Your Friendly Neighbourhood Comic Shop

Welcome to a new segment here at ye olde blogge, where I interview local comic store owners and dig into the deepest, darkest depths of their very souls. I recently had the pleasure of speaking with Jarett Charowsky, owner and operator of Comic Factory IV on Notre Dame Avenue, and he had much to say!

T: How did you get into the comic book business?
J: I started off as what is commonly referred to as a trade slave. I basically helped out around the store counting and sorting the weekly books and filling the bins in exchange for comics.


So, you've worked in the business from an early age?
Sort of. I took over the store I used to work in so it was the same store that just changed ownership. Same store and a lot of the same clientele that I grew up with.


And you just run the place yourself?
I have someone who helps me on Wednesdays and another guy for holidays, but mostly it's just me.


Is there anything you specialize in here at Comic Factory?
Mostly just new comics, tradebacks, back issues... some toys, some statues and busts, but I'm mainly just a comic book store that has toys as opposed to a toy store that has comics.

Have comics been a passion of yours since you were a kid?
Yeah, I've been reading comics since I can remember, starting off with Richie Rich and Hot Stuff and Archie and whatever was in stacks at my grandparents house, and whatever I could find, whether it was Heavy Metal magazine or old Westerns or Katy Keene or, uh... the Sunday funnies.


Do you have a favourite comic or hero?
My favourite comic is probably The Invaders, the WWII team, although the comic itself came out mostly in the 70s...


That's, like, Captain America...
Yeah, Captain America, the Human Torch -- the android one, not the Fantastic Four one -- Toro, his sidekick, Bucky, Namor, the Submariner...that was the main group, then they added, like, Union Jack and Whizzer and Miss America...


And why is that your favourite? 
Honestly, I have no idea, because I don't have an affinity toward WWII movies or anything, but it's something I remember reading in the stacks that I had and it was the first comic I tried to collect and fill the holes in and it's still one of my favourites.


What is your most prized possession here?
Um, well, most of my clientele have more of a "fill the hole" need as opposed to the more expensive, high-end stuff. [*looks around*] Oh, I actually don't have it anymore... I used to have an old copy of Uncle Scrooge that was worth maybe 150 bucks. Mostly it's just kind of lower-grade stuff for the people who want to read it as opposed to collect it.


What about, like, sentimental value?
I have a pretty beat up copy of The Avengers #4, which is the return of Captain America... while it's only maybe 50 bucks in the shape that it's in, for what it is and the fact that I have it, it's something that I really like.


Cool. 


After the interview, Jarett gave me his blessing to put up a little promotional material on the wall near the door:

And I will leave the last word with my friend Eamon, who frequents Comic Factory IV:

"There are many different comic/collectable stores in winnipeg. Each of them have their goods and bads. That being said, Comic Factory is where I choose to go and give my business to. The great deals, pleasent environment, central location and above all, the staff's willingness to help you find whatever it is your looking for to the best of their ability. I'd highly recommend to anyone whose just getting into comics or been a longtime fan."

Oh, Eamon... He talks like he's in a commercial all the time!

Shits and/or Giggles

I've been slowly catching up on my Mad Men and look what I found around the end of the second season:

Betty Draper, flipping through an issue of Metal Men, DC's somewhat-obscure metal-themed team of  superheros! And the title of the comic is somewhat similar to the title of the show! Mad Men! Metal Men! Hilarious!  


On a related note, I made this using a shot of Emma Frost AKA the White Queen from the old X-Men animated series:

It would have been appropriate to include in my review of the latest X-Men flick, but inspiration didn't strike until weeks later, when I was catching up on my animated X-Men. 


Anyway, happy Friday! 

Review #40: It Was Then That I Dropped You

A God Somewhere

Writer: John Arcudi

Artist: Peter Snejbjerg [gesundheit]

Published: Wildstorm, 2010

A common superhero origin story is that of the ordinary guy/gal given extraordinary abilities and their struggle with how to use these new-found powers. It can be summed up by the words of Spider-Man's wise, late uncle, Ben: “with great power, comes great responsibility.”

