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Monday, April 18, 2016

POBB April 13, 2016

Pick of the Brown Bag
April 13, 2016
by
Ray Tate

The Pick of the Brown Bag is a weekly review of comic books.  Here I review the best and the worst of the current yield.  This week my subjects consist of Batman/Superman, Black Canary, Catwoman, Doctor Who, Radioactive Spider-Gwen, Starfire and the third Wonder Woman 77 Special.  You can check out the tiny reviews on Twitter: #PickoftheBrownBag.


Four stories comprise the latest Wonder Woman 77 Special.  Two of the stories stand out.  Christos  and Ruth Gage draw Wonder Woman into the fight to stop the ivory trade.  

It's the perfect issue for Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor to address.   The butchery of elephants is a tragedy that Wonder Woman might have missed on her travels through history.  Steve's experience in criminal investigation certainly may grant him greater knowledge of the subject.  Being the good guy that he is, Steve developed a strong distaste for the crime, but he can only prevent the slaughter in a small way.


The story establishes Wonder Woman as individualistic and not bound by politics.  She may wear a uniform that reflects the United States, but she only sees its laws as suggestions.

The Gages' tale allows for numerous moments that could have arisen on the television series.  The strong female guest star.

The second strong female guest star.


The clever turnabout that allows Wonder Woman to go through her superhero routine.


One more thing makes the Gages' story superior.  The message is still pertinent.  The ivory trade exists.  

You may wonder whether or not the focus in the seventies was worth it.  It was.  Though the trade exists.  The world condemns it.  Ivory is sold but usually only on the black market.  Those that buy know not to flaunt it.  Those that sell in the open are idiots soon to be imprisoned.

The second best story of the special occurs at the anthology's conclusion.  Amanda Delbert pits Wonder Woman at saboteurs of the American/Panamanian alliance.  Tres seventies.  The real surprise however arises from the deep.


The budget for such a creature would have broken the television series, but in the comic book, Charybdis is a beautifully illustrated monster that Wonder Woman must tame, but not before Steve and Agent Diana Prince set themselves up as husband and wife undercover.


The terrific mini-spy subplot works as well as the Wonder Woman versus the behemoth part.  Delbert portrays Diana's guile, skill and sense of humor.

Successful but problematic in consideration of Wonder Woman television continuity Marc Andreyko opens the book of tales with an amusing Clayface invasion of Paradise Island.


The premise is that Wonder Woman is made of clay, but this doesn't make sense given the presence of Drusilla, Wonder Woman's sister.  


Two clay statutes given life? It's more logical to deduce that Wonder Woman's mother had experience with men, an experience that soured her on the practice despite producing two wonderful girls.

Going past this caveat, you get an entertaining short story that creates an intrinsically sensible comeuppance for the Batman villain, but Andreyko's contribution would work better in the modern or Bronze Age continuities.


The most disappointing tale is unfortunately Trina Robbins' short.  She starts out with another seventies cultural phenomenon.  This time with guest star Alex Cord.


But a revelation takes the story into science fiction territory.  I would have preferred the tale remain grounded.  Of course that may have been asking too much of the television series as well as Robbins.  Taken for what it is, Wonder Woman is still in excellent form.


A plethora of artists contribute their talents.  Richard Orban, Christian Duce, Dario Brizuela, Andrea Ponce, Cat Staggs, Staz Johnson and Wayne Faucher all never let you forget you're not just reading Wonder Woman, you're reading about the Lynda Carter Wonder Woman and the Lyle Waggoner Steve Trevor.  Colorists Romulo Fajardo, Kelly Fitzpatrick and Laura Martin keep the red, white, gold and blue shiny.  In other words, these tales are bright and optimistic.  So are Wonder Woman's hues.

Superman's been through hell lately, and leave it to one of the few books that actually thrives on continuity to notice.


The point of all this is that writer Peter J. Tomasi known for his nuttier take on Batman and Damien decides to zag with a strong exploration into Batman's and Superman's friendship.


