Monday, July 30, 2012
More leftist art...
Your guess is as good as mine as to why these people and a giant gorilla are all raising their left arms. I think Batgirl is going to kick that erzatz Uncle Fester's ass (if she can ever untangle herself from that flowing mess of a cape), and Enid is confused as to how she got involved in this mess. Frazetta's happy monkey wants to play.
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
A smile is something special, but honestly, ribbons are readily available almost anywhere
Just re-reading Ghost World yesterday. The part where Enid regresses emotionally while listening to one of her childhood favorite songs is very touching. It's a very fatherly gesture for her dad to drag out her little turntable and put the single on her bed. Does anyone listen to 45s anymore? I had a stack when I was a kid, but most of them were outlaw country by guys like Waylon Jennings. I especially like the
panel when Enid wakes up in the morning still in her beanbag chair with her hair sticking up all over the place. I'm almost completely bald and look like some kind of effeminate mirror universe Ike Eisenhower, so of course I'm jealous even of someone's terrible morning hair.
Anyway, I'm doing a deep study of the way Daniel Clowes draws eyes and hands. You have your slender Alex Toth fingers with prominent fingernails, your dynamic yet claw-like Gil Kane hands that seem rippling with muscles, and then your Dan Clowes hands which are largely featureless. They're not perfunctory, though. They're typically well observed in whatever pose he chooses to place them.
Eyes vary. Weirdo comedian Joey McCobb-- is he for real, or is he simply a hack with an outsider gimmick?-- has wrinkly cartoonish eyes, kind of pointy and football shaped. Visually, he reminds me a little of Peter Lorre. Very little. Mostly just the eyes. Enid and Rebecca have more nuanced eyes, at least at the beginning of the story. Eyelids, lashes, little lines underneath to show the roundness. Eyes protude slightly. There's at least one panel later in the book where Enid's eyes are simply a curved arc above and below, but they're somewhat obscured by the drawing of her glasses frames.
I could be mistaken. I'm writing my impressions the next day, at work. It will be interesting for me to go home this evening and see if I really saw what I remember seeing, or if I'm just making things up in my head.
As an artist myself, I've never settled on a particular way to draw eyes. Sometimes I want to do sort of abstracted, simplified shapes with full outlines, but other times I go nuts with the detailing. I change frequently depending on who happens to be influencing me that day, or if I've seen someone new I want to rip off.
Jaime Hernandez has a simple yet convincing way of drawing eyes, the footballish upper and lower arcs, with rounded irises in the center. The top arc can be flattened and thickened, with a few strokes for lashes. Interestingly, in a fairly recent story arc, he chose to use the "injury to the eye" motif regarding Hopey, a character whose motivations I often think about. But prior to that, she spent the story "Election Day" (Penny Century #5, June 1999) hiding her eyes behind dark sunglasses, so much so one of the minor characters mentions thinking she's blind. At the end of the story she lifts the sunglasses while staring at herself in the mirror, revealing deep lines under them and some kind of enigmatic unhappiness. What's going on in that head of hers? Hernandez generally characterizes her as someone not given to introspection. The eyes are expressive, but they tell us nothing.
His art is slick and appealing, believable yet not exactly realistic. Steve Rude has a similar approach, but the character he's most associated with usually wears a visor. No eyes. When I picture a Rude face, I imagine narrowed eyes drawn as horizontal lines, squinting, the body straining, twisting and moving. Action eyes. Some of his aliens have big round insectoid eyes. Good for science fiction, not so much for earth-bound romance comics-- which is a genre I'm very interested in working in. I like to say "social realism," but if I'm really being honest with myself, I'm writing romance comics. They'll never see publication, but it's fun to churn out scripts full of emotional torture for my shabbily realized characters.
Alex Toth and Mort Meskin sometimes drew eyes as little slashes of black ink, or maybe a line up top and then a dab of ink below for the iris. Very simple and effective. Alex Toth is my primary influence for drawing eyes, but like Clowes, Hernandez and Rude, he employed different methods. His sketchbook pages, which are frequently just big piles of faces and heads, show all kinds of approaches. Some of them are extremely simple, just quick enclosed triangles and ovals.