And sometimes there are those who choose to shirk that great responsibility, and abuse that great power. Thus, supervillains are born. But, like most things, it is not always so black and white; Magneto, a “villain”, wishes only to protect his people from what he considers a harsh and unjust world. A God Somewhere takes a look at that vast, gray expanse between “right” and “wrong”.

Meet the brothers Forster, Eric and Hugh. As teens, they valiantly rescue Sam, a new student at their high school, from getting beaten up. They become life-long friends. That friendship is slightly tested when Hugh marries a girl that Sam is also in love with. One night, an explosion of unknown origin rips though Eric's apartment building, but he is miraculously unharmed. He is also now in the possession of the ability to fly, as well as superhuman strength and telekinesis.

At first, Eric uses his powers to help others and is deemed a hero. He is instantly the focus of a huge media storm but starts to become more withdrawn and less concerned with the affairs of mortal men. His relationship with his brother grows strained and he eventually snaps, and begins slaughtering people just because he can. Soon enough, the full might of the U.S. military is brought down upon him in a battle royale worthy of Pay-Per-View.

There are some great moments, visually and in writing, like the line at the beginning, “eventually, maybe, you learn the cruelest lesson in life... you're just another character in somebody else's story”, or near the end, when Eric is walking casually through a scene of horrific carnage, bored look on his face as he rips the innards from yet another soldier with the wave of his hand. The cover itself is a send-up of the famous “footprints” poster [which I own!], and it makes for a striking image.

It is pretty of vague in terms of the source of Eric's power, but I didn't really mind too much. Eric is a fairly religious guy, so he naturally believes it's God's will, but the plot doesn't get mired down in the potentially huge and/or boring religious discussion. The story is more about what he does with said power than how he got it.

Overall it is good, but not perfect: The transition that Eric makes from “good super-Samaritan” to “mad god of destruction” is a little too abrupt. He goes from one touchy conversation with his brother to yelling at the President of the United States to crippling his brother and raping his brother's wife to psychotic killing spree? Seems a tad unbelievable to me. A recent film, Chronicle, takes on similar subject matter, and does a better job of showing a gradual descent [ascent?] into power-tripping that is more realistic.

Also, I'm not exactly clear what the message the author was trying to get across was, if any. The closest I can guess is that we, as limited beings, cannot hope to fathom the mental state of a supreme being, because we cannot conceive of what it is like to be limitless.

Anyway, this limited being is going to fire up a bag of popcorn and stream some Game of Thrones. What a good show!

Review #39: Movie Review #4: The Movie Without Fear... Or Y'Know...Any Sense

Daredevil

Writer: Mark Steven Johnson

Director: Mark Steven Johnson

Released: 2003








I finally got around to watching Daredevil last night, and let me tell you, it was a piece of crap. I was going to stick with my usual routine for movie reviews and wait a few more posts, but I decided to do this one while the vitriol is still fresh in my veins. Lord knows I've wanted to unleash my rage about the steaming pile that was X-Men Origins: Wolverine for awhile. This will have to sate me for now.

I only own one issue of Daredevil, and I don't even know where it is right now. So, needless to say, I am somewhat unqualified to judge how loyal this movie is to the comics. Instead, I will tell you why it was a failure as a film in general. 

pictured: not what I'm talking about

Anyway, quick plot summary: kid [Ben Affleck] gets blinded by chemicals but his other senses become superhuman. His dad is killed by a crime boss. He grows up and decides to fight crime as Daredevil –the man without fear! He meets ninja lady Elektra [Jennifer Garner] and falls in love. He fights bad guy Bullseye [Colin Ferril], whose shtick is his impeccable aim, and the Kingpin [Michael Clark Duncan] himself, his father's murderer.

So, we open with Daredevil collapsing onto the floor of a Catholic church in the middle of the night, having been wounded by an opponent. He is found by the priest [priests just hang out at the church all night, right?] [they can't molest boys at home! Too risky!] who removes his mask to discover that –gasp!– it's Matthew Murdock, a member of his congregation!