At first Batman thinks that Superman came to him for help.  Then he offers it any way.  Alas, for the Man of Steel, there is no help.  He instead asks Batman for a favor.


That doesn't stop Batman from expressing himself about Superman's impending doom.


The hunt for Supergirl reestablishes her as Superman's "secret weapon" as well as intertwining Batman with her history.

Yes, it helps that Supergirl is a hit television series and DC finally noticed, but Tomasi's story would have worked regardless and probably would have ended up exactly the same way.  Oh, and there's some World's Finest action involving Zodiac monsters, but this is routine in comparison to Tomasi's meaningful Batman/Superman/Supergirl dynamic.

Roman Sionis began his villainous career at the beginning of the modern age.  Created by Doug Moench and Tom Mandrake, he has the dubious honor of being the strange boy next door to Bruce that was dropped on his head at birth.  No.  Seriously.  That's his origin.

When his parents died he made the infamous Black Mask out of the coffin, a bizarre homage to the Lone Ranger carving his guise out of his murdered brother's vest.  Once masked Sionis went on a giallo murder spree that involved suffocating his victims with masks sealed to their faces.  At the same time he gathered a gang of thugs he dubbed the False Face Gang.

After this debut, Sionis was largely forgotten until Ed Brubaker resurrected him as a wannabe gang boss in Catwoman.  He still used the mask motif, but Brubaker underplayed the ritualistic pattern of his kills.  

The new 52 reintroduced Black Mask as a cursed mask.  So now it's Frank Tieri's turn.  Happily it's a good one.


Tieri runs with the idea of a cursed mask, but he makes that mask Sionis specific.  Not only is Roman the lunatic behind his mask but also his father.


Tieri furthermore crafts s believable historical animosity between the Sinonises and Selina.  At the same time, he introduces a love interest/partner in crime for her younger self.

Given this history, Selina's current heist involves the theft of the mask not just for the lucre but also for the vengeance.  Selina however discovers that she's not the only one who wants the mask, and at this point, Tieri restores the ritual associated with the mask first introduced during the origin story.  Once again, Catwoman is the perfect amalgamation of elements from multiple comic book periods.  It also doesn't hurt one bit to have talented artists like Inaki Miranda, Elia Bonnet and Eve De La Cruz in your corner.  Even if the story weren't so impressive, the gorgeous illustration in Catwoman would be enough to recommend.


Previously, Dinah Drake became the lead singer of a band rechristened Black Canary, Dinah's former sobriquet.  As time passed a Big Bad/time travel puzzle emerged.  In a subplot, a white garbed Ninja began to appear.  This turned out to be Dinah's aunt.  Together they're fighting a Ninja Death Cult and trying to discover the rationale behind the disappearance of Dinah's mother.

This issue of Black Canary is a love letter to the friendship and partnership of Dinah and Batgirl.  Brendan Fletcher's tale furthermore cements the legacy of the hero Black Canary within the new 52.

The story begins with Batgirl admitting to Dinah that she's a fan, of the band and of their lead singer.  This perturbs Dinah and only adds to the amusement of the reader.


Batgirl's enthusiasm, wonderfully portrayed by Moritat, convinces Dinah that they need to go out and punch something.  That something happens to be a thief of vinyl.


After a funny moment of recognition, Fletcher calms the duo down and gets to the nitty-gritty of the team-up.  Fletcher brilliantly utilizes Babs' photographic memory.  She's done this before in Bronze Age comics.  Fletcher however is one of the few writers that understands the extent.  Batgirl can recall anything, no matter how long ago seen, even glimpsed.


Investigating this distant clue pulls Dinah and Babs to a music studio, where Dinah reveals more of her mother's history and learns more.


These bites should sound familiar to any Black Canary fan.  The difference lies in the time frame and the streamlining of the history.  Black Canary's mother was never a Black Canary.  She had an interesting life as a sensei, and had a hand in her husband's crime cases.  It wasn’t however a costumed life.  Dinah’s parents also thankfully appear to lack personal strife.  Too often did writers tamper with that relationship, Golden, Silver and modern.  Ninja Death Cult is a breath of fresh air by comparison.


