"He Is Brave And Gentle And Wise..."

I don’t remember the old Astro Boy cartoon nearly as well as some of my friends do; like them, I first saw it when I was in elementary school, but all I’ve managed to retain is the super-lame theme song (“Strong-er than all the reeeest/This mighty ro-bot will pass the teeeest...” etc.), and the game at the end where Astro Boy summed up the plot but fibbed about an important detail to see if the viewers at home were paying attention. However, I know a lot of folks who swear by the show about the little boy ‘bot with the pointy hair, and who are devoted to the show’s emotionally wrenching storylines—like the one about the little girl robot who’s actually a bomb sent to destroy the show’s hero, but when she eventually falls in love with him, she runs off into the snow to explode alone. Thinking about it, that actually does sound kind of cool, but not as cool as the legendary two-parter The Greatest Robot On Earth, where an evil robot named Pluton begins tracking down and destroying the seven most advanced robots on the planet. When Astro Boy comes up in conversation, which is more often than you’d imagine, this is the storyline that is usually touted as his greatest adventure.


    Apparently, legendary manga creator Naoki Urasawa (Monster) thought so too, even if his memories of Astro Boy were formed more by Osamu Tezuka’s original Tetsuwan Atom comics. Urasawa, overseen by Tezuka’s son, has taken it upon himself to create a retelling of The Greatest Robot On Earth with his manga series Pluto. Originally published in Japan in 2003, Pluto is now being imported to North America by Viz in a seven (I think) volume series. The first two volumes are available now, with more being released bi-monthly. As specific an homage as this series is, you don’t need to be a manga fan or an Astro Boy fan to appreciate what Urasawa’s done here. Pluto will appeal to fans of thoughtful science fiction in the vein of Asimov or Blade Runner, and is an early candidate for my favourite new series of the year.
    Reformatting The Greatest Robot On Earth as a sort of police procedural thriller, Pluto follows a detective named Gesicht as he attempts to solve two possibly intertwined murder mysteries—the destruction of a series of highly advanced robots all over the world, and the gruesome slaying of various humans who are staunch advocates of human rights. The robots are all veterans of the 39th Central Asian War, and the human victims all belonged to a controversial survey group who were tasked with finding robotic weapons of mass destruction in a fictional country some years ago. Gesicht is aided by the Hannibal Lecter-like advice of Brau 1589, an incarcerated robot who is the only artificial being to ever murder a human (until now, possibly?), and a small robotic boy named Atom (he’s the one with the annoying theme song).


    Set in a future world where humans and robots co-exist more or less peacefully, Pluto asks questions about life and emotions, artificial or otherwise. The robot victims are long past the search for humanity or emotion—they are more concerned with finding meaning and beauty in the world after surviving a terrible war where they were forced to do battle with their own kind. The doomed robots make for an intriguing cast of protagonists. There’s Mont Blanc, the mascot of the Swiss Forestry Service who is beloved across the globe; North No. 2, a serene would-be musician whose cloak conceals an array of deadly weaponry; and Brando, a literal rock ‘em-sock ‘em robot who, when not fighting in title bouts against other robots, is a family man with five rambunctious kids.

    You’d have to be a robot yourself not to be caught up in the emotional component of Pluto. The global heartbreak and mourning that follows Mont Blanc’s destruction is weirdly affecting, as is Gesicht’s visit to the robotic widow of a police robot who is destroyed by a drug-addicted fugitive (and whose memory chip might provide a vital clue in the larger mystery). The centerpiece of the first volume is the three chapters devoted to North No. 2 and his new job as servant to a reclusive, sightless musical genius. The tumultuous relationship between the two is eventually healed as North No. 2 helps his master remember a song from his childhood that reveals a long-buried truth about his mother. The musician’s eventual acceptance of North No. 2 as a friend and collaborator makes the appearance of the mystery assailant pretty devastating, as do the scenes with Brando and his loving family.
    That’s not to say that Pluto is simply a sci-fi hanky fest, though. There are plenty of other elements in the first two volumes to hold one’s interest—the intricate mystery behind both the robot and human murders is plenty involving, and the action scenes (like Gesicht’s foot pursuit of the drug-addled suspect in Volume 1, or Brando’s furious brawl with the killer in Volume 2) are fast-paced and exciting, and the interrogation scenes with Brau 1589 are ominously creepy. Urasawa’s art balances detail, action, and emotion nicely, finding depths of feeling even in North No. 2’s ever-unchanging expression and the blank face of the robot widow. Part sci-fi whodunit, part modern recontextualization of a classic adventure, Pluto is an exciting and essential new series. Just pay close attention to the details—there may be an untrustworthy recap at the end.
 