In his inner monologue, Matt describes his “life flashing before his eyes” as he lies dying. So that flashback is basically most of the film, until we reach Matt's fight with Elektra and Bullseye and are now back in the present. However, during the flashback, we are shown the priest advising Matt to give up his vigilantism. Now, maybe Mr. Priest had previous knowledge of Daredevil's secret identity, but THIS IS NEVER ESTABLISHED. A good film is not built upon the assumptions of the viewer.

Anyway, onward. Daredevil's whole shtick is that he is blind, but his other senses are heightened to superhuman ability, more than making up for his loss of sight. The only drawback is, his heightened sensitivity leads to him being vulnerable to things like really loud noise. The writer of this film has decided to only portray that drawback selectively, as one scene will have Daredevil acting completely normal as guns go off all around him and another will have him writhing in agony when someone strikes an organ's pipe near him. A good film is not built upon inconsistencies.

Also, Daredevil/Matt Murdock seems to have zero interest in maintaining his secret identity. Often in the movie, he will openly display his superhuman abilities for little-to-no reason. Now, this doesn't automatically give away his identity per se, but if you saw a BLIND MAN doing KUNG FU with some HOT GIRL in a playground, would you not be blown away? Wouldn't people start asking questions? Wouldn’t he eventually end up on Oprah [remember, this is 2003] or some shit? “Up next on Oprah: the amazing blind man who can jump on Oprah's couch!” This is why Clark Kent didn't go around crushing coal into diamonds all the goddam time. A good film uses common sense.

I see this shit, like, all the time in my 'hood

Michael Clark Duncan had great potential as Wilson Fisk AKA the Kingpin. His massive, imposing presence as well as his charm could have made him perfect, but the menace of this villain is undermined at every turn by the terrible script. A good film draws the best out of its cast.

The writing is bad. Just... bad. Here is a sample of the scintillating dialogue from the film:

Kingpin: How do you kill a man without fear?
Bullseye: By puttin' the fear [dramatic pause] in him!

Seriously, writer Mark Steven Johnson, you fucking suck. A good film has realistic dialogue.

I also had some major problems with the soundtrack. They seem really focused on featuring songs that would be “hip” with “the kids”. For instance, Kingpin's musical introduction is... Lapdance by N.E.R.D? What the what? The Kingpin isn't some kind of “gangsta”, he is more akin to a mafia boss. The man has class. A hip-hop song about strippers and politicians seems largely inappropriate. Give the man some goddam Vivaldi or something. The film doesn't seem to have it's audio/video priorities straight. A song comes on and whatever is happening on screen seems to be taken over by the music. The scene where Elektra is introduced becomes a shampoo commercial thanks to Moby or whatever happy electronica is in the background. Her father's funeral and the scene where she trains for revenge become overwrought music videos, thanks to the versatile talents of where-are-they-now Evanescence. A good film has a soundtrack that complements the film, not one that detracts from it.

not a dirty dawg

Finally, the scene that broke the camel's back and had me laughing/screaming: Journalist Ben Urich, a secondary character, manages to figure out Matt is Daredevil [I WONDER HOW] and writes an article revealing that fact. Upon completing said article on his personal computer, he stops and reconsiders what he is doing. Deciding not to expose Matt, he reaches over with one finger and presses “delete” once. The result of this one, split-second click is that we see his story being slowly erased, one letter at a time, as if he were holding down the backspace key. This leads me to believe that Ben Urich doesn't know how computers work and neither does the screenwriter. One quick push of the delete button does not cause that kind of action. Also, who the hell deletes a document that way? Why not do what normal people do and just delete the document as a whole? A good film knows how computer work.

CONFLICT!!!!1

I am choosing to ignore a lot of other things that didn't make any sense, in the interest of being brief and not terribly nitpicky. Maddox had a rant about this film but even he just skims the surface.

