Adspace: This is Amazing.

I encountered this the other day in an old issue of Creepy, and I honestly don't know if I should feel bad for immediately thinking "sex mask": 

 

I mean, it clearly bears some resemblance to your standard issue gimp headgear, but the ad copy is so, so earnest.

Is this a case of  "Any kid who sees this ad is clearly going to want to star as a generic "Masked Avenger"! We're going to make a mint!" or some guy with a warehouse full of unsold sex toys and a gift for hyperbole?

I feel that this conundrum is echoed in the picture, in the form of that kid's exquisitely-styled hairdo vs. the bottomless depths of despair in his or her eyes. This is going to haunt me for days.

John Buys Comics, Gets Around to Reading Them For Once

Firstly, though, a step back. Last week brought two delightful new additions to the ever-expanding John Lair’s library and I wanted to hearken back to them.

First up, Xenozoic, collecting Mark Schulz’s Xenozoic Tales series, which I for one had only ever encountered under the Cadillacs and Dinosaurs moniker up ‘til now, and despite the fact that that is a pretty good description of the series (there are classic cars! Dinosaurs abound!) I like the feel of the original better. It’s less Saturday morning cartoon and more pulpy high adventure, which is also a good description of the series. This is one of the most purely enjoyable things that I’ve bought in a while – humans plus dinosaurs plus strange science is almost always a winning combination, as far as I’m concerned.

And of course Superman vs. Muhammad Ali also came out last week. What a book! I would venture that DC pulled off one of the greatest Superman stories of all time here, an especially impressive feat in light of the fact that this is a book with a celebrity guest star, something that is frequently fraught with peril, but Superman and Ali both work so well both together and in concert, and (and this is important) in the context of a plot that is more than a shoddy background painting for the guest to be showcased in front of. Anyway, about a million nerds have already spouted off about how wonderful this thing is – I don’t have to bore you with yet another paean to its greatness.

I will, however, bring up just how supremely confident the Superman in this book is. Enough of these constant crises of identity and journeys of self-discovery, Clark! Be this guy again, because he is much more entertaining than you have been for a while now.

MEANWHILE, BACK IN THIS WEEK:

The Sixth Gun just finished its initial story arc, which means that we’ll be seeing a trade soon, which is terrific. I’ve already mentioned a lot of the things that endear this book to me – the complex morality of the protagonist, the creativity involved in introducing supernatural elements to the Western setting, etc. – but here’s another: with this sixth issue, Bunn and Hurtt have taken the settings and plot elements that they had established thusfar and blown most of them up. There’s character continuity, sure, but virtually everything else is going to be all shiny and new. I very much look forward to the new twists and turns and gunfighters and dry-gulchers.

And speaking of supernatural craziness, Hellboy: Double Feature of Evil came out this week, with art by Richard Corben. It’s excellent, with one of the best twists on the old haunted house story that I’ve seen in a long time, but more importantly it’s a new Hellboy book that someone can pick up without being invested in the series already, which important for those like me who have a twisted need to get their friends hooked on excellent series but know the pain of scaring them away with an enormous stack of trade paperbacks “for context”. Two new Hellboy yarns, some creepy art and my personal guarantee that at least one mummy gets punched out, how can you resist that? YOU CANNOT.

Batman, Batman, Batman. There is a lot of Batman coming out right now and I just keep on buying it, and probably will until it stops being good (and possibly beyond that and into terrible, if the fact that I’m still buying Superman is any indication). Heck, why should I stop? I love the idea of DC having more international heroes, more Batmen of All Nations, as long as they all have distinct identities like Mr. Unknown and the Knight and so forth and aren’t just a series of guys named Batman (or possibly Bat-hombre, Bat-chap and Bat-homme). 

              

And here's where I get to the part where my title starts to become a lie. I did actually read most of What I Did, the new hardcover collection of stories by John-favourite Jason and his melancholy bird- and dog-men. I haven't even opened Brian Talbot's Grandeville: Mon Amour, though, partially because I'm incredibly confident that it's going to be amazing but mostly because I did a lot of my reading on the bus today and I feared that the sexy badger-lady on the cover might get me some unwanted attention from the sarcastic teens in the next seat over.

And that is that. Good night.

Wednesday Interview: Vordak the Incomprehensible

Recently, I was contacted by retired evil mastermind Vordak T. Incomprehensible in regard to the recent publication of his guide for youngsters: Vordak the Incomprehensible: How to Grow Up and Rule the World. Well, I say "contacted", but it was more like "kidnapped and forced to read a book at photon cannon-point". Still, despite the stress and the fact that I am a bit too old to benefit from the wisdom imparted by the book, I found it entertaining enough to ask Vordak for an interview. Well, I say "ask", but it was more like "plead embarrassingly while an enormous eunuch threatened me with a genetically-modified meerkat". Basically the same thing.

On to the interview!

Hail, mighty Vordak! Thank you for agreeing to this interview at an undisclosed location.