Merry Marvel Marching Something Or Other: April 8th Comic Reviews

My fellow bloggers all seem to have skewed pretty DC-heavy this week, so I thought I’d pick up the Marvel slack…

DARK REIGN: HAWKEYE #1


Based on his first few issues of Thunderbolts, along with this first issue, Andy Diggle seems to be a good fit at Marvel. This five-issue miniseries, featuring Bullseye running around in hero-drag as Hawkeye at Norman Osborn’s bidding, does a good job of slyly questioning the point of the whole Dark Avengers deal; what exactly is the point of having hardcases like Venom and Moonstone and Bullseye masquerading as good guys, when their sadistic and sociopathic tendencies will inevitably bubble to the surface? The title character proves how woefully inadequate he is as playing the hero throughout the issue—first (during a team brawl with a giant robot) through his inability to consider the lives of innocent bystanders, and later (after foiling a mugging on the solo tip) when his  homicidal impulses can no longer be contained. Artist Tom Raney draws a wonderfully sleazy, smirking HawkBullseye, and Diggle drops a great last page cliffhanger on us, at right about the point where I was wondering if this needed to be anything more than a one-shot. I’m worried about the trend this book represents, where all the Dark Avengers cast are going to possibly end up with their own miniseries (The Sinister Spider-Man is already on the schedule)--and at $3.99 US a pop, it’s especially problematic—but this was a slick, trashy, gory pleasure. Diggle’s work here also bodes well for his now-confirmed takeover of Daredevil (lessening the heartbreak of Ed Brubaker’s departure).

MARVEL ZOMBIES 4: MIDNIGHT SONS #1


Marvel Zombies has turned into the comic-book equivalent of a horror movie franchise, with its nonstop parade of sequels every few months. However, the series, which has the undying tenacity of a true flesh-eating ghoul, defies the horror sequel rule of diminishing returns—it actually improves as it racks up numbers after its title. I wasn’t a fan of the first two MZ minis, set in a world where all of the Marvel heroes have been transformed into undead creeps; the covers were funny, but the joke got tired real quick. However, with the new creative team of Fred Van Lente and Kev Walker,..well, insert your own risen-from-the-dead gag here. Their previous outing, the third MZ series, saw the otherdimensional zombie heroes trying to invade the regular Marvel U, only to be (mostly) thwarted by parallel universe watchdogs A.R.M.O.R. and their robot operatives Machine Man and Jocasta. Zombies versus robots, that’s the kind of stuff the kids are into these days, right? Well, this new series kicks it up a notch, as the attempted invasion is on again—turns out an undersea race of fishmen (from an old Sub-Mariner comic, I believe) become the first wave of the a new zombie infection, but face opposition from a whole bunch of classic Marvel monsters like Morbius the Living Vampire, Werewolf By Night, sorceress Jennifer Kale, and Daimon Hellstrom, AKA Son of Satan. In horror movie terms, it’s a bit like Humanoids From The Deep versus The Monster Squad. There’s also an appearance by the original Marvel Zombie, Simon Garth himself, voodoo villain Black Talon, and a “Dark Reign” tie-in (another one? Sheesh), all of which helps justify the exorbitant $3.99 US price tag (seriously, Marvel, is every mini gonna cost this now?!?). Sadly, the boring Greg Land covers don’t have the, ahem, bite of the original Arthur Suydam covers, but at least with this latest MZ series, the covers are finally not the best thing about it.
 

Team Living Between Wednesdays is in effect!

Not actually without eyeballs.Welcome to the new site everyone!

As you may have noticed, over the past couple of years I have had less and less free time for updating the blog. This was making me sad, and I had to think of a way to fix it because I love yammering about comic books on the internet. Also, I had run out of room on my Blogger account.

The solution to the second problem was to buy my own domain, which I did. And the solution to the first problem took some thought. Then it occured to me: go back to the original dream!

When Living Between Wednesdays first started waaaaay back in 2006, the original concept was that it was going to be written by four ladies. It ended up pretty much just being me, which worked pretty well but I still sort of missed the camraderie.

Over my years of blogging and working in a comic shop, I came to realize something: guys read comics too! So why shouldn't they be a part of Team Living Between Wednesdays?

I have assembled what I believe is an astonishing, unbeatable team of comic book fans to help write this blog. A mighty foursome that will be able to provide witty, insightful commentary on our favourite storytelling medium on a daily basis!

Let's meet the team:

Not an actual astronaut.Johnathan Munroe has been writing the hilarious comic blog "Paul and John Review" since 2006. As you may notice, we have now blended our archived posts together here on this new site. I have known Johnathan since university and he is definitely one of the reasons why I read so many comics today. He took the initiative to lend me tons of trades that got me hooked on the larger story arcs being told in comics. Prior to that I was more of a one-shot kind of gal. Johnathan's areas of expertise include The Legion of Super-Heroes, Dark Horse comics, magic-based characters, and DC's silver age.