The goods: I liked Daredevil's costume. It's cool when his “echolocation vision” is shown. Um, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner are attractive people. It was only an hour and a half and doesn't drag, so it was over quickly! Huzzah!

Shits and/or Giggles

This is pretty loosely comic-related, but the last post got me thinking about it and I love it, so I thought I would toss it in here. It's humourous AND educational!


The Bayeux Tapestry was made in the '70s --1070s that is-- and depicts the Norman invasion of England under William the Conqueror. It is nearly SEVENTY METRES long, includes about fifty scenes, and was called "the first known British comic strip" by artist Bryan Talbot! 

On a Vessel..?

So, after just hanging around [LOLZ] for almost a thousand years, some guys on the interwebs began using it for inspiration to give the ol' 11th-century twist to various scenes from movies/tv, song lyrics, as well as other memes! 

GET IT???

The possibilities are endless!

Here be thy link to the main article and thus further reading: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/medieval-macros-bayeux-tapestry
And here be thy direct link to the archives of ye images:  http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/medieval-macros-bayeux-tapestry/photos 

This is one of the harder memes to recreate, but I managed to find these resources:

• "King Harold" font! 
• "DIY" Bayeux Tapestry Creator 

Alright, after some effort, here is a Bayeux Tapestry variation done by yours truly. It is inspired by a Monty Python sketch from their amazing film, The Meaning of Life. 

HUZZAH!

Also of interest, the Archaic Rap/Joseph Ducreux meme [another favourite of mine] : http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/joseph-ducreux-archaic-rap


'Til next time, keep fit and have meme.

Review #38: Saucey Chaucey

The Canterbury Tales

Writer: Geoffrey Chaucer [adapted by Seymour Chwast]

Artist: Seymour Chwast

Published: Bloomsbury, 2011

Prior to reading this, I was vaguely familiar with The Canterbury Tales. I only knew that it was some kind of olde timey literary classic. And I had seen this inexplicably hilarious Tom Green bit [click here and hilarity ensues].

Anyway, turns out The Canterbury Tales was written in the late 1300s [waoh!] by Geoffrey Chaucer, a veritable Renaissance man [on both levels!] who started off a servant and a soldier, but upon his death [thought to be the Black Death], was well-known as a writer and a poet.

pray, tell it once more

The Canterbury Tales, Chaucer's best-known piece of work, tells the story of thirty pilgrims on their way to Canterbury to get help from [the entombed] Saint Thomas regarding health issues. As they journey on their motorcycles [a change made by the adapter, I'm assuming, and not an amazing display of precognition by Chaucer], they tell tales to pass the time. Some of the stories draw from Greek mythology, some from Arthurian mythology, some from Biblical mythology, as well as historical figures. Some even feature talking animals; I had no idea the character of Chanticleer, the singing rooster, originated here!

Chaucer acts as narrator to the overall story, as well as one of the travelers, and provides amusing running commentary on the framed narratives being told.

Some of the tales have “moral” lessons, but some are devoid of any moral conclusion whatsoever, or feature a really weird, nonsensical version of “happily ever after”. I'm not sure how much of the confusing stuff is due to the source material or any changes made. Probably both.

There is clearly pro-christian propaganda at some points and some pretty anti-woman sentiment, which is somewhat telling of the times [Chaucer would've fit in perfectly with the Republican base! Bazinga! I'm on fire!].

But there are also anachronisms abound, which give the whole thing an air of silliness, and thus not something to be taken too seriously.

Many of the stories include bawdy details [friars coming out of the Devil's ass! Wow!] and there are a lot of fart jokes, like an olde timey Adam Sandler film might feature.

The art is certainly not of the highest quality [I could draw better than this] and you can really feel the two dimensions. At first, it threw me off, but I realized it was somewhat reminiscent of old woodcuts and tapestry pictures and thus probably intentional.

So, I started off thinking it was ugly and lame, but I ended up liking it. The goofy/self-aware vibe saves the absurdity of some of these tales from becoming annoying, and it is actually hilarious at times.