Simply put, there's no one right way to draw eyes. Do what works best for you, what's appropriate for your characters. Above all, observe real emotions and learn to draw them. If you're good at acting on the page, more than likely you're rarely drawing eyes the same way twice anyway.
And work on those hands while you're at it.
panel when Enid wakes up in the morning still in her beanbag chair with her hair sticking up all over the place. I'm almost completely bald and look like some kind of effeminate mirror universe Ike Eisenhower, so of course I'm jealous even of someone's terrible morning hair.
Anyway, I'm doing a deep study of the way Daniel Clowes draws eyes and hands. You have your slender Alex Toth fingers with prominent fingernails, your dynamic yet claw-like Gil Kane hands that seem rippling with muscles, and then your Dan Clowes hands which are largely featureless. They're not perfunctory, though. They're typically well observed in whatever pose he chooses to place them.
Eyes vary. Weirdo comedian Joey McCobb-- is he for real, or is he simply a hack with an outsider gimmick?-- has wrinkly cartoonish eyes, kind of pointy and football shaped. Visually, he reminds me a little of Peter Lorre. Very little. Mostly just the eyes. Enid and Rebecca have more nuanced eyes, at least at the beginning of the story. Eyelids, lashes, little lines underneath to show the roundness. Eyes protude slightly. There's at least one panel later in the book where Enid's eyes are simply a curved arc above and below, but they're somewhat obscured by the drawing of her glasses frames.
I could be mistaken. I'm writing my impressions the next day, at work. It will be interesting for me to go home this evening and see if I really saw what I remember seeing, or if I'm just making things up in my head.
As an artist myself, I've never settled on a particular way to draw eyes. Sometimes I want to do sort of abstracted, simplified shapes with full outlines, but other times I go nuts with the detailing. I change frequently depending on who happens to be influencing me that day, or if I've seen someone new I want to rip off.
Jaime Hernandez has a simple yet convincing way of drawing eyes, the footballish upper and lower arcs, with rounded irises in the center. The top arc can be flattened and thickened, with a few strokes for lashes. Interestingly, in a fairly recent story arc, he chose to use the "injury to the eye" motif regarding Hopey, a character whose motivations I often think about. But prior to that, she spent the story "Election Day" (Penny Century #5, June 1999) hiding her eyes behind dark sunglasses, so much so one of the minor characters mentions thinking she's blind. At the end of the story she lifts the sunglasses while staring at herself in the mirror, revealing deep lines under them and some kind of enigmatic unhappiness. What's going on in that head of hers? Hernandez generally characterizes her as someone not given to introspection. The eyes are expressive, but they tell us nothing.
His art is slick and appealing, believable yet not exactly realistic. Steve Rude has a similar approach, but the character he's most associated with usually wears a visor. No eyes. When I picture a Rude face, I imagine narrowed eyes drawn as horizontal lines, squinting, the body straining, twisting and moving. Action eyes. Some of his aliens have big round insectoid eyes. Good for science fiction, not so much for earth-bound romance comics-- which is a genre I'm very interested in working in. I like to say "social realism," but if I'm really being honest with myself, I'm writing romance comics. They'll never see publication, but it's fun to churn out scripts full of emotional torture for my shabbily realized characters.
Alex Toth and Mort Meskin sometimes drew eyes as little slashes of black ink, or maybe a line up top and then a dab of ink below for the iris. Very simple and effective. Alex Toth is my primary influence for drawing eyes, but like Clowes, Hernandez and Rude, he employed different methods. His sketchbook pages, which are frequently just big piles of faces and heads, show all kinds of approaches. Some of them are extremely simple, just quick enclosed triangles and ovals.
Simply put, there's no one right way to draw eyes. Do what works best for you, what's appropriate for your characters. Above all, observe real emotions and learn to draw them. If you're good at acting on the page, more than likely you're rarely drawing eyes the same way twice anyway.
