Thursday, January 31, 2019
DC Meets Hanna-Barbera Volume Two!
The loss of the that special time on Saturday mornings in the 70's really to my mind shows just one way in which we no longer share a culture which defines us. Not to make too much of it, but Saturday was the day of the kid, the time when thanks to the invention of the weekend because of the rise and power of the labor unions America was granted an opportunity to meet, even if that meeting was not actual but merely virtual through the shiny surface of a television screen. TV us often (and often properly) derided but it did bring the sprawling culture of the United States into sync. Radio had done this before but TV was even more potent.
The cartoons from Hanna-Barbera and the few other up and running studios in the waning days of classic animation were cultural icons which kids imprinted on across the country. Even relatively obscure ones like Jabberjaw, Hong Kong Phooey, and Speed Buggy were shared by millions. Nothing has that hold today over kids of that age to that degree. I well know that we kids were then and are now more a demographic, a slice of the population to sell things to, but that doesn't mean that the shared identity doesn't rise above that mean intention. At least it does for this kid.
Here are the covers for the issues in this slim trade volume.
Labels: DC Comics, Hanna-Barbera
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
DC Meets Hanna-Barbera Volume One!
Saturday morning was once upon a time a special time for kids, a time when the outside world gave way to our desires and catered to our tastes with the thing we loved most -- cartoons. Animation in the theater had always been a thing for adults and children alike with cartoons that were sophisticated and sometimes even naughty to capture an adult's attention, but also filled with a surreal whimsy which was something kids were able to taste especially well. Then came the great beast television and its demand for product created cartoons which were just for children and even a time which was just for children. School was set aside for a day and there was not church to attend and if you were lucky enough to be among the middle class or near it you might have that precious thing called leisure, a time of no work.
Hanna-Barbera filled that sack effectively with cartoons which while limited in their form were unlimited in their understanding of the kid's secret desire, a desire to be more. The recent Hanna-Barbera comics from DC have really allowed me to tap into that kid who craved Space Ghost and Jonny Quest and who never stopped loving them. These wonderful crossover comics with the likes of Green Lantern, Adam Strange, Booster Gold and the offbeat Suicide Squad interacting with the Flintstones, the Banana Splits and the aforementioned Space Ghost and Jonny Quest really are works of love. Where once the creations of the Hanna-Barbera studio and DC Comics shared the small screen, now they share a smattering of comic books.
Here are the covers of the four special issues in this volume.
More to come tomorrow with Volume Two.
Labels: DC Comics, Hanna-Barbera, Jonny Quest, Space Ghost
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
Dojo Classics - Trog!
One of my guilty cinema pleasures is Trog. I've referenced it a few times here and here, but never properly reviewed it. After just seeing again on TCM, I'm filled with This delightfully offbeat 1970 flick is the story of a lonely cave dweller (a "Troglogdyte") who after thousands of years trapped in suspended animation in a glacier comes back to life stranded in a cave only to be discovered by some hapless spelunkers one of whom he promptly kills. It is the heart-wrenching tale of a creature thrust into the modern world against his will and who seeks only some connection with another intelligent being so appease his aching loneliness.
Sounds like a pretty good movie, and it is a lot of fun, but most folks would not categorize Trog as a "good movie". If so then only in the so-bad-it's-good zone. What weighs down this movie almost from the beginning is a lack of funds, though I for one am impressed at the quality of what does get onto the screen. There was apparently little money for special effects, so the make-up on Joe Cornelius, the actor who portrays the forlorn caveman, is pretty wretched when seen from certain angles. But then I think it's pretty decent when seen from others.
The movie is also famous as the last leading part for Silver Screen legend Joan Crawford, who is a mighty trooper in this flick. I always admire actors who act, in whatever capacity and in whatever vehicle, and I try not to hold the quality of a movie against them when it's clear they had little control over anything other than their own part. Crawford here ruggedly pushes through the story, but due to limited funds was forced to use her own wardrobe for the part which creates some distracting color combos in some delicate scenes.
But let me say more about what goes on in this one. I divide Trog into three parts: the Discovery, the Domestication, and the Destruction. Follow me please as we work our way through this epic tale of love and war across the millennium.