I will leave you with this:

Review #37: X-TREME NOSTALGIA!!!!11one

X-Men Adventures , Volume 1

Writer: Ralph Macchio [not THAT Ralph Macchio]

Artists: Andrew Wildman & Robert Campanella

Published: Marvel, 1993

My last review about the latest X-Men film got me thinking about X-Men and how they were pretty much my first love when it comes to comics. As a child, one of my first exposures to X-Men was the animated series of those wild, heady 90s. Super powers! Explosions! Bright colours! However, this cartoon was not entirely true to the original comics. The first few episodes gave a new generation of fans a different take on the X-Men's [y'know, seeing as how the team is half females anyway, I shall henceforth refer to them in a more gender-neutral fashion] first meeting with the Sentinels and arch-nemesis Magneto. “Fair enough!” you say.

So, somewhere along the line, I acquired a comic adaptation of those first episodes, which itself is also not entirely true to the source material. “Interesting!” you say. With all these changes with each new edition, this shit is beginning to look like the Bible... and it's just as believable! [ba-dum tsh]

Anyway, the ever-helpful Watcher gives us the introduction, basically making this another “What If” tale. And, as Mr. Watcher states, the differences in this world are fairly subtle. Jubilation “Jubilee” Lee, a mutant teenage girl, is apprehended by Sentinels [giant, mutant-hunting robots], and taken to their leaders, Gyrich [head of the new Mutant Affairs Department and all-around mutant-hating guy] and Trask [the scientist who developed the Sentinels]. Professor X notices that mutants registered with the MAD [ha! Didn't even realize that was the acronym til now!] have been disappearing and sends his X-Team to break into the HQ of the MAD to erase their files. Many shenanigans ensue. The X-People destroy the Sentinel factory and save Li'l Jubes, who is promptly invited to join the team, albeit as a junior member. Trask and Gyrich manage to escape, with some foreshadowing of their plans to build harder, better, faster, stronger robots.

you tell 'em, Cyclops!  

The next bit concerns Magneto and his plans for mutants to take their “proper” place as rulers of mankind. He attacks a missile silo, attempting to launch a bunch of nukes and trigger WWIII, and sends Sabertooth [who the X-Folk – save Wolverine – have not encountered at this point] to infiltrate the X-Mansion under the guise of a wounded mutant in need. The team stops the nukes, but they take in Sabertooth, ignoring Wolverine's protests [always ask yourself: what would Logan do?]. Next, Magneto attacks a chemical plant in order to distract the team so that Sabertooth can make his move, with only poor, naïve Jubilee to keep an eye on him! Oh no!

some truly 90s commentary courtesy of Jubilee

So, as stated above, there are some minor changes from the animated series. We have actual guns instead of lasers [a lot of cartoons use lasers, because... a flesh-burning weapon is less violent than a flesh-piercing weapon...?]. Also, innocent bystanders are clearly killed off by Magneto and we have blood, glorious blood which is largely absent from the cartoon [and the X-Movies, dammit]. It loses some of the goofiness that the cartoon possesses, which makes sense. It retains some of the clumsy dialogue of the cartoon, but we also get to know our characters a bit more thanks to longer exchanges and inner monologues. This is a strength of most non-screen versions.

The art is a little rough around the edges, with some weird angles and proportions here and a few colouring mistakes there. However, I did enjoy the fact that, although derived from a flashy cartoon, the art is rather subdued compared to a lot of stuff from the 90s that is super-over-the-top and EXTREME in the way that Doritos are extreme [Spawn, Ash, endless revamps of classic characters, etc.].

what is this I don't even

One problem is that they don't show any students! I guess it's for simplicity's sake, but Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters seems like it's populated by, what, nine people? Yeesh guys! Throw some background characters in there! The fact that the X-Mansion functions as a school and not simply any old superhero HQ is one of the things that has always set the X-Beings apart from teams like the Avengers or the Funtastic Four. They have their own society and are distinctly separate from the world which they defend. Mostly sad. But mostly noble.