And work on those hands while you're at it.
Well, you see...
... in this comic book blog culture, things get confused out there; power, ideals, the old morality, practical artistic necessity. But out there with a pen and blank paper, it must be a temptation to be God. Because there's a conflict in every human heart, between the rational and the irrational, between good and evil. And good does not always triumph. Sometimes the dark side overcomes what Lincoln called the "better angels of our nature." Every man has got a breaking point. You and your friends have one. This detail from my last post proves I've reached mine. And very obviously, I have gone insane.
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Saturday, July 28, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain: The Love Canal Girls
Can comic book characters become toxic? I'm not sure if they can, but I certainly know those lovable, laugh-a-minute kids at DC love to stir up all sorts of comical trouble! First the irrepressible scamps went all over town posting charmingly misspelled homemade posters trumpeting the appearance of a version of long-neglected fave Stephanie Brown as Nightwing in their Smallville Season 11 comic, which they planned to print on a jury-rigged press down at their dilapidated clubhouse.
Then Butch and his henchman the Woim gummed up the works with a lot of mean-spirited pranks, causing the darling ragamuffins who run DC to canter away in their mule-drawn taxi cab with its goose-powered horn, shouting over their threadbare sweater-clad shoulders, "Oops, sorry. That's not Stephanie Brown, isn't gonna be Stephanie Brown. It's Barbara Gordon instead!"
Then Butch and his henchman the Woim gummed up the works with a lot of mean-spirited pranks, causing the darling ragamuffins who run DC to canter away in their mule-drawn taxi cab with its goose-powered horn, shouting over their threadbare sweater-clad shoulders, "Oops, sorry. That's not Stephanie Brown, isn't gonna be Stephanie Brown. It's Barbara Gordon instead!"
But the gang at DC are a group of never-say-die youngsters who just can't keep out of mischief! Whether it's crashing some hoity-toity catered charity affair and embroiling a lot of stuffed-shirt types in a massive food fight or rebooting their entire universe for the umpteenth time because they've run out of original ideas while denying it's a reboot, you can be sure of sidesplitting laughter and tear-jerking moments of pure sentiment when the latest Our DC Gang short comes to your local theater!
Here's where it gets surreal. Corinna Lawson, senior editor at Geekmom over at Wired, says sources tell her it's because Steph and her pal Cassandra Cain are considered "toxic" in the DC offices. At practically the same time, a writer going by the name LOLtron over at The Outhouse quoted similar sources-- multiple this time-- one of whom is quoted directly as saying, "Toxic? Yup, that about sums it up."
While I find anonymous sources suspect and toxic might be just a buzz word, it might be true. Both characters have easily roused fans who feel slighted by DC's treatment of them, including me. Maybe Dan Didio or Jim Lee or someone else at DC just said, "To hell with it. Using these two is thankless." This might be especially true of Stephanie Brown. Her death and DC's bizarre refusal to acknowledge her importance in the family of books in which she appeared inspired a website protest movement, and her fans and others were disturbed just last year when DC shunted her aside in favor of putting Barbara Gordon back in the Batgirl costume, a move that also alienated a lot of fans of Barbara's previous identity as the Oracle. Lots of baggage there, lots of hurt feelings that are still pretty raw. People are convinced certain elements at DC have it in for Stephanie, and not without some justification.
Supporting the idea DC doesn't want either Steph or Cass in their books anymore, perhaps inadvertently, is a Tumblr post by Batgirl writer Gail Simone, a straight shooter, who chimed in with the insider info the switch came because Smallville Season 11 writer Bryan Q. Miller, a nice guy who earned Steph-fan gratitude by writing her own Batgirl series was asked to use someone other than Stephanie Brown. Was asked. That says someone made a conscious decision to kick this hornet's nest again. Perhaps in emulation of a recent movie based on another movie adapted from a best-selling line of books. Comic book companies love to imitate success! Hence Smallville Season 11 in the first place, DC's version of Dark Horse's popular Buffy the Vampire Slayer continuation.
