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‘I’m The Internet…’

‘I’m The Internet…’I bring pornographic pictures… and the opinions of angry children!.
Via LinkMachineGo. Alan Moore tells this joke here.

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Jonah Hex trailer

Yesterday I fall on my face, today I see the Jonah Hex trailer. How appropriate.

via Chris Sims, who also has a (negative) review of the movie – an attempt at a dumber remake of Wild Wild West, he calls it. The trailer does look movie comic-bookish, which is not a good thing for Hex.

PS for Bo and I: Note how they totally ripped off Bandana’s move from like session 4 of Empire of Doors (undocumented, but involved horse-mounted heavy weapons).

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The Goddamn Phantom

Vered mentions Batman Begins and says how her problem with the movie is that it shows us “the strings that hold up the spaceship”, the view behind the curtain, as it were, or the inside of the paper dragon (to borrow William Gibson’s phrase): it shows us how an ordinary guy becomes the goddamn Batman.
It is a severe indictment against this movie that it made this otherwise intelligent woman fail to grasp the essential coolness inherent in the goddamn Superhero Origin Story. That moment, when an ordinary dude or dudette puts on the mask and transforms, becoming something larger than life. Any child that ever played in his or her parents’ closet can grasp this, yet Christian Bale blows it the moment he pokes his identity out from behind the cowl and silly voice to show off to Katie Holmes’ character. You can’t have it both ways: if you wear the costume, you are the costume.

the phantom of 1776 Which brings me to the Phantom. He’s a pretty popular comic character everywhere except the USA, where he was created in 1936 (predating the Batman, and Superman too). The Phantom is a costumed crimefighter based in the African jungle, sort of a cross between Batman and Tarzan. He wears purple tights (his creator, Lee Falk, insisted for many years that his costume is gray), he carries two pistols, you never see his eyes in his mask (which is a classic comic convention that doesn’t translate to any more realistic medium), his headquarters is a cave that looks like a skull, he’s got a dog, a horse a falcon, a girlfriend, a tribe of loyal pygmies and a punch that will mark his enemies with the imprint of his skull-ring. The real cool thing about him, though, is that he’s hundreds of years old, “The Ghost That Walks”, but he isn’t immortal: remember Bruce Wayne swearing to fight crime on his parents’ grave? So this shipwrecked sailor, he swore on the skull of the pirate that murdered his father to fight “piracy, greed, cruelty and injustice”, and to have his sons and his sons’ sons follow in his footsteps.

Which they have, for 21 generations.

I first ran across the Phantom in his Charlton comics’ run, and fell in love with him in the issues illustrated by Don Newton. Newton is a master of texture and shadow, even in this early, sometimes rushed work, and the stories he illustrated were a bunch of self-contained single issue pulp adventures, with the economic storytelling you don’t see much of these days. Newton drew the Phantom as a square-jawed shadowy hero, with the massive and graceful physique of a bodybuilder, pitted him against wonderfully expressive villains against lushly exotic or shadowly gothic backgrounds. This comic is obscure but loved enough that people have uploaded some complete stories: Here’s one about the Phantom hunting down an assassin called the Torch into the lair of an even more sinister villain, probably more fun to view as a slideshow on flickr, and here’s one featuring The Phantom of 1776, which is remarkable because it shows:

  1. The Phantom of 1776 is indistinguishable from the modern Phantom, except that he carries flintlock pistols instead of 45 automatics.
  2. Ben Franklin threatening the Phantom to get off America’s back over slavery. Better to take them out when they’re little, I say.


Sadly, I can’t find my favorite Phantom strip online, The Triumph of Evil, which is his origin story, as retold in the first of Don Newton’s comics. Basically, Nazis show up and beat up on the natives; the Phantom takes them on, and goes down. Everyone is sure he’s dead; even the locals, raised on the myth of the Ghost That Walks, are shaken that their protector has fallen. However, his son has been riding home, gets to the skull cave, puts on the tights and mask, and, in a dramatic flash of lightning, rises before his enemies: The Phantom Lives!
After his enemies are defeated, the new Phantom takes the skull-ring from his father’s hand and leaves the body in the hidden vault, where the bodies of their ancestors lie. That image, of the hero dying with his mask on, his body hidden by his trusted allies and buried anonymously, secretly; of the son stepping smoothly into his father’s role, donning the mask almost in mid-punch as it were, of a character who remains the same “person”, even though the man behind the mask changes, because those men have shaped their lives for the moment they will have to wear the mask, that is something that sends shivers down my spine and dust into my eyes. So, strange as it may seem, the reason I love the Phantom is that I saw the moment the puppeteers changed, the moment a new person stepped behind the curtain and became the Ghost That Walks.

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Horacio Lalia Comics Gallery

A gallery for an awesome Argentinian comics artist called Horatio Lalia, including adaptions of Lovecraft stories and strips he illustrated for Hellblazer and Judge Dredd: