comics


24
Nov 09

Darkseid Isn’t

The troops have rallied, and disquisitions on Darkseid – of the Jack Kirby flavour rather than the Keith Giffen – are rolling out of the blog factory. I’m uneasy, not least because I’m really exposing my comic geek side here, but also because my exposure to Darkseid was strictly post-Kirby. However it’s mainly because Darkseid seems to resist easy descriptions – which is probably just the way that Jack Kirby intended. Which is to say, Darkseid Isn’t.

Darkseid isn’t a superhero. Yeah, I know, pretty obvious – he’s a supervillain, right? Always trying to take over the world, the universe, whatever. That’s not what I mean, though – I’m talking about his aesthetic, not his morals. Look at the colourful clowns he goes up against on a regular basis, and then look at his duds. He’s as close to monochrome as the four-color medium can stand. This makes him almost unique in the big leagues, as far as I can tell – almost as if he doesn’t belong in a superhero comic at all.

Darkseid isn’t an action hero. I can’t help it if this seems obvious as well, but bear with me – my emphasis is on the action part, not the hero part. Darkseid is positively inert. His favoured pose is legs akimbo, hands clasped behind him, stomach in and shoulders back. (He’s something of an endomorph – well built but not exactly buff – so this helps to make his gut less visible.) He has an ideological opposition to taking action himself, almost seems resentful when forced into “action” – and even then he lets his Omega Effect do the walking, rather than doing any walking himself.

Darkseid isn’t a villain. The problem with most DC villains is that they know that they’re villains. They don’t have many illusions about what they’re doing – they’re wrong ‘uns. The apotheosis of this is the Flash’s Rogues Gallery, where not only are the bad guys aware that they’re bad guys, they actually club together for… I don’t know why, union representation? Darkseid doesn’t fall into this category. He clearly doesn’t see himself as an evil-doer – in fact it’s questionable whether he sees the concept of evil at all, although given his track record he must have Mitchell and Webb moments of self-doubt.

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Darkseid isn’t a hero. Too obvious. Although Darkseid doesn’t think of himself as a villain, he isn’t the other extreme of supervillainy – the guy who thinks what he’s doing is right, either for himself (Lex Luthor?) or for the world (Superboy-Prime?). Darkseid doesn’t think of himself at all in that sense, which might be the source of his pathology: he seeks to turn the whole world into a reflection of himself so he can get a good view of himself for the first time.

Darkseid isn’t an anti-hero. He isn’t a hero tragically hobbled by his own flaws, or a guy who does the right thing for the wrong reasons, or the wrong thing for the right reasons. He achieves what he achieves because he’s a force of nature rather than because he has force of personality. He has no personality to speak of; that’s why he surrounds himself with such outlandish creatures of pure imaginative force such as Granny Goodness, Vermin von Vundabar and Kalibak, whose personalities are so strong that even their names are infected by their madness.1

Darkseid is the Anti Hero. Everything that you want from a comics character, Darkseid isn’t it. That’s why Keith Giffen’s parody works so effectively – Darkseid serving MacDonalds is inherently funny not because it’s MacDonald’s but because Darkseid doesn’t *do* anything. Darkseid just is. The final appearance of Darkseid in Giffen’s Ambush Bug miniseries sums up Darkseid’s final fate – as a cardboard cut-out whose (in)action lends nothing to the plot but whose mere appearance lends it a sense of gravitas.

Oh, and a note to Plok: the header is the ferry between Kamenari and Lepetane, of course.

  1. This gives us a clue why Darkseid appeals to Grant Morrison – because Darkseid represents a complete lack of imagination, the one thing that Morrison can’t bear. []

22
Sep 09

Darkseid Is

Pillock throws down the gauntlet to some of the best comics bloggers IN THE WORLD to write the definitive essay on Jack Kirby‘s Darkseid. He should not have bothered, for the final word on Darkseid has already been provided long ago:

The last word on Darkseid

The last word on Darkseid

The horror. The horror. With fries.