Anyway, I liked this comic, but largely for nostalgic reasons, as it doesn't tie in to X-History as a whole and isn't particularly special enough to stand on its own. So, I would recommend it if you, like myself, were a big fan of the 90s animated series. I actually found ALL of the old episodes on Marvel.com during my research. ALL OF THEM. My next week is pretty much called for.  

Review #36: Movie Review #3: These X-Men Pass With Flying Colours!

X-Men: First Class
Writers: Ashley Edward Miller, Zack Stentz, Jane Goldman, Matthew Vaughn
Director: Matthew Vaughn
Released: 2011








Until I saw X-Men: First Class, I was under the impression that the first two X-Men films were likely as good as an onscreen adaptation of my beloved mutants could get. I was wrong. I sat there, dumbfounded, as scene after scene relentlessly tore down my preconception of what an X-Men movie could be and, in its place, built a towering citadel of hope. Thank sweet Jebus, because  X-Men III had left me pretty skeptical about the future.


Serving as a prequel to the original X-Men trilogy, the film takes place in 1962 and follows the exploits of two mutants: a young, newly Professor-ed Charles Xavier [James McAvoy] and a young, vengeful Erik Lehnsherr [Michael Fassbender]. Charles is seeking to foster good relations between the burgeoning mutant population and the general public, while Erik is seeking to kill the Nazis-in-hiding responsible for his parents' deaths. Their paths cross and they form a common goal with the CIA to stop the evil Hellfire Club, who are hoping to start WWIII in order to kill off most of the human population. Along the way, they find more mutants and form the X-Men.

friends who chess together, stay together

Whoever was in charge of casting made some great calls. The two leads are great, but Fassbender almost steals the show with the smoldering intensity he brings to Erik/Magneto. Kevin Bacon [KEVIN BACON!] is a close second, giving his Americanized version of Sebastian Shaw a menacing charm. The showdown between he and Erik is one of the best scenes in the film. Most of the supporting cast turn solid performances. Except for January Jones. Yes, she is blonde and attractive. Yes, she is in Mad Men, which also takes place in the 60s. Those seem to be the only qualifications that were considered. But she is not playing a housewife this time around; she is playing a supervillan, and she is just not believable as the cold and calculating Emma Frost.

cutest supervillain couple

I've noticed a trend in the X-Men movies: stuff as many different mutants into two hours as possible. This movie is guilty, but not terribly so. A few throwaway characters are present, but nothing like the gong-show that was X-Men III. In any case, the one that pissed me off most was Lenny Kravitz's daughter as some unimportant mutant who has bug wings and can spit fireballs. Who the hell is this chick? Why is she in this movie? Somebody owed Lenny a favour? She really serves no purpose and could have easily been left out. To a lesser extent, the evil-henchman-tornado-guy was also unneeded.

get outta here!

Anyway, might as well get the nitpicking out of the way:

• Emma is supposed to be near-indestructible in her diamond form, yet she gets cracked easily by Erik.
• Banshee and Moira are supposed to be Irish. Also, Moira isn't supposed to be a CIA agent. 
• Havoc is supposed to be Cyclops' younger brother , yet he is a young adult in the 60s.
• Charles' could've stopped Erik with his mind on at least one occasion when he was acting rashly and endangering their mission.

I'll just stop there, as most of my other ranting would have to do with the overall series' messing around with the story/timeline. On to the goods:

• Subtitles! I hate it when the producers assume that the audience is too lazy to read subtitles. Having the appropriate languages in the appropriate scenarios really lends a film legitimacy.
• The chemistry is great. There is a scene with Charles and Mystique [Jennifer Lawrence] which perfectly portrays a mostly-platonic guy-girl relationship. And Charles and EriK have what could have been one of history's raddest bromances, if not for the tragic end.
• There are two awesome cameos that really add to the fun of the film, the first being Hugh Jackman reprising his role as Wolverine for ten seconds. The second was subtle, but perfect: Mystique morphs into an older version of herself for a brief moment, played by Rebecca Romijn, who plays Mystique in the original X-Men trilogy. Gold!

