Smallville was a decade-long WB/CW hit that gave us the story of Clark Kent's
high-school and college years.
Fox's Gotham begins with Bruce Wayne as a boy in the aftermath of his parents' murder.
Yesterday came word that a series called Krypton is in development, focused on the life of Superman's grandfather prior to the destruction of his home planet. Really!
The CW's Flash/Arrow crossover last week was loads of fun.
Image from The Flash Ep. 1.08 "Flash vs. Arrow" © 2014 CW. Photo: Diyah Perra.
I still hope to get to full-on reviews of both shows this season, but the perennial
6-year-old in me demands that my adult self acknowledge this super-cool undertaking now. Just seeing an arrow slice through The Flash's usual title sequence on Tuesday night and a lightning bolt streak through Arrow's on Wednesday put a big, goofy grin on my face.
Cover A of Comicology Vol. II #1. Art © 2000 Bruce Timm. Package © 2000
and Comicology TM Harbor Studios. Characters TM/® DC Comics.
I ran a history of Robin in Comicology Vol. II #1 (Spring 2000). What saw
publication was an abridged version — long story and lingering frustration — but
a fuller piece titled "Wingspan: Six Decades of Richard Grayson" went up on the website. Does anyone reading this have the text of that? I still haven't taken in the
old, dead computer from those days to see if files can be salvaged from the hard drive, and my backups are similarly inaccessible on Jaz disks. Several years ago I got to
old cached pages of the website, including the piece in question, via the Internet Archive's "Wayback Machine" but I tried that again the other day and there's now
a message saying those pages can't be crawled or displayed. (The domain was bought out from under me during trying times.) I have a friend who could make use of
the piece if we get a copy in a timely manner; you would receive at minimum a
thank-you in print if it gets used and my gratitude regardless.
There's a six-minute animated short called "Feast" showing before Disney's Big
Hero 6, which opens this weekend, and I'm not being insensitive to the cost of movie tickets when I say it's worth the price of admission all by itself.
Screencap © 2014 Disney Enterprises.
Luckily, Big Hero 6 is good enough that you don't really have to test that premise,
but this little not-so-shaggy dog story really is a treat.
I've been working on reviews of Fox's Gotham and DC's burgeoning Arrow/Flash universe at The CW, as well as a general piece on the recent spate of comics getting adapted to television and film. The latter would be up by now if I hadn't started tinkering with images to accompany it. Which is how these happened.
Inset: Detail of cover to Action Comics #1 © 1938 DC Comics.
Photo: Still from Superman Returns © 2006 Warner Bros. Entertainment.
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Among the first spec pieces I wrote after college in an attempt to broaden my fledgling freelance career beyond the comics industry was an article that revolved around what we now call mashups.
It's one of the many things I look forward to finding in my files one day, not least because I can't remember all of the titles it contained. Tarzan of the Planet of the Apes was not one of them, I don't think, even though it fit the premise of merging titles without adding anything new — and even though Tarzan of the Apes + Planet
of the Apes is (at the risk of spraining my arm patting myself on the back) gorgeous
in both its simplicity and its potential.
The United States Postal Service announced this past week that it would be releasing
a set of Batman stamps to commemorate the character's 75th anniversary.
As with most stamps anymore, they're self-adhesive, so Batman still can't be licked.
Art © 2004 Brian Saner Lamken.
Grandpop would have been 100 years old today. If that sounds like an abstract anniversary to you, I understand — we all will be would-have-been 100 years old eventually, assuming we don't actually make it. He only died at 96 in 2011, though, and his wife (my mother's mother) is still with us at 98½; his loss remains keenly felt.
I praised the pleasant surprise that was John Oliver's hosting of The Daily Show
when Jon Stewart took a sabbatical last summer. And I was not alone. Many TV critics predicted that Oliver would be promoted from correspondent to host of his own show — probably someplace other than Comedy Central, since a third half-hour* of satirical news and punditry there wasn't likely. That someplace turned out to be HBO's Last Week Tonight with John Oliver.