The DISCOVERY: This is perhaps my favorite part of the movie. Freddie Francis, the director does a wonderful job as we follow three hale and hearty cave explorers as they find and plumb the depths of a new opening they chance upon. It takes stout hearts to squeeze their way down into the first chamber and even then they must strip and enter dark and freezing water to find the isolated chamber which holds a deadly secret. Two of the three brave the depths, crossing over into an "undiscovered country" which sadly results in one of them ending up dead and the other mad. They find Trog, a caveman who has apparently just awakened after eons of pleasant suspended animated slumber. Enter Dr. Brockton (Joan Crawford), a local primate specialist who immediately wishes to see the creature for herself and convinces the lone healthy survivor of the original trio to show her the way. How she got into the cave is anyone's guess, but the movie conveniently skips that indignity. Brockton snaps a photo of Trog which unleashes an avalanche of publicity and raw fear. The townspeople converge on the dark maw into the Earth's underworld and set up police cordons and TV cameras to simultaneously limit and probe the mystery. Men are sent down but there is more death and the TV crews beat a hasty retreat as Trog emerges into the sun for the first time in ages only to fall victim himself to Brockton's tranquilizer gun.
The DOMESTICATION: Trog is then shunted into a cage and is chained to the floor as Brockton attempts to communicate and apparently train him in the ways of the modern world. This is some of the most hilarious stuff in the flick as the tests they put poor Trog through seem downright weird and lack any sense of scientific rigor that I can detect. Brockton's daughter Ann is front and center in this training as is Malcolm, the handsome survivor of the original trio of spelunkers. Anne, a lovely blonde seems to be of particular interest to Trog, following a long cinematic tradition begun with the mighty Kong no less. Trog is confronted with a nest of modern toys and they even try to teach him his colors at one point. He doesn't seem to know blue, likes green, and but gets violent when he sees red. They teach him literally to fetch, but that brings him into conflict with a local dog which sadly he kills. All the time that this is going on a local townsman named Sam Murdock (Michael Gough at his scene-chewing best) is simultaneously fearful and hateful of Trog and wants him destroyed. Murdock seems a thoroughly awful man and aside from some assumed self-loathing it's a bit hard to determine what motivates him save perhaps for a fear of science and the modern world. Also on hand is a Dr.Selbourne who works for Brockton but out of jealousy turns against her at a hearing and gets canned. A bunch of learned folk descend on the Brockton Institute to observe Trog and promptly operate on him inserting all sorts of gear, some of which allows him to speak briefly. It's during this phase that the single stupidest thing in the movie occurs, the "scientists" show Trog skeletons of dinosaurs which they assume will trigger his memory. Even a reasonably intelligent schoolboy knows this is now proper prehistory, but nonetheless they proceed. This does oddly trigger a "memory" in Trog which we get to see, and it's really some stop-motion dinosaurs battling it out by way of another movie by Irwin Allen titled The Animal World.
The DESTRUCTION: After all this Murdock fears that Trog will be allowed to live, so he goes to institute, attacks a policeman, and frees Trog who promptly and quite properly kill him. On the loose now, Trog seem to find an alternately alarmed and tranquil village where he encounters a grocer and a butcher. He dispatches both, the butcher in an especially hideous manner. He encounters a car which he attacks and turns over and which then inexplicably blows up. He stumbles onto the playground (like I said, the alarm seems to not have spread to the whole town despite the many klaxons blaring from time to time) and kidnaps a lovely blonde girl who I think might actually be the daughter of the awful Murdock. He takes her back to his cave. The TV cameras and townspeople return to the cave, this time with the military to boot. They are plotting ways to get to Trog to kill him, but Brockton against orders descends and rescues the girl, appealing to Trog's gentler nature. Sadly when she returns topside, the army descends in mass and Trog is killed in a brutal wave of gunfire, which causes the caveman to fall impaling himself on a pointy stalagmite. Brockton walks away in utter sadness.
So as you can see there is quite a lot going on in this notorious movie. It's a film put together by and featuring professionals. The editing is crisp if obvious (track Crawford's pantsuits and you can almost figure out the shooting schedule) and the acting is broad, but done with proper conviction. There is not hint by those involved that they are in an embarrassing movie. There is only diligent attention to detail and craft, the mark of any worthy effort. For that I admire Trog; for all its weaknesses as a film, it does what it's supposed to do, entertain. It properly transports the viewer to another world and time, not unlike its hapless star Trog himself. The fact that the movie is unintentionally goofy is not what is primarily important. The movie and the participants take themselves seriously and that's sufficient even though we as audience far removed from that time can find all manner of fun with the production.