I totally would

There is a real energy in this movie, which reminds me of the energized reboot of Star Trek we saw in 2009. I have noticed at times that film adaptations suffer from what I like to call “Lord of the Rings Syndrome”: basically, between scenes where exciting things happen, there are periods where the characters just kind of shuffle around, giving the pacing an uneven flow. The original X-Men trilogy suffered from this somewhat. The pace of the new one is balls to the walls. There's sort of a James Bond vibe with the whole 60s setting and the Cold War conflict shenanigans. I like how they gave it that historical context, and how the climax is intertwined with the Cuban Missile Crisis.


So, overall, the missteps are mostly comparable to those in X-Men I and II: small character/casting problems, a plot hole or two, but nothing so bad that it throws the whole film off. The lows aren't quite as low, and the heights are equal to, if not greater than, those of the others. I will have to watch the first two films again just to be sure [it's been a while], but I'm pretty sure this one takes the X-cake.

X-cake [obv.]

Review #35: I Accidentally Ripped This Comic and Now Owe the Library Money

The Maxx, Volume 1
Writer: Sam Kieth & Bill Messner-Loebs
Artist: Sam Kieth
Published: Wildstorm, 2003








While the previously-reviewed Orion was wacky in a pseudo-scientific kind of way, The Maxx is wacky in a wacky way.


The titular Maxx is a large, purple-spandexed fellow who fancies himself a superhero and lives with Julie, who is a sort of self-appointed social worker, trying to help out people that are down on their luck. Maxx gets in a scrap with Mr. Gone, a villain with mysterious motivations. Mr. Gone knows why Maxx and Julie are having weird dreams and seems to want to help. But he also seems to be a psycho. We also meet the young, troubled Sarah, who struggles with depression after her father's suicide. She gets caught up the weirdness that surrounds Maxx after Julie tries to help her out, as Sarah's mother is a friend of Julie's. In the last act, we get to see a mutant shark beat the living snot out of Maxx [who takes it rather well, by all accounts] for some reason and then disappear and things return to “normal”.

Our protagonist reminds me somewhat of loveable psycho, Marv of Sin City [I just realized I have yet to review any Sin City... I should get on that]: huge, muscly, violent and easily confused, but a tendency toward protecting the innocent. We never get to see the face of our self-declared superhero, however, as he is always wearing a goofy-looking mask.  


Speaking of easily confused, it is easy to get a bit disoriented about what is what. We go from dream to reality to dream, then both simultaneously. A lot of time is spent in a place called “The Outback”, which seems to exist in Julie's subconscious. It gets a little convoluted.

The layout of the panels gets pretty creative and interesting, and the art style changes based on what is happening in the story, like in the Seuss-esque dream sequence based on a fictional cartoon called “The Crappon Inna Hat”. It becomes more detailed and starts to look like a surreal painting when they introduce Julie's alter-ego, the Jungle Queen. It is also somewhat reminiscent of Spawn [they had the same publisher] at times, especially the way Mr. Gone's massive cape billows all over the damn place.

There are a lot of  funny, little, background details [post-it notes on Julie's wall read “throw out milk” and “buy milk”][and I saw a guy wearing a Butthole Surfers t-shirt!] to dazzle the eye. There's even a visual reference to Neil Gaiman’s Death! We also get a cameo by Savage Dragon [another publisher-mate] and a parody of Calvin and Hobbes in a boy named Henry, with his pet ocelot, Nietzsche.


With its endless references to other comics, music, television and brand names, The Maxx is a bit of a cross section of pop culture. Maxx keeps talking about Cheers and is deeply affected when he is told it's been canceled. It shows how deeply pop culture can become engrained in our lives, to the point that, like the characters' struggle with what is real and what is not, society has a hard time figuring out what actually matters.


I feel like I can't give it a full endorsement because the story [issues 1-6] raises more questions than it answers, but it is so entertaining, charming, and kinetic that I don't really mind so much. I would like to see where it goes from here.