Last Thursday was International Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day, and Comedy Central's @Midnight celebrated with an appropriate Hashtag Wars segment. As current as it is, the show tapes a little while before it actually airs to allow for editing, so the producers post the subject of each night's segment on Twitter at about 11:30 p.m. ET and invite fans to join the fun early. My old buddy and occasional Blam's Blog commenter Arben noticed the night's subject, liked it, and gave me a heads-up so that I could brainstorm along with him, then graciously allowed me to add some of his entries to mine for publication here for a total of our...
Top Twelve Pirate TV Shows
12. The Plunder Years
11. One and a Half Legs
10. So You Think You Can Penzance
9. The Avast-Me-Hearty Boys
8. Doubloony Tunes
Just imagine Humphrey Bogart playing not Sam Spade but Sam Wilson — a 1941 version of Sam Wilson, hangdog gumshoe turned Captain America's unorthodox partner.
That's what I did in mashing and mocking up this poster for Captain America and the Maltese Falcon.
I'd brainstormed the title a couple of years ago for a #BadNoir hashtag game on Twitter. While it was merely meant as a gag line, it just has so much Reese's Peanut-Butter Cup potential.
Photo: Al Levine / NBC © 1982.
What's most surprising about Don Pardo's passing on Monday is either half of this sentence taken with the other: He was 96 and still working as the primary voice of Saturday Night Live.
That was a really difficult post title to type.
Photo: Jim Britt / ABC © 1978.
I was introduced to Robin Williams, who died on Monday at the age of 63, in his guise of Mork — first on Happy Days and then, of course, on Mork & Mindy. Although I'm twenty years younger, I aged with him, or vice versa, through his stand-up and dramatic roles and talk-show appearances and film comedies and mush and, just this past year, his return to network TV.
Which I think is a big part of why his death hits so hard.
I have a few posts about Batman queued up — some by coincidence; some because
of his belated 75th birthday bash.
Panel from "The Case of the Chemical Syndicate" in Detective Comics #27 © 1939 DC Comics.
Script: Bill Finger. Pencils, Inks, Letters: Bob Kane. Colors: Unknown.
Which I'm kind-of resisting. Batman debuted at the hands of writer Bill Finger and artist Bob Kane in Detective Comics #27, dated May 1939 but likely on sale in April of that year. Given how slow publisher DC Comics was to roll out logos and other celebratory stuff for Superman's diamond anniversary in 2013 — not to mention the whole company's a few years before that — I shouldn't be surprised that today, July 23rd, was designated by DC as Batman Day.
I understand why DC would want to position the event on a Wednesday, since that's when new arrivals hit comics shops, and why it would want to do something in proximity to this weekend's San Diego Comic-Con as well. There are in fact several Batman panels scheduled for the latter, but surely that doesn't preclude (let alone abrogate) historical accuracy. Some fun stuff did see the light closer to Batman's actual birthdate, to be fair, including material in the aforementioned upcoming posts. I really should be willing to cut DC considerable slack given how commemorations of other legends over at Adventures in Comicology got punted down the line, although I finally had the sense to cut bait and reschedule — I'm about as confident as I ever get that my retrospectives marking Superman's and Batman's 80th birthdays will be worth the wait. Since I've been around for more than half of his existence now, and five years hence feels like it'll be here before we know it, maybe the answer is that I'm just turning into an old crank myself.
Kate Willaert, who shares a bunch of cool stuff over at her Uncool Artblog no matter what the name says, has designed an infographic charting IMDB user ratings and domestic box-office gross (adjusted for inflation) across movie quadrilogies — film series that have produced at least four installments. The diminishing returns come as no surprise, although there are exceptions to that general rule. Film series sampled aren't nearly as numerous as those used in the sequel map that I wrote about a few years ago, but of course even in our current cinematic climate there are plenty more franchises with just one or two follow-ups than three or more.
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Nothing against Heath Ledger or Cesar Romero, each of whom took an indelibly unique turn as Batman's nemesis, but for me Mark Hammill speaking Paul Dini's dialogue is the definite screen Joker. In a clip from a one-on-one interview during a recent Star Wars Weekend at Walt Disney World, Hammill gives Dini some mad love after treating the audience to an improvised dialogue between Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime and Luke Skywalker.
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Photo: Chris Szagola / AP © 2014.