27
Jan 09

What’s your power, Most Excellent Superbat?

Most Excellent Superbat

Casual racism aside, this was the only really fun moment in Final Crisis #6.


13
Dec 08

The comicbook in the marketplace

What are they reading in Prospect magazine? Why, comics:

Two recent American novels have spirited the topic of superheroes out of its usual quarters in comic books. In Superpowers by David J Schwartz, five college students attend a party and gain amazing abilities overnight, for reasons left wisely unexplained… More successfully, Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman alternates between two narrators, the evil genius Doctor Impossible and the aspiring superheroine cyborg Fatale… both a send-up of the superhero genre and a loving homage to it.

Instead of reading poorly-written1 novels about superheroes, why isn’t this person reading superheroes in their natural habitat – the comic book?2 One of the reasons – I would argue often the main reason – why the sort of person that reads Prospect magazine doesn’t read comics is simply the design of most comic books. For every comic that has a reasonably well-designed cover, you’ll find at least one that’s average and at least five that are downright embarrassing. Here’s a nice picture to break up the text, from the cover of All Star Superman 10:

To most people, books are a persona signal, an outward sign of the sort of person that they want to go Kevin has the answer:

This, of course, got me to thinking about how comics, particularly the ones coming from DC and Marvel, compare in design to what’s on the book market lately and what I would do to sell graphic novels and trade paperback collections alongside Twilight and whatever adventure Tom Clancy’s Op Center has found themselves on this time… I think a lot of the comic book design mentality revolves around a culture that already exists, particularly in the case of Marvel and DC’s superhero lines.

He then goes on to deliver some nifty designs that show that you can communicate what a comic is about using cover design. His tastes are the opposite of most comics – minimal and representative – but the point is that good design helps to sell books. For example, this cover for Daredevil is fantastic, the design matching the themes of the book perfectly.

I grew up reading the classic newsstand comic – cheap four-colour action wrapped in a garish cover – and never had a problem with it then, so why is it a problem now? It’s a problem because comics are trying to compete in a crowded marketplace, and they’re a visual form – so why on earth wouldn’t you market them visually? In a culture where superheroes are now a mainstay of the film industry, you don’t have to be embarrassed by the content any more – but you can still be embarrassed by the packaging.

Sinestro Corps War

Nuff said.

  1. The original quote says the first suffers from “poorly differentiated characters and an excess of narrative viewpoints”, while the second proves that the “inclusion of every comic-book trope in his world can be distracting and the plot twists are underwhelming” []
  2. Of course superheroes are now migrating from to a new natural habitat, the cinema, but that’s literally another story. []

2
Dec 08

Unacceptable conclusions about Batman R.I.P.

Batman R.I.P. has been making headlines, as DC Comics no doubt prayed it would. Mainstream comic sales dwindle yearly, and the only light at the end of the tunnel is the fact that film-making technology has now caught up with comic-making technology. No news is bad news as far as the big comics companies are concerned – Batman R.I.P. gets a few column inches (the BBC runs it, for god’s sake), DC shift a few more units and everybody gets to pretend that superheros are the thing.

It had its moments, but I’m not going to spread fairy dust on this mess that is Batman R.I.P. – Tucker Stone nails it completely when he says

… if the goal–and yes, this was the fucking goal make no mistake–was to do a Batman story that could stand alongside the hoary old classics, a story that could make good on the promise Grant showed for the character back when he said he wanted to bring back “the old Neal Adams hairy chested sex god Batman”… then hey, yes, no math requiredBatman RIP is a miserable failure, and it’s a miserable failure that actually sold out in stores in Wilmington fucking Delaware, because idiots read newspapers, and they thought this was going to be a big deal… Take a bow, squandered talent.  Make sure that you and your friend, lofty ambition, sign some autographs on the way out the door.  There’s a fucking line.