Review #34: Milking the Golden Franchise Calf

Terminator Salvation Official Movie Prequel: Sand in the Gears
Writer: Dara Naraghi
Artist: Alan Robinson
Published: IDW Publishing, 2009








As I have mentioned in the past, the comic medium has become yet another head of the hydra that is THE FRANCHISE. Everyone and their dog has a comic book line. Star Wars, Star Trek, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, X-Files, Aliens, Predator, Aliens vs. Predator, and so on and so forth. So, it comes as no surprise that Terminator has been getting in on the action. And with the latest installment in that film series, comes this latest little suckerfish to attach itself to the pale belly of the beast.


Although the Terminator storyline is probably general pop culture knowledge, here is a quick summary: In the future, robots have begun taking over the world and one man, John Connor, is the key to leading humanity to victory. Multiple robot assassins are sent back in time to destroy him and thus any hope the resistance has in defeating the robot overlords.


The newest film, however, finally brought us completely into that terrible future, eschewing the usual time-traveling hijinks. This comic shows us around a bit, with resistance branches in both the States and Niger participating in a massive counter-offensive against the machines. In Detroit, Elena and William need Jackson's expertise in order to sneak into and sabotage a terminator factory. In Arlit, Bem, Yusuf and Lysette want to blow up a machine-operated uranium mine with a nuclear bomb. Both operations get shit on when the machines get wise to their hideouts and both teams end up having members sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Woo.

at least they didn't go for the cliché destroyed-Statue-of-Liberty shot

[I'm not going to bother with the preview of the film that they tacked onto the end of this, because that film was what I like to call “not good”, and, after flipping through it, the comic didn't seem much different. Also, side-note: the trailer for Terminator Salvation has to be one of the worst examples of a trailer giving away a major plot twist in modern film history.]


There is nothing compelling about this comic. The characters are forgettable, and mostly seem like roles that needed to be filled. “OK, we need some conflict on this team, so how about one is a black kid and one is a redneck. And for the conflict on the other team, one is an anti-colonial Syrian and one is French! Perfect.” We are supposed to care about them because they have each lost their families and everything important to them, but that's really the only reason the writer gives us, and frankly, it's not enough.


Also, they treat obvious advice from John Connor like it came from Sun Tzu or something:

exploit an enemy's weakness? that Connor is a genius!

Everyone seems to jizz their pants over John Connor. I've never understood why he is so important in this series. OK, so he leads the resistance... And nobody else is capable of leading? Why not? What exactly is so special about this guy? Is his midichlorian count off the charts? The writers are clearly trying to build up JC into some messiah-like – wait a sec...  John Connor... JC... Jesus Christ – OH MA GAWD!

I was gonna photoshop this, but it actually already existed!

The story arc is functional. The characters resolve their differences before the end. I had a hunch there might be a twist, but alas, no such luck. Elena didn't turn out to be a robot infiltrator. I guess that would have been too similar to the non-twist of the film itself.


The artwork doesn't really match the atmosphere, in my humble opinion. It should be a lot more dark/bleak/gritty, not so many bright colours and smooth lines. It looks sterile, motionless and emotionless.

*YAWN*

However, I liked the international aspect! Hollywood often walks a fine line in this department: they want to show diversity, so as to appear modern/enlightened/not racist or xenophobic, just as long as the main hero is American. In the off chance that the protagonist is not American, well, they damn well better be speaking English, because Joe Sixpack don't wanna read no faggy subtitles! Besides the hero-worship of JC, this story was pretty even-handed toward both the Arabic and American characters.


Anyway, that is pretty much the only pro in this unnecessary addition to the Terminator franchise.


For further reading into why the Terminator franchise has been getting dumber and dumber, the good folks at Cracked have my back:


Terminator Salvation minus the bullshit
Terminators are inefficient 
The whole thing just plain doesn't make sense


Here's to the futile hope that they don't make another sequel!