As Dinah and Batgirl fight the Ninja Death Cult, their various tactics and camaraderie make for an enjoyable bout with expert team-up choreography.  Fletcher furthermore adds what I suspect is a joke and nod to Spider-Gwen.


As I suggested in prior reviews, Gwen and Babs share a lot in common.  Kudos also go to Lee Loughridge for giving Babs purple eyes.  Not blue, but a step up from green.


Spider-Gwen picks up from Spider-Women Alpha, you don't need to know that.  Like Batman/Superman the main plot is underwhelming when compared to the fun of the Spider-Women interaction.


Marooned on Spider-Gwen's earth, Jessica Drew and Cindy Moon alias Spider-Woman and Silk soak in all the goofiness and engage in the unexpected pleasure and hilarity of the Bodega Bandit.

Spider-Woman smears a lot of egg on Gwen's face, but she quickly finds a strong thread and encourages Gwen to follow that web.

The Mary Janes' return is so welcome.  Part of what made Spider-Gwen so memorable is her role as a drummer in the band.  The wait was worth it.

Spider-Woman on the other hand is trying to get home to her new baby.  So she attempts another line to travel.


The inspired conversation between the two is just filled with character, a depth of continuity and comic beats.  When the main plot interrupts its annoying but thankfully disposed of quickly.  Even the epilogue, a heart to heart between Jess and Captain Stacy, is outstanding.


A cryptic message leads the Doctor and his companions Rose and Jack Harkness to a planet that a reliable source claims to be invaded by the Daleks.  When they materialize the Doctor discovers something quite different.


The Doctor's greatest fan leads to a number of expected jokes from writer Cavan Scott, but as the story continues, Scott takes a sharp detour into wtf territory.  It turns out the Daleks are innocent and another of the Doctor's old foes make the skies deadly.  Even more surprising, the Doctor is already taking care of business.


What's going on?  Has the Doctor traveled to a future where he already established himself?  Has he in the future become marooned and desperation forced him to rebuild his old hovercraft?  Or has the TARDIS transported them to another universe?  Lois Lane is on the case.


The debut issue of the ongoing adventures of the Eccleston Doctor bristles with the manic energy and themes of Series One.  Scott's intriguing story leaves the reader breathless and thirsting for more after unleashing a shocking cliffhanger that just screams Doctor Who.


Starfire, Stella and Terra finally get that vacation in Terra's realm and ninety percent of it is about sex, but not in the human sense.

Writers Jimmy Palmiotti and Amanda Conner create an almost all-ages alien sex manual that's frequently funny and always charming.  The lion's share of credit however goes to artist Elsa Charttier, whose user friendly cartooning goes a long way in making Starfire so appealing.


This is not to say the writing is somehow less important than the artwork.  The free love personality of Starfire hasn't ever been captured with such honesty or glee, and her kindred spirit with Terra reflects the differing social mores in extraterrestrial societies.

In terms of plotting, Starfire is particularly ingenious in that nothing really happens in the book.  At least superhero wise.  The story begins with drinking and a disco, follows with a sneaking back home; Stella totally hammered and Starfire and Terra becoming involved in an alien liaison, that's nigh Republican friendly.  I'm sure there are still religious right fanatics that would object to the scene.  Next up comes a heart to heart as the ladies slumber together in a giant sized super comfy bed followed by a visit at a massage pool, where things get a tad too chatty.  Finally, everybody goes back to the surface.  Nothing actually happens, but the art and the personalities make everything interesting.




Tuesday, May 12, 2015

POBB: May 6, 2015

Pick of the Brown Bag
May 6, 2015
by
Ray Tate

Welcome to the Pick of the Brown Bag.  In this blog, I review the best and the worst of the weekly haul of comic books.   Criticism, comment and compliments are welcome.  This week I look at Angel and Faith, Avengers vs., Baltimore: the Cult of the Red King, John Carter Warlord of Mars, Rocket Girl, Scooby-Doo Team-Up, Spider-Gwen, Spider-Woman and the Wonder Woman ’77 Special.