Blah, blah, blah. Next time at least disclose the location to ME—I’ve been wandering around here for hours!

Whoops, sorry about that. So, how is retirement suiting you - has the adjustment to civilian life been difficult? Are you still keeping up world domination as a hobby or have you moved on to other things?

Joining the ranks of ordinary humanity has been less appealing than I had anticipated, largely because ordinary humanity is so…ordinary. What I need to do is find a clump of extraordinary humanity, where I would fit in rather nicely. And no, I have managed to stay away from world domination the past few years. I now enjoy gardening.

I didn't see any sign of this in your book but I had to ask: did you ever employ gorillas in any of your plots? Gentle giant or not, those things seem to be natural tools of villainy.

I have found that gorillas are far too intelligent to serve as minions. I much prefer using zombies or members of Congress.

What would it take to put you back in action? Is there a potential target just too tempting to pass up if an opportunity were to arise?

I have to say I would still jump at the opportunity to dispose of Commander Virtue once and for all. But it would have to be a slam dunk—that leotard-laden lackwit’s repeated last-second escapes from my Diabolically Clever Yet Extremely Slow-Acting Death Traps have been a source of great frustration over the years.

Have you rewarded your art and writing slaves for completing the book? Are their services being retained for a possible sequel?

Slaves? Would slaves be kept locked in a dungeon and forced to do my bidding? Would slaves be fed one cold bowl of gruel a day? Would slaves receive nothing from me in terms of praise or gratitude for their service? OK, I see your point.

And yes, there will be a sequel and yes, they will be retained. I really don’t want to go through the hassle of finding an acceptable illustrator again.

I have a four year-old nephew, and I frequently get the impression that he might have world-conquering tendencies. Is he too young to start his career? Is preschool an appropriate place for such activities?

Preschool is an excellent venue for early Planetary Despot training. I can think of over 37 evil uses for a glue stick alone.

Hmm. If I do introduce my nephew to world domination as a potential career path, what is a reliable way to stay on his good side so that I don't end up ruthlessly enslaved? Will good Christmas presents be enough or should I put in some extra effort?

Well, you will have to prove yourself of some use to the little tyrant if you hope to ultimately hold a place in his Hierarchy of Evil. Early on, I would think wiping cupcake residue off his face and cueing up his Dora the Explorer DVDs would place you in good stead.

Finally, do you have any extra tips for those Vordak devotees shrewd enough to read all of your interviews? Something to give them a bit of a leg up on conquering over those less faithful?

What, for free? I believe I feel an Evil Laugh coming on MUAHAHAHAHA!! OK, I’ll tell you what. Here is an invaluably valuable chart of great value to help get you started on your evil costume design. Remember—you’re only as evil as you look!

Well, thank you again, oh Vordak, both for the interview and for leaving me undisintegrated. *scampers off*

Minor Villain Showcase: The Blaze

Today, coming to you from World's Finest No. 7, The Blaze!

 

High Point of Career:

As with many of the ne'er-do-wells in my Minor Villain Files, The Blaze only really had one shot at the big time and it's possible that he knew it, because the guy went all-out on his helmet in (I am guessing) an attempt to make himself memorable enough to be a recurring Green Arrow nemesis. And he should have been - look at that thing! That is not some sort of mist coming off of the top but rather a metallic flame licking up from his diabolical cranium. Together with the riveted sections up front, the faux-flame makes this the best new helmet that I've seen all year.

Mode of Defeat:

Ironically, it was the helmet that was the Blaze's undoing, and not due to some sort of accident involving a low doorway:

This illustrates what I feel to be the main reason that the Blaze has failed to return, cool look or no: sheer dumbness. Having spent ten pages fighting an expert archer who has already tried to shoot his helmet off once before, the Blaze neglects to outfit himself with a chin strap. Also, the orange jumpsuit loses all of its charm on a helmless man.

Low Point of Career:

The Blaze's plan is clever: set buildings on fire and then rob them in the confusion. However, the way that he sets the buildings on fire...

... that's real low.

So here's to the Blaze. A snappy dresser but a real jerk to birds.

 

The Unfunnies: The Other Shorty

Somehow, my four-day weekend has turned into the sort of social whirlwind that precludes actual comic-reading, so while I have purchased such highly-anticipated books as the Superman vs Muhammad Ali reissue and the Kill Shakespeare trade I as yet have no opinions to share on 'em.

But since part of the social insanity has been a houseguest and that houseguest is a dog and that dog is a Welsh Corgi, I think that it is time to introduce DC Comics' other character named Shorty:

 

This particular Shorty is part of a loose society of cartoon dogs from the early days of DC. Pretty standard stuff (the wiener dog doesn't realize how long he is! LOL!) but interesting in that the dogs that they feature are basically all criminals, concerned only with fighting and stealing. Kind of like real dogs, actually - thankfully, our dog-guest is too short to steal and too prudent to fight, so things are going smoothly.

- From Superman No. 3