Simone, of course, didn't address toxicity or reference-- to use another phrase I read about Steph, Cass and the lack of certain others from the DC narrative-- their having been "benched." As in Cass and Steph have been deliberately benched, along with those other unfortunates. Unlike people who speak without using their names and titles, Simone is definitely too smart and probably too discreet to let something like that slip even if it is true, and I wouldn't blame her.
On the other hand, if these anonymous ones are telling the truth and toxicity is the DC policy towards Steph and Cass, that would make it more than a little strange DC would let Scott Snyder say, "We talk about where in the stories they're going to show up" at one of their roundtables as recently at their panel at C2E2 as recently as last April. And the extended, remixed version: "They are characters that we love too, we talk a lot about using them. We want to bring them back in a way that really matters. They're on the table, we promise we want to use them as well." Oh, and I was sure at one time I heard no less a DC personage than Grant Morrison promised Cass would be back in the New 52 Card Pick Up or whatever it's called, but all I can find to confirm that are old comments from people saying they also heard the same thing. In 2011, apparently. Something more recent with a direct quote might have been more reassuring.
You'd think everyone there would be instructed to stay on message and not make promises, vague or otherwise. You know, if DC really has no plans to use them, Snyder or someone could just say, "Sorry, we don't have any plans to use them at this time." People get upset at that kind of bad news, but a lot less so than they do when they feel a company has deliberately screwed them over. And in this easily avoidable case, there's no way for Steph fans to feel otherwise.
Whether the put-upon duo has been declared toxic or are still viable, this whole thing just seems odd to me. Maybe I lack a true insider's frame of reference or mindset, but I'm just thinking how easy it would be just to throw Steph and Cass back into the mix. It's not as if other changes to these characters required any creative heavy lifting in the past. Just re-set Cass to her silent super-dangerous former glory while still calling her Black Bat and tell us in the New 52 she never was a Batgirl-- and finally ditch all those nasty lingering elements from her bad old days. They turned her villainous, brought her back, had her quit being Batgirl in ludicrously off-hand ways, so why stick at this one like it's some kind of quest for the Unified Field Theory?**
On the other hand, I'm not sure how Steph fans would react to bringing her back as Spoiler minus her Batgirl stint. Since they were so excited about even a fake-Steph outside the regular continuity and with only loose ties to the version they truly love, maybe they would accept this as well as long as the writers wrote her in a dignified way. I'd hope so, anyway. Considering the alternative, it certainly seems preferable.
Whether all this will translate into lower sales for DC's other comics, the current Batgirl title or Smallville Season 11 remains to be seen. I doubt it. Smallville's got this digital first print thing and should have a lot of appeal to fans of the TV show, which I never got into. I just remember a number of them demanding Bryan Singer-- hey, another Bryan-- cast the show's star in his eventual dud Superman Returns.*** DC's probably counting on them to jump all over this book from their home computers and iPads or whatever the heck it is people read comic books on these days.
And as far as the dedicated comic book readers go, from what I gather, while there are some people giving up on DC, other people irked by the switcheroo are still going to buy DC titles featuring other characters they like or written and drawn by creators they want to support, so any negative impact on DC's bottom line, the true arbiter of toxicity, will be negligible. DC's actually going to make money off the whole thing. So the end result is, the small vocal core of fans truly upset by these events, or non-events, the ones eating waffles, will just have to get used to this new reality. One where a character they care about simply does not exist for an indefinite period. Perhaps permanently.
The Outhousers have dubbed the easily avoidable Smallville fiasco "Stephgate." Do you think it's likely we'll get an announcement from DC directly addressing Toxicgate? I'm not exactly waiting around for the press release. We'll probably see a book called BFFs: The Adventures of Steph and Cass before that happens.
*God, how I love funny books!