Avengers vs.  is an anthology pitting mostly movie-characterized Avengers against well known Avengers foes including The Red Skull, Attuma, Frost Giants, MODOK and of course Loki.  These identity reveals are no spoilers since each short story is an adventure tale.  You're given no fair play clues to solve a mystery.  Each of the stories has something going for it, and the artwork is uniformly appealing.  So if you’re an Avengers fan, you’ll want to add this to your collection.

In “The Art of War” writer Joe Caramagna animates the statues of New York and forces the Avengers to fight the power of art.  The living behemoths turn out to be a ploy conducted by the Red Skull wielding some high tech/ magic mojo.  I like how Caramagna ties in the Nazi obsession with art, especially “decadent” art, and takes it to a comic book extreme.

In terms of writing, Iron Man is the most in character.  You can easily imagine Robert Downey Jr. speaking Caramagna’s lines.  

Black Widow would have sounded like Scarlett Johansson if not for her being drawn classically Widow, courtesy of Andrea DeVito and Laura Villari; it’s a psychological thing.  Captain America mirrors the comic book Cap; not Chris Evans.  There’s nothing wrong with that, but I like the Chris Evans Cap, and I’d like to see a book based on his portrayal of the star-spangled Avenger.  Hulk is really talky and that just seems off to me, but I do love this gag.


In the second of Caramagna stories, Wellington Alves, Anderson Silva and Carlos Lopez detail an action-filled battle against the Frost Giants.    


Loki is the standout in this story.  He adheres to his own agenda and doesn’t exhibit an ounce of honor.  He’s not emulating Tom Hiddleston, but it’s a fun presentation nevertheless.  I also like the underlying motif of Iron Man not believing in Asgardian magic.  I agree with him.  In the films Asgardian magic is actually advanced alien technology that follow’s Clarke’s Law.  That’s also what Jack Kirby and Stan Lee implied originally.  Thor and his brethren are really ancient aliens.  They just don’t act like it.


The Falcon acts really bizarre in this story.  I’ve always liked the Falcon.  When introduced in the comics, I thought finally somebody stronger than Bucky or the Rick Jones/Bucky to partner with Cap.  The Falcon was a black dude, skilled in the martial arts, which fit with what was happening in seventies pop culture.  In Winter Soldier, the movie version of Sam Wilson is that of a pararescue operative.  Where the hell does this “polysomnographic” stuff come from?  I understand that you want to make the black character smart, but that gobbledygook must go.  It makes you look as if you’re trying.

In the third tale, Attuma goes environmental…


…which is hilariously bad.   Attuma is the blue jackass that wants to conquer the world and kill Namor while doing it.  Plain and simple.  Forgiving this unnecessary update, Caramagna uses a character I never heard of.


I had to look up to see if her connections to the Norse were true to myth.  Just like Mr. Caramagna says.  If I learn something from a comic book, it automatically gets a pass.  Ron Lim's art here also looks better when he's trying to fit in with continuity proper.


Scooby-Doo Team-Up’s Dario Brizuela takes up illustration duties in the third tale which pits Iron Man and Falcon against MODOK and everybody’s favorite beekeepers AIM.  Loki also guest-stars.  This is a much better spotlight for the Falcon’s intelligence without needless technobabble, and Brizuela’s streamlined style makes for a perfect animated excursion.


Rocket Girl returns for an inauspicious sixth issue.  The usually frenetic teen cop gave up her Rocket Girl status at the end of the previous series, and now all she has are memories of a future that may never arrive.  This leaves Writer Brandon Montclare and Amy Reeder with a dilemma.  How can they present Rocket Girl without a rocket pack?  As you can see by this issue, the answer is that they cannot.



The plot, such as it is, involves Annie getting into a slap fight with a perfect stranger after an argument at a food stand.  She apparently believed Dayoung Johansson, the artist formerly known as Rocket Girl, will kick her nemesis' ass for her, but Dayoung stays out of it and reminisces about her first time on the force.