The problem is that the whole exercise is so transparent. Check out Mr Butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-his-mouth himself, writer Grant Morrison, quoted in the Times:

“It took me by surprise,” says Morrison, who writes the current series Batman RIP for American giant, DC Comics. “I thought a few people would sit up and take notice but 72 newspapers around the world picked up the story and suddenly there was all this excitement and nervousness.

That’s right, Grant. You didn’t have a clue that a plotline that claims to kill off Batman wouldn’t make headlines. Unlike the deaths of Superman and Captain America, both of which generated fairly hefty media interest, but neither of which helped to reverse the death spiral of the comics industry. Every single problem I have with the marketing of comics is summed up in the closing lines of that BBC article:

The storyline included clues which dated back to Batman comics from 40 years ago, [Morrison] added. Wayne may be dead, but publisher DC Comics shows no sign of bringing to an end the Batman franchise… It is not the first time a superhero has met an unfortunate end in the comic world. Last year, Captain America was killed after being shot by a sniper in New York.

Breaking it down:

  1. Literally nobody cares about clues dating back 40 years except comics bloggers, and even they’re not sure if they should care about them that much. Morrison’s writing is dense because it packs in so many allusions, but allusions only work if the readers can actually make the necessary connection. If they can’t, then they go away disappointed – and you’ve lost yet another reader to the Xbox.
  2. Everybody knows that the franchise isn’t going to end, and that means that everybody knows that the “death” of Batman is just sleight of hand, a cheap magic trick. The publisher is that man behind the curtain that you’re not supposed to pay attention to, because it’ll spoil the magic. But if the man behind the curtain is issuing press releases about the Death of Batman, then he’s not really behind the curtain any more – and any magic is pretty much screwed.
  3. Superheroes die all the time. Everybody knows this, at least since the Death of Superman storyline. However superheros never stay dead for very long, which everybody also knows – again, thanks to the Death of Superman (and wasn’t there a Superman film out last year?). So how are you every going to deliver on that promise you made to the public when you went to the newspapers – because, you know, there’s going to be another Batman film out in two years’ time?

If you treat the public with contempt – by promising them something that you won’t deliver, in a book that requires a fairly deep background knowledge to really appreciate, and in a really obvious way – they’re not going to thank you for it. They’re just going to ignore you even more than they were before, because they’ve got other things to do. In the long run, the comics industry doesn’t benefit from this kind of exercise – but if there’s one thing the comics industry appears to be good at, it’s repeating its mistakes over and over and over.

Batman and Robin

Quelle Surprise.


12
Oct 08

Home is run. No. More.

One definition of genius is somebody who pursues a singular artistic or scientific vision that is recognisably and uniquely their own, a vision that remains broadly the same throughout their creative lifetime and around which all their work is wrapped. Their work continually plays and replays variations on that vision, the themes it unlocks, always finding new ways to unfold them in different patterns.

Okay, I admit it, that’s a very personal definition of genius. But it works for me.

By my lights, Grant Morrison is a genius. Unfortunately he’s also writes comics, which means that his work doesn’t reach the large audience it merits. From his earliest work on Zoids through Animal Man and Doom Patrol (which were like a crash course in postmodernism to my young mind) to the philosophical gangbang of The Invisibles all the way through to the fever dream that was Seven Soldiers. Morrison has chased that vision. If you want to know what that vision is, then you’ll just have to read the books.

So where does We3 fit into this scheme? It was one of three series that Morrison wrote at around the same time – the other two being the radio rental SeaGuy and the not-quite-as-insane Vimanarama – presumably as a way of excising some of the toxic byproducts generated by working on mainstream comics. Pop comics, each series three issues long, packed with hook moments and throwaway ideas woven together with some fantastic art – and none more so than We3, where the man Frank Quitely handles the picturing. And if you know Frank Quitely, expect some serious handling.

The short version: We3 is Plague Dogs with heavy weapons. Yet while the action sequences are some of the most visually stunning work I’ve ever seen, the scene that made the most impact on me manages to sum up the entire series in a single line. After unsuccessfully trying to save a man – and despite having earlier killed several – Weapon 1 (the friendly dog) takes the initiative to bring all 3 of the weapons to safety.