Literally. Jimmy Rollins, Number 11, became the Phillies' all-time hits leader with his 2,235th — a single against the Cubs — last Saturday. Number 20, Mike Schmidt, the previous record-holder (and still arguably the franchise’s most-beloved shortstop, if not its most-beloved player, given what certainly feels like an aging fan base) is a class act who couldn't be happier.
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Watching the Tony Awards telecast last Sunday, I found myself coming up with
comics-related twists on the titles of various plays and musicals. The game continued for several days until my list grew long enough to split into two — one for Marvel, one for DC (last post) — while still paring each down to about half the rough draft. Some entries are more accessible to non-comics-reading folks than others; the only rule was passing over titles that wouldn't need to be changed at all, such as The Iceman Cometh or Beauty and The Beast.
Now take your seats for my...
Top Twenty Marvel Comics Broadway Mashups
20. You're a Mole Man, Charlie Brown
19. Dirty Rotten Fandral
18. Jess Is the Spider-Woman
17. Bring in da Noise, Bring in da Hulk
16. Thoroughly Modeled Millie
15. Lady Sif at Emerson's Bar & Grill
14. Mandarin of La Mancha
13. Twelve Angry X-Men
12. A Slim Summers Night's Dream
11. Who's Afraid of Virginia, Wolverine?
Watching the Tony Awards telecast last Sunday, I found myself coming up with
comics-related twists on the titles of various plays and musicals. The game continued for several days until my list grew long enough to split into two — one for DC, one for Marvel (next post) — while still paring each down to about half the rough draft. Some entries are more accessible to non-comics-reading folks than others; the only rule was passing over titles that wouldn't need to be changed at all, such as Man and Superman.
Now take your seats for my...
Top Twenty DC Comics Broadway Mashups
20. Riddler on the Roof
19. My Fair Lady Blackhawk
18. Ain't Mister Mxyzptlk
17. Captain Carrot and His Amazing Technicolor Zoo Crew
16. The Justice League of American Buffalos
14. Same Time, One Year Later
13. Glengarry Pete Ross
12. Bizarro #1 Flew Over the Cuckoo's Next
11. Oedipus Rex Mason
10. Joker's Shop of Horrors
So. You might've noticed that content around here has been sparse to nonexistent lately.
The reasons for this are, unfortunately, manifold. I spent much of last year setting up Adventures in Comicology, a website meant to archive my past writing on comics and steadily stream new material to boot. Posting here on Blam's Blog in 2013 fell to well under one whole freaking half the volume of previous annual totals — just a third of 2012's high-water mark — and even though I'm working to resume the flow this week I'll barely have reached a meager dozen entries for 2014 to date by July. I'd honestly be fine with that if technical problems, along with the inability to properly deal with those problems due to other life stuff, hadn't ground progress on Comicology and related projects to a halt. While it's bad enough simply not being able to put in as much time and effort as I'd like, it's far more frustrating to put in considerable time and effort yet have so little to show.
More pressing matters will continue to demand my attention in the short term, but hopefully by summer's end you'll see things pick up here a bit. Another, more detailed status update on all things me will be along when that happens. Stay cool.
Panel © 2014 and Cynicalman ® Matt Feazell.
I've guest-written a strip for Matt Feazell that just went live at the Cynicalman website. Episodes don't get updated online as often as they used to, but I'm still not sure how long it'll be up before a new one replaces it and it's archived for eventual collection. Speaking of which, The Amazing Cynicalman Volumes 1 & 2 — highly recommended; ditto any or all Feazell minicomics you care to grab — are available via that same website. Matt's been doing hilarious work with astounding economy of line since the days people mailed paper to one another in envelopes. I'm hoping to contribute more gags in the future... like he needs my help.
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Text-art © 2014 Brian Saner Lamken.
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We got a (more-or-less) full look today at the suit Grant Gustin will be wearing as Barry Allen in the upcoming CW Flash series.
Photo: Jack Rowand for Warner Bros. Entertainment © 2013.
I was finally successful this year in not writing about the Oscars before or after the telecast. The bad news is that this wasn't due purely to willpower; I've been sitting on this post for a while with the aim of running it on, as they say, Movies' Biggest Night, but I couldn't.