In that memory, Dayoung and her partner tackle semi-legal vice.  The episode provides the only enjoyment in Rocket Girl since Dayoung energetically back-knees the pimp in the nose.  Readers looking to feed off the amazing blast of energy from Rocket Girl need to pick up the first volume, and the faithful will hopefully need not wait long for Rocket Girl to return to her aerial acrobatics. 




Introduced in The Edge of the Spider-Verse, Spider-Gwen began in the middle with Gwen Stacy alias Spider-Woman being hunted by the police over the death of Peter Parker. 


J.J. Jonah Jameson further turned public opinion against Gwendy.  Before these pivots in her life, Spider-Gwen had already had some capers under her belt.  


Her new series created the idea that Gwen was at a crossroads.  Keep in mind.  This is a turning point in a series that doesn’t actually exist.   Gwen revealed her identity to her father Captain Stacy, and she gave up drumming for the Mary Janes, the band comprised of what-if Peter Parker Prime associates, girlfriends and wives.  Remarkable in itself.  

This issue returns Spider-Gwen to her never established status-quo.  Not counting a humorous encounter with graffiti taggers, it's a mostly introspective issue where Gwen decides to come clean to her neighbors Ben and May Parker only to find succor and renewal in May's words.



It's a dangerous issue of Spider-Gwen because the wrong timing or dialogue could have doomed the story to pretentiousness or tedium.  Instead it's quite beautiful, and writer Jason Latour and artists Robbie Rodriguez and Rico Renzi can take their well-deserved bows.  If anything, this issue of Spider-Gwen proves that it doesn't need to be packed to the webs with action or cute to be damn good.  


Spider-Woman took the place of classic Marvel villain the Porcupine in order to track down the creeps that forced the Porcupine to commit crimes.  They pressed him into service by threatening his ex-wife and daughter.  This interests Spider-Woman who like Batgirl is a natural detective.

A lot happens in Spider-Woman, but every bit of that something is a spoiler.  Suffice to say there’s more than meets the eye to the missing molls and the threats to the tykes, and there’s probably a level of complexity that most of the cast hadn’t counted upon.  So instead of dropping a picture of Amy Pond as pirate, I’ll leave you with yet another reason why you should be buying Spider-Woman.  The artwork.



In this scene, Javier Rodriguez, Alvaro Lopez and Muntsa Vicente in a nutshell demonstrate Spider-Woman’s powers and as well exemplify the casual tone of this book.  That’s just a taste.  Every panel is a feast.


The Wonder Woman Special is written by Marc Andreyko.  I’ll wait for that to sink in…


…Okay.  So, what’s a serious writer like Marc Andreyko doing on what should be a fluff piece associated with what most people think is a camp television series?  The answer is making this book worth purchasing.


Andreyko already had a crack at Wonder Woman in Manhunter. It was one of the few times Wonder Woman acted like Wonder Woman and sounded great, despite being stuck in the Dark Age of Crippled Batgirl.  

That’s how talented Marc Andreyko is.  He can take a largely unappealing pantheon weighted down by nauseating events and turn them into gold.  


Wonder Woman 77’s continuity is unblemished and essentially a blank slate for Andreyko to play with.  Andreyko doesn’t lighten his style or dampen his strong plotting.  Instead, he stays true to the time and the characters.  

The fact is that Steve Trevor and Diana Prince were light-hearted.  The events taken out of the context of Wonder Woman were not necessarily so.  It’s all in how you approach the subject matter.  There were all sorts of terrorist plots and nuclear threats in the updated show.  If these stories seemed less serious than those with similar plots on say Mission Impossible, it was because Steve and Diana had a happy-go-lucky attitude and abundant optimism.  Plus, they lived in a world that just might be saved by a tiara slinging Amazon Princess.

In the first story, Steve and Diana go to a disco in order to safeguard a defected Russian scientist.  That’s a perfectly reasonable 70s plot.  Strip away the disco, and alter the nationality of the scientist, and you’ve got a plot that can go anywhere, to any series.  


