disney, each shadow and sketchy horizon hiding new mysteries and secrets, is pure magic.

I should scan my poor, coverless copy, before it falls apart.

Weirdworld Super Special

Links: Mike Ploog Art, more Mike Ploog Art (good scans) and an interview with Mike Ploog. An article about Alex Niño and a page about him with more art and links. Some covers and links from here. Or maybe here, in French.

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Comics long

Elektra: Incarnations

I finally succumbed and, against my better judgement, rented the Elektra DVD.

An aside: I was sort of surprised that Windows Media player (and Realplayer) can’t play DVDs, even though it pretends it can and adds itself to the autoplay menu, gives you a menu option ot play them, etc. (I had to watch the DVD on my computer because my DVD player’s tray is stuck. Ugh. And to think I drove to a remote warehouse to buy a new remote for that piece of crap). Windows Media Player instead sends you to the web, where it gives you links to payware DVD plug-ins.

Luckily, Media Player Classic plays the DVD handily.

I have a lot of horrible things to say about the movie itself, but suffice to say that watching it is like engaging in a dysfunctional and abusive relationship. You feel dirty and wrong for ever wanting to get anything out of it. Luckily, the mind has a powerful ammnesic faucility, and after looking at the annoying deleted scenes and feeling my stomach churn at the thought of watching The Making Of…, I stumbled into the welcome shelter of Elektra: Incarnations, a documentary consisting of interviews with the comics artists who worked on the Elektra character. Within a few minutes, I was more excited and moved than I had been watching all the previous 97 minutes of the film. In fact, I forgot I had watched the film.

Amid all the cool Elektra comic art, you get interviews with Frank Miller, who created Elektra in his writing debut on Daredevil, saying that the character grew out of the question “Why shoud superheroes have normal girlfriends?”, and with Klaus Jansen, the inker who worked with Miller throughout his original Daredevil run, who showed his actual inks and Miller’s pencils (and sketched script, for the later issues, where Miller gave up the penciller role). There’s something very moving about the respect Jansen has for the work, and seeing him holding up the first pages of Daredevil #190, the final Miller/Jansen Daredevil and the issue that caps the Elektra story took me back to when I read that comic in high school.

Next is an interview with Bill Seinkewitz, who reinvented comics art twice, in the mainstream New Mutants and in the awesome Elektra: Assassin series he did with Miller. Seinkewitz looks like a Seinkewitz character, or like a more muscular Peter Weller. He looks back at the intense creative period when he was working on the miniseries, and his disappointment with the initial lack of response from the comics field.

Finally there are Brian Michael Bendis and Greg Rucka, who worked on Elektra when she was reincarnated as a corporate asset. They talk about the clash of respect (“This material has FRANK MILLER WAS HERE written all over it”) and greed (“you’re going to do it, aren’t you?”). Rucka mentions the intriguing idea he had of making Elektra a heroin user, in the tradition of Sherlock Holmes, and shows the censored Greg Land cover illustrating the idea: An image of Elektra sprawled on a chair before the window, her arm tied with her trademark red ribbon. As Rucka notes, once the syringe on the floor below her was censored out, “it looks like she’s getting an intimate suntan”.

Both Rucka and Bendis come across as nice, but unlike the earlier 3 interviewees, they were “servicing a trademark”, to use Warren Ellis’ term, rather than creating something cool and new.

So, not a total waste.