Find and watch Trog, enjoy it. Don't hate it for what it is not. Lets' not make the same mistake with this delightful flick that the hateful Murdock did with Trog, let's appreciate this wild and brazen creation for what it is.
UPDATE: Really nothing to add to my earlier review. Enjoyed it immensely especially Michael Gough's amazingly boorish character.
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Labels: Sci-Fi Movies
Monday, January 28, 2019
Marvel Super-Heroes Are Here!
Here's a utterly enchanting Marvel promotional poster by the great Johnny "Ring-A-Ding" Romita. The 1974 date of this poster is exceedingly strange given the out-dated appearance of Captain Marvel in his original green and white Kree military uniform. Romita had the knack for making every character he portrayed more handsome, idealistic in fact. Romita's contribution to the success of Marvel in the late Silver and early Bronze Ages cannot be overstated. He was the guy who largely determined what these characters would look like after the departure of icons Ditko and Kirby. Romita's insistent humility about his contributions makes them all the more impressive in hindsight and speaks highly of the man who brought romance to the heroes of the Marvel Universe. Stan hit the jackpot tiger!
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Labels: John Romita, Marvel Comics
Sunday, January 27, 2019
The Brave And The Bold - Bronze Age Two!
The "Haneyverse" was in many ways the most fun corner of the DCU, since one never knew what might happen there or who might show up. The carefully crafted multiple-Earth concept found in the Justice League and Flash and elsewhere did not function in the pages of The Brave and the Bold. The art was magnificent with the likes of Neal Adams and Nick Cardy having had regular runs,but it was the addition of Jim Aparo which truly made the weird wacky Haneyverse a truly unique land to explore. Having built up a reputation for craftsmanship at Charlton,
|(Jim Aparo Art)|
Aparo brought his talents to DC and teamed with Haney held down the fort at The Brave and the Bold for virtually all of the Bronze Age of Comics. Even when the book morphed into Batman and The Outsiders, Aparo was there to give his special eye to this special Bat-corner. Deadman, Metamorpho, Metal Men, Wildcat and others thrived within the confines of the Haneyverse, somehow freed from the whims of continuity which sometimes confined other characters to oblivion. The Haneyverse was like Wonderland, it didn't always have to make sense, it only had to be interesting and boy was it.
|(Nick Cardy AQrt)|
Here are the issues in Batman - The Brave and the Bold - The Bronze Age Volume Two.
Labels: Batman, Bob Haney, DC Comics, Jim Aparo, Nick Cardy
Saturday, January 26, 2019
The Brave And The Bold - Bronze Age One!
People make quite a deal of the work of Alan Moore, an eccentric comic book writer who has produced intriguing and bizarre work. But if you are part of my generation, the weirdness of Moore and his ability to blend genres had all been done before in the bristling pages of The Brave and the Bold under the skillful hand of the zany Bob Haney! Haney's The Brave and the Bold comic book starred Batman, who at a particular moment was a superstar for DC, but really Haney created his own universe inside a comic book which didn't hesitate to have the Darknight Detective hang and bang with the likes of the quirky Metal Men, the daffy Plastic Man and the spooky Spectre. The "new" Green Arrow even debuted in the blessed pages of The Brave and the Bold.
|(Unpublished Neal Adams cover for The Brave and the Bold #85)|
Others showed up but eventually a reader could detect that Haney had his favorites such as Sgt.Rock, the Black Canary, Deadman, and especially Wildcat. Was this comic book set on Earth-2? It was hard to tell as the guest-stars appeared as they did usually without mention of such continuity niceties. As a reader I didn't give a wet sock, because Haney partnered with artists like the Ross Andru and Mike Esposito team, Mike Sekowsky, and Bob Brown fashioned one-off stories that struck chords in the imagination. The great Neal Adams came of age in the pages of The Brave and the Bold and his status as one of the premiere Bat-artists rests to no small extent on what he produced. Nick Cardy joined forces with Haney as the book neared its hundredth issue, but more on that tomorrow as we get a glimpse of volume two.
Labels: Batman, Bob Haney, DC Comics, Irv Novick, Mike Esposito, Mike Sekowsky, Neal Adams, Nick Cardy, Ross Andru
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