**Unless, of course, you really don't have plans to use her again. For whatever reason.
***That was on the IMDB message boards, and I'd sooner say "Bloody Mary" three times in a mirror at midnight than link to that here and risk calling down that hell.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Dell's Andy Griffith comics...
| Aunt Bee: not in this issue! |
So it wasn't much of a coincidence I'd been planning to write a little bit about the Dell Andy Griffith Show comics when I heard about Griffith's death. I think about my dad every day and if I reminisce about him long enough, it invariably leads me to thinking about Andy Griffith. I just wrote about No Time for Sergeants, a hilarious flick that hasn't gotten its due over the years. It helped bring about Mayberry, all its citizens and spin-off Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C., for which we'll forgive it. We're generous that way.
| They sure move around a lot. |
I'm not sure what makes Opie so courageous. The story inside is called "Opie's Secret," which turns out to be pretty lame as far as secrets go. Andy worries that the boy's spending too much time in the woods outside town, but instead of wandering off with a crinkled paper sack of porn for furtive masturbation sessions like Joaquin "Leaf" Phoenix in Ron Howard's own Parenthood, Opie's just caring for a litter of puppies. Plus, we know the Mayberry woods are about as dangerous as a daycare center, and not one of those ones with the careless teachers who leave matches lying around and rusty knives. The good daycare centers.
None of Opie's wholesome activities require much in the way of bravery, or, if you will, courageousness. I tend to reserve the label "courageous" for kids who sail solo around the world, do something wonderful for the disadvantaged in the face of community disapproval, rescue their families from burning houses, inspire others with their perseverance against some fatal disease or take a stance against bullies. But perhaps the people at Dell were mild-mannered to the extreme and in their eyes Opie was some kind of free-spirited adventurer, living life on the razor's edge of danger.
| Ron Howard wore this cap in "Eat My Dust." |
On the other hand, the writer captures quite a bit of the show's flavor, especially in the way Andy relates to Opie and Barney.
Ron Howard's Opie was one of the more "real" kid characters on TV, neither a smart-aleck nor a naif. And unlike poor Theodore Cleaver, who seems to have been a bit slow at times (putting it politely), Opie was more than capable of handling his own problems with just a smidgen of guidance and advice from his pa. And avoiding embarrassing scenes like getting his head stuck in iron fences or falling into giant bowls of fake soup.
In episodes like "Opie the Birdman," (which aired a year or so after these comics hit the newsstands) the show's writers give father and son a mutual respect and even allow for a little anger between them. Opie would learn from Andy, but occasionally Andy would also learn from Opie. The heart-to-heart talk scene between Andy and Opie in "Opie's Secret" captures this dynamic quite well and so gains its own mild emotional resonance. I can't imagine Pa Kent talking to Clark as honestly as this in a Superboy story. Come to think of it, Superboy is usually portrayed as a dimwit anyway.
The comic manages the other relationships with a similar steady hand. When Barney brags of his prowess as a woodsman, Andy sarcastically declares him the "Magellan of Mayberry," a teasing monicker you can easily imagine Griffith applying to Knotts in one of those scenes where the laid-back sheriff can't help but needle his overly sensitive deputy and best friend.
| This page has a "Love and Rockets" vibe. |
Ellie disappears from the comic after the first issue, and Opie barely appears in "Undercover Man," the story making up the second issue-- just long enough to mock Deputy Barney, who's on a crime-busting kick involving crazy disguises-- but what's really lacking in both is more of Mayberry's vividly realized citizenry. The most glaring omission is Floyd the barber. Floyd is a Mayberry essential. In the show's first two or three seasons, the barber is kind of an energetic loud mouth, a bit excitable and with a wife and teenaged son (although they seem to have been dropped down the same memory hole as Ellie about the time Floyd started courting a woman via romantic letters in "Floyd, the Gay Deceiver"). When veteran comedic actor Howard McNear suffered a debilitating stroke, the show temporarily dropped the character before bringing him back as the soft-spoken, addle-pated soul so uncannily parodied by Eugene Levy on SCTV.