“Home is run. No. More.” makes me well up inside. That’s right, you insensitive jerks, even a mountain man such as myself can cry at a comic. For anybody who’s ever been in trouble of the deep and enduring kind, this is the definition of home – the place where you can stop running, the sanctuary that will sustain you. At the same time, that home doesn’t really exist – and that trouble that you found? It’ll always find you, even if it has to follow you home.

So we watch the weapons trying to find a place where they can stop running, even though we know they’ll never find it. The tragedy is that while they’re smart, they’re not smart enough to realise that; the twist of the knife is that we recognise ourselves in them. The tragedy at the heart of We3 is not something amenable to persuasion.

In fact I am wrong, as I frequently am. It turns out that We3 (or at least two of them) will find a place where they will run no more. The last issue of the 3-part series scales up the action with a battle sequence with the monstrous Weapon 4, but bottles out right at the end. Morrison is strong on closure – think of The Filth, with it’s last line of “We have love” – but he isn’t usually afraid to make that closure painful for the reader. We3 gives us a Hollywood ending – perhaps designed for the inevitable bidding war over movie rights – but as a result my disappointment was palpable.

I’ve got no fundamental objection to Hollywood endings, but if you’re going to flirt with tragedy, eventually you have to consumate the relationship. Otherwise you’re selling everybody short: readers, characters, yourself. We all need to know that the flaws in our personalities hold, that we don’t live happily ever after, that the battle is more important than the victory (because the outcome of the battle is a foregone conclusion).

So We3 makes me cry twice – once for the truth of Run No More, and once for the lie that the ending tells us, a lie that lessens the truth.


30
Dec 07

Fanboy Blowout

I cannot conceal my forbidden passion for superhero comics. I don’t buy them any more, and I promise that the Flex Mentallo miniseries was the last comic that I’ll illegally download. Whenever I pass Forbidden Planet, though, I feel my inner fanboy struggling to emerge into the neon striplighting and greasy carpets.

Sometimes I try to pretend that I’m interested in comics because they’re a valid art form in themselves – which is true, but it’s also quite a transparent excuse. No, the truth is that I grew up reading superhero comics, and I like to read about people with energy blasts, magic hammers and adamantium claws beating the crap out of each other. The only time that people suspect this about me is when a film based on a superhero comic is released – I tend to get inordinately excited even when (and this is the giveaway) the film itself is clearly rancid nonsense.

However it’s more socially acceptable to like films about superheros than to read comics about superheros – which is a whole topic in itself, probably. So next year promises promises a bumper crop of movies about which I will get inordinately excited, allowing my inner fanboy to accost all and sundry while I explain exactly why I don’t think that Gwyneth Paltrow will make a good Pepper Potts (I know, that’s obscure, even for me). In reverse order:

3. Batman: The Dark Knight.

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I’m mixed on this one. The first film was great right up until the last 20 minutes, at which point it became clear that they’d introduced too many ingredients and didn’t know how to get the thing out of the oven. The second one will no doubt be tighter but, like Mr Shyminsky, I’m not convinced by this version of the Joker. So Batman is beaten out by…

2. Hellboy 2: The Golden Army

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The first Hellboy film was more fun than a barrel full of demon monkeys, but had the thankless task of introducing a backstory that’s so complicated that even Mike Mignola can’t remember half of it. The plus side is that this sequel won’t be bogged down by so much exposition. Guillermo del Toro is always an interesting director, and Ron Perlman was born to play the lead role in this film, cigar and all – yes, Ron Perlman was born smoking a cigar, fact fans!

However the actor in our #1 spot is as perfect for his role as it’s possible to be, so Hellboy takes silver while gold goes to…

1: Iron Man

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Two words: Robert Downey, Jr. Okay, three words. This will rock like Gibraltar.