 

tiinadoneTiina Johns is one of my best buddies. She has worked at Strange Adventures comic shop in Halifax for several years, and got me a job there as well. She is also the bass player in The Stolen Minks, the band I recently departed because I wanted to focus on directing. She has been writing the "Comics are For Everybody" blog for Shameless Magazine for the past year, encouraging teenage girls to read comics. Tiina's name is spelled with two 'i's. Tiina's areas of expertise include Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Brian Wood, Catwoman, indie comics and GLBT/feminist themes in comics.

 

Actually pretty much looks like this.Dave Howlett is the manager of Stange Adventures and he knows more about comics than you do. Don't even front. Dave was writing an awesomely titled blog called "All This and Earth-2," which sadly didn't last very long. Thankfully, he has agreed to blog again here because he has a wealth of knowledge and witty remarks that have to be shared. Dave also knows more about movies than you do, especially horror movies. Oddly enough, he also probably knows more about the Wu-Tang Clan than you do (unless you are a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. No disrespectin' the Wu!). Dave is also a really awesome artist. You may remember his work on the Marvel variant covers post that I did a few months ago.  Dave's areas of expertise include Jack Kirby, Superman, Mike W. Barr Batman stories, and EVERYTHING.

Together we form TEAM LBW and we are coming down from the Northeast tip to bring you a comic blog so awesome and charming it will melt your cold, nerdy heart.

We write about comics because we love comics. So check your cynicism at the door (or leave it in the comments threads over at Newsarama).This is a happy place (unless something makes us angry, but we're Canadian so even when that happens we just accept it with gentle good humour. And apologize.).

Here's what you can expect from the new Living Between Wednesdays:

- daily updates
- weekly comic reviews posted every Thursday (for real!)
- at least one Super Hunk rating per month written by yours truly!
- theme weeks that all four of us participate in (I think another Bob Haney Week is way overdue)
- the return of the weekly feature Archie Sunday
- weekly interviews with real life comic book creators!

And that's just a start!

Welcome aboard! I hope you'll stick around as LBW embarks on an exciting new era! HUGE THANKS to Paul Pettipas and my graphic designer husband Matt Reid for making this site for me. It looks awesome.

Review of Medicine, by Johnathan

Just this past Tuesday, I went to the hospital and had two wisdom teeth removed. Several aspects of this process seemed worth mentioning:

Firstly, I was willfully paying several hundred dollars to a man so that he would remove some of my teeth. This seems strange to me now that I look back on it. On a related note, I said "Thanks" to the tiny radiologist once she had finished x-raying my mouth. This translates to "Thanks for bathing my head with radiation.", which is honestly something I never thought I'd say outside of certain types of RPG.

Secondly, my doctor (who did a fine job) was named Dr Goodday. Not strange in and of itself, but when I signed in I noticed that two of his colleagues were named Dr Precious and Dr Lovely. I have two main theories on this matter:

a) When I used to work at a call centre we heard of another call centre where you were allowed to make up a name to use instead of having to tell random strangers who you were. We were not allowed to do this, which is why Zoltan Hammertooth is not feared to this day among the wireless -clueless of the Deep South (this is a lie. A friend of mine and a man named Zoltan are currently simulating sex using a series of Facebook applications and roundly disturbing me, and so the name is naturally enough on my mind. I would have been known as Aristotle Conundrum)

b) The Oral/Maxiofacial surgery field has been infiltrated by the Fair Folk. Remember how I mentioned that the woman who blasted my skull with radiation was very small? It is just possible that she was a pixie. Also, Dr Goodday was very tall, which is not in and of itself telling, but it is possible that he had the hooves of a goat instead of feet, and we all know what that means.

The third interesting aspect of the whole experience came after I woke up two teeth lighter. Here's the situation: my girlfriend is out of town and has left me her keys. She lives directly across the street from the hospital. I have brought my friend Yeldarb along as per hospital instructions. Our plan is for him to escort me across the street and into the apartment, where I will spend some time recovering from the Wowie Gas that they gave me. The hospital folk will not hear of this and call me a cab. I feel compelled to apologise to the cabbie and tip him five dollars. He assures us that this is not the shortest distance he has ever been called upon to drive somebody.

Still, I appear to have done pretty well: no bleeding from the mouth, no blinding pain, no (shudder) "dry socket". As far as getting parts of your body removed, the whole thing was JOHN APPROVED.

Okay, By Johnathan

I've gotten all of the presents and now I just have to wrap them. There may in fact be enough time to do some holiday reviewing before I head into the Internet-free wilderness from whence I was spawned. If I don't, I'll have a Twelve Days of Christmas Special, just for you guys. 

The compliments of the season to all y'all!
- johnathan
December 24 edit: I totally squandered the evening and spent the morning recycling some Free Comic Book Day comics as wrapping paper. Twelve Days of Christmas Special it is!