Little do Steve and Diana know that Wonder Woman villain Silver Swan is about to make her debut.  This is a theme with Andreyko’s stories for Wonder Woman 77.  He does what few writers have done, rely on Wonder Woman’s limited Rogue’s Gallery and imagines how they could plausibly make entrances on the television series.  Silver Swan as a disco darling is simply brilliant.

In the second story Andreyko chooses a more serious mind-bending plot that very easily could have made the television series as a season opener.  This is a strong bit of writing that pays tribute to The Prisoner, but again does so in a uniquely Wonder Woman way.  Andreyko remembers a terrible pilot that predated Lynda Carter’s unchallenged reign as Wonder Woman.  I remember that pilot as well.  It exemplified the horrors that Hollywood could bring down upon our beloved superheroes.  

Look! She's in a robe! There's a reason for that.


Andreyko’s writing gives Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor dignity.  His remembrance of things past should be incorporated in the latest Wonder Woman myths.  I’d like to see Wonder Woman do the spin, use the tiara more often.  Illustrated by a cadre of terrific artists—Drew Johnson, Matt Haley, Richard Ortiz and Jason Badower—Wonder Woman 77 is a gold mine of terrific Wonder Woman imagery and spitting image versions of Lynda Carter and Lyle Waggoner.  A must by for Wonder Woman fans, and needed specifically by fans of the Wonder Woman television series.


John Carter offers the final battle between Carter and his opposite number in an impressively choreographed sword duel by Robert Castro.   



Skullduggery ensues with Dejah Thoris, and it leads to an unexpected conclusion that curtails cliffhanger histrionics.  Good, solid writing by Ron Marz.  Excellent artwork.


Introducing the Baltimore drinking game...


Take one drink when nondescript characters show up.  

Take another if they're wearing brown.  

Take two drinks if any seem vaguely familiar.


Take one drink for every time a character mentions Lord Baltimore.   

Take two if that character is a woman.  Take another if they smoke a cigarette.

Six Drinks

An exercise in non build-up, the latest issue of Baltimore this time Cult of the Red King dulls the senses with a boring cast who mill about spouting plot points and past events in between namedropping Lord Baltimore every three or four seconds.

I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong.  We had sex because of Lord Baltimore.  
Four Drinks By the Way.

None of these brown clad people appear to have lives or thoughts of their own.  They all gravitate toward the previous lone wolf Lord Baltimore and think only of him and his ever-so heavy burden.  This is ridiculous.

The ennui occurs on a ship bound for who knows where but ends up crashing on what looked to be easily avoidable ice.  Fire the captain.  This unexciting wreck will force our companions in enervation to walk, thus making the proceedings even slower.  


Clearly meant to be an opening for new readers, the Cult of the Red King acts instead as a depressant more likely to tranquilize new readers into stupors.


Oh, now this is the stuff.  Angel and Faith on the surface is Koh, Angel and Faith teaming up to stop Illyria, a goddess who wears the body of Fred.  Both introduced in the television series.


Things don’t go well from very beginning, but there’s more at play than fisticuffs.  Writer Victor Gischler directs a supernatural personality conflict between Fred and Illyria that was never broached on the television series, and because of the characters, he makes the conflict about more than dominance and submission.



This is a battle of philosophy and an expression of Illyria’s pain at being the last of her kind.  You can see it in Will Conrad’s and Michelle Madsen’s artwork.  


Illyria is angry and hurt by surviving.  Fred is determined to survive, and Angel who allied with both is trying to find a common medium as he reconnects with Faith.  It’s such a good issue.


Scooby and the Gang team up with Johnny Quest and his team.  Although Bandit and Scooby might have issue over who belongs to who.



This team-up is about as amazing as you thought it would be.  Writer Sholly Fish takes advantage of every opportunity such a meeting would grant.  Johnny dopes out the secret behind the mummy.  A mummy seems the perfect foil for both teams.  Daphne compares herself to Race Bannon.  There’s added Johnny Quest menace behind the mask of the monster, and of course Hadji performs the only Indian Rope Trick that actually works.  Perfect.