Saturday, February 16, 2008

Nostalgia Week: Brave and the Bold

Welcome to "Nostalgia Week". During the next week I'll be taking a look back at the issues that introduced me to various characters that are important to me.

Today, it's the comic that I credit with starting it all, The Brave And The Bold #178, from 1981. I was 4 at the time, so of course I can't be 100% certain, but I'm pretty sure this was my first comic. There's only two other possibilities, an old Spider-Man comic and an issue of 2000AD. Both are long gone though, so there's no way to check when they came out. All my childhood comics bit the dust during one of my mother's cleaning sprees. The only reason this one survived was that it was mixed up amongst my father's "Classics Illustrated" comic collection.

"Paperchase", written by Alan Brennert, art by Jim Aparo. Not a bad way to be introduced to comics. Batman of course is ingrained in society and I was already familiar with him. The Creeper was new to me, and my 4 year old brain read his name as "The Creepier", which I thought was a strange name, heh.

Things open up with Batman on the trail of a serial killer. The killer keeps leaving a calling card of a chain of paper dolls on each victim.

Meanwhile, over at a TV station, there's some critic letting lose about society's moral decline.

This leads us to the introduction of Jack Ryder, who's none too happy with the angle being taken.

Working in news broadcasting is a good place for inside info, and Jack gets a tip from a reporter of a new attack by the paper killer. Time to jump out a window I guess
Lucky for Jack, and my four year old mind, that he's really The Creeper, and not suicidal. He's not overly popular with the public though.

Seems that loon on the news has quite a following and has the locals looking to clean out the trash, or whoever they happen not to like. Jack decides to ignore them though, so it's on to the crime scene. Things take a bit of a twist for the heroes though. They're not fighting a man.

Awesome design on the villain. Seems he's not too fond of The Creeper either.

What would a paper monster be without the ability to control paper? Boring, is what.
Batman takes a pounding, but in a last ditch effort to save Jack from being crushed, tries setting the bad guy on fire. It works, but it only makes it run away.

Back to the Batcave for some detective work.

The Creeper amuses himself by jumping all over Batman's trophies- the big coin and giant joker card included. And annoying Batman.

The next night, it's stakeout time. It takes 5 hours (poor Batman), but they get results. Or rather, a fight.

Victory!

Or possibly not.

It then proceeds to knock our heroes senseless, leaving them for dead. Batman still has some tricks though (surprise!)

I always thought that bit was cool.

Armed with a sample, it's back to the Batcave. Bruce manages to trace the paper back to the supplier, finding out that their major buyer is that loony tv guy from earlier. They pay him a visit in his bed (ok, not quite how I mean it), but he denies any involvement. They leave, but Bats has a theory. Time to lay some bait.

Jack gets himself an anchor spot on the news, and lets loose with an attack against crazy-critic's views. Pretty soon, Jack is being chased by the paper monster, while Bruce grabs the suspect reporter to confront him with the truth.

Mid-fight explanation time!

So all the people Wetley was getting worked up, were in turn feeding him psychically. All this hate manifested itself in his subconcious ability to animate paper.

Cue meltdown, which in turn takes out the paper construct.


That whole psychic angle was lost on me as a child though. All I saw was an awesome paper villain fighting Batman and The Creepier[sic]. Good stuff.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Current obsession

It's been a week or so since I last posted. Not terribly unusual for this blog, as I am prone to periods where I lose motivation. This time I actually had a reason other than being lazy. I just discovered the world of anime. Specifically, Guyver.

I know, I'm behind the times. Life has taught me to avoid trends, which the fascination with Japanese pop culture has definately been. It's not that I've gone out of my way to avoid it, but life has been just fine without it, so I've had no incentive to check it out. And frankly I find all that schoolgirl cosplay carry-on a litte strange.

Anyway, Guyver. I discovered Guyver a few years ago, when I caught the tail end of the second live-action movie on cable. Terrible B-grade scifi, just the sort of thing I like. I could never remember what it was called though, so never looked in to it. Cue to about 3 weeks ago, when I stumble upon a dvd in the discount bin with an oddly familiar picture on the cover. Finally! So I buy it ($2.50!), and it's brilliantly terrible. I must know more about this character!

So I find out (thanks, internet) that it's a manga character, which has also been converted into anime. There's two shops around here with large manga selections, but no Guyver. However, I find a shop with 6 volumes of the cartoon on dvd. I know I just drove a dagger in to some people's hearts by calling anime 'cartoon', but so far in my limited exposure of the last two weeks, I see no difference.

So that's what I've been doing the last week- watching 23 episodes of Guyver. Of course, the final 3 episodes haven't been released here yet, so I'm left hanging...

As per usual with me, an interest can quickly become an obsession. Stopping by the local model shop for unrelated supplies, I breeze past the vinyl model kits. They stopped stocking them years ago, which is a little annoying, I used to love vinyl kits before I discovered wargaming. However, they've still got 6 or 7 kits that haven't sold, and you guessed it, one of them was Guyver.

It's since been undercoated. I had to wait until today to be able to buy some paints, all mine have dried up, which apparently happens when you don't use them for a couple of years. Ooops.

That's not all though. Heh, not by a long shot. I found this on eBay:

A life-size replica of the Guyver helmet. Awesome. I have no willpower, so guess what arrived in the mail yesterday...

Weeeeeeeeeeeeee.

It's going to be a major project. Never worked with resin before, but I know a fair bit about it, and I'm not overly looking foward to it. There's lots of cracks in the casting
Still, it should be really fun to paint, so the touching up is a necessary evil. If I knew who to contact, I'd happily pay someone to prepare it for me, but I don't like my chances of that.

I'm struggling to resist the pull of a 1/2 scale Guyver bust. Oh give me strength...

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Annoying Questions

Just a quick follow-up to yesterday's post; in the letters column of Firestorm #69, a fan asks this question:

The response?

I'm not sure if that's a brilliantly witty reply, or overly snarky.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

East Meets West, West Steals From East

It was obviously deliberate (atleast, I hope so!), but in Firestorm #69 they totally ripped off Guyver, with the introduction of a new villain, the Zuggernaut!

A strange artifact gets discovered beside a lake.

Just like Guyver.


It envelops it's host in tentacles.

Just like Guyver.


Apart from the teeth, Zuggernaut's armour plating is identical in it's layout.




Hey look, it shoots a beam from it's forehead. I wonder who else does that?

Oh, that's right.


Zuggernaut isn't the only one with a Mega-Smasher.
Those things look fake ;)


Plus he has elbow blades.

I bet those would be handy, eh Guyver?
Interestingly, Zuggernaut would look decidedly different in his next appearance a few issues later. Coincidence?

Monday, February 4, 2008

Rachelle needs cheering up, so here's some funny stuff. Well ok, mildly amusing...



Saturday, February 2, 2008

Ok, so what's worse?

That when I saw a promo pic for the new Wildcats, I immediately thought of porn star Aria Giovanni, or that the artist probably did it on purpose?

Friday, February 1, 2008

How Not To Treat Girls, Featuring Fat Cobra

Fat Cobra sees something he likes.

The old "yawn and stretch" move, a classic.

Just be careful who you try it on.

Someone trained to beat the crap out of people is generally not a good target.
Neither is someone equiped with hair pins.