It's just not Mayberry without a visit to Floyd's barber shop, but the comic's version is a mean-spirited lout named either Joe or Charlie. Barney never makes it clear which is which. He only refers to them using both names. Joe, or Charlie as he may be called, vaguely resembles McNear, but his physical humiliation of Barney is a step beyond something Floyd would do, not that first season Floyd was shy about dogpiling on the excitable deputy with the other Mayberrians. Or Mayberrites.
| Green, red, purple walls, orange uniforms! |
We get a token appearance from Aunt Bee, who helps Barney with his cross-gender disguise, but I can picture an entire spin-off series starring Ernest T. Bass, with the Darling family as his supporting cast or antagonists. You know, Bass as an anti-hero, kind of like Marvel's Tomb of Dracula minus the supernatural horror, murders and misogyny but with a heapin' helpin' of bluegrass music and Denver Pyle blowing into a jug. Speaking of, there's nary a hint of either Pyle, Gomer or Goober. And Helen Crump had not yet made her way onto the faculty of Mayberry's elementary school.
| Who are these jackasses? |
I have to say his acting is a strong point in "Opie's Secret." First rate, even. Scarpelli rarely repeats a facial expressions, and when the focus is on the faces, his drawings are absolutely fun and appealing. Some of the faces remind me of Daniel Clowes's work, where he seems to be illustrating a specific type of human being. There's no ironic distancing or sense of alienation in Scarpelli's drawings, just successfully adding interest to scenes that are mostly just two or three people standing around talking to each other. I really love Ellie's pissed off looks and Andy's obvious discomfort in "Opie's Secret."
For the Barney-centric "Undercover Man," which features a lot more crime-busting action than "Opie's Secret," (i.e., some) Scarpelli adopts a more naturalistic approach. Bodies are degrees more realistically proportioned and not nearly so exaggerated. Scarpelli attempts caricatures more than Alex Toth did with his No Time For Sergeants adaptation and the characters are easily recognizable, despite a few lapses. There's Barney's occasional weasel-like nose, but the lips are pure Don Knotts, even coated with bright red lipstick. While there's plenty of Griffith in him, Andy also frequently resembles character actor Hoke Howell, who played Dud Wash on the show before being supplanted in the part by Bob Denver, TV's Gilligan. It's still reasonably close.
| Show accurate Mayberry! |
| Dick Tracy villains think Barney's cute. |
Of the two comics, the second is the most artistically successful and appealing. Scarpelli is a fine choice as artist, and his work is adequate, if not quite as inspired as his later Archie strip. I don't know who else you'd give this job to with my own first choice Jack Davis doing movie posters and covers to TV Guide, high paying, high prestige gigs and second choice Mort Drucker holding forth in Mad. The Andy Griffith Show isn't a property that would necessarily benefit from photorealism or some of the sub-Hal Foster flourishes you find in Dell's adaptation of the Kirk Douglas epic The Vikings, for example. Or even the kind of moody black-spotting someone like Alex Toth would have brought to it.
| Nobody's perfect! |
These are just pleasant trifles, but I'm surprised at how they generally respect their source material. Nothing world-beating, though. These aren't lost early efforts from creators later recognized as genius-- like coming across an Our Gang comic written and drawn by Walt Kelly-- and the world hasn't suffered due to a lack of more The Andy Griffith Show comics from Dell. Scarpelli drew the Archie syndicated strip for fifteen years, and his art there is slick and easy on the eyes. Here, his work on the first issue hovers uncomfortably between realism and caricature, where masters like Jack Davis and Mort Drucker excelled. Scarpelli isn't up to their level, but that's like damning someone for being physicist without equalling Einstein. I'd be happy if anyone thought highly enough of my art to label me "not a genius."
No geniuses involved? Some expert will probably prove to me these were written by Jules Feiffer or a 9-year-old Alan Moore.
Given the choice-- and I often am-- I'd rather just watch an episode of the TV show. On the other hand, I wonder what Ron Howard thought about becoming a comic book character as a boy. No one called me "courageous" when I was ten. "Rotten little shit?" Oh man, all the time!
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