Sometime last year I came up with a couple of the following lines and realized that the concept would make a fun hashtag game. What you do is take a reasonably well-known quote from books or films and substitute one or two words with food. I'm very rarely on Twitter anymore, though, so I ended up just brainstorming a bit and setting the list aside to run on the blog as my...
Top Twenty Supermarket Lines of Dialogue
20. "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my cold cuts."
19. "Nobody puts baked beans in a corner."
18. "Take your stinking pasta off me, you damn dirty apes!"
17. "It was the best of thymes, it was the worst of thymes."
16. "Open the pad thai doors, HAL."
15. "There's no cayenne in baseball!"
14. "Oh, Stewardess… I speak chives."
13. "You've got meat? Who's got juice?!?"
Ghostbusters screencap © 1984 Columbia Pictures (I guess).
The year is 1989. I'm a day-camp counselor for kids 5 to 6 years old. At that age boys have their favorite whatevers on their lunch boxes, their shirts, their underwear. Ghostbusters was big in our bunk — mostly, I assume, from the animated TV series based on the 1984 movie (Slimer and the Real Ghostbusters) rather than the movie itself. So I chaperone a few boys into the restroom. Two of them stand at the same urinal, pants down, focused on doing what you do. One suddenly exclaims "Don't cross the streams!" and they crack up so hard it's a miracle that no mopping was required.
I think Harold Ramis, who died this past Monday at 69, would've been proud. Godspeed, ghosts, gophers, and groundhogs be with him.
Lake Street Dive is my new jam. All of it. I've been listening to everything that the band has done in anticipation of today's release of their latest album, Bad Self-Portraits.
The quartet, whose members met at Boston's New England Conservatory of Music, consists of Rachael Price (lead vocals), Mike "McDuck" Olson (guitar, trumpet, backing vocals), Bridget Kearney (acoustic bass, backing vocals), and Mike Calabrese (drums, backing vocals).
I guess I'd describe Lake Street Dive's music as stripped-down indie pop/rock liberally inflected with jazz, blues, and soul. Maybe that sounds like a little bit of everything — because it is, in a good way, but Dive is also as focused as a laser, at once familiar and not quite like anything I've heard in way too long.
Photo © 1964 SOFA Entertainment.
I'm a little surprised at how emotional I got watching the Beatles tribute earlier tonight.
And I shouldn't be. Surprised, I mean, because I am a very easy mark when it comes to that sort of thing. Nostalgia is practically my religion.
CBS aired The Night That Changed America: A Grammy Salute to The Beatles at 8 p.m. ET — 50 years to the hour from The Beatles' first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show. It was taped a couple weeks ago, on the day after this year's live Grammy Awards telecast, which is why there were so many stars on hand who might otherwise have been working elsewhere and why Pharrell was wearing that hat.
Of course, I flashed back to my own first major exposure to the Fab Four, by way of the faux Billy Shears and Henderson Brothers who headlined producer Robert Stigwood's infamous 1978 movie Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Since my sister and I couldn't get enough of the film or its soundtrack, as I wrote in 2010, our mother quickly bought LPs of the original Beatles Sgt. Pepper and Abbey Road, the albums from which most of the songs in the movie were taken. (Mom did own copies already, but we were in the middle of a move at the time, living with my grandparents.) Not long after that she busted out Magical Mystery Tour, too, it being a concept album in the Sgt. Pepper's vein, and somewhere in there we caught the animated Yellow Submarine on Channel 29 or 48.
Of all the striking details in March Book One — and there are more than a few — the one that I keep coming back to is this: As a boy, John Lewis would preach to his family's chickens.
Lewis, an organizer of the March on Washington in 1963 and since 1987 the United States Representative for Georgia's Fifth District, is a great storyteller. March is a great story. I've just left those sentences alone after too much time spent considering adjectives other than "great" due to how easy and vernacular the word is, as well as how many dimensions it has, but those qualities actually make it the perfect word.
Short version of this post: The Kickstarter campaign for Dean Trippe's Something Terrible has one week left. Go pledge and be a part of it!
I'm upset that I neglected to include Terrible on my entry in Forces of Geek's
Best of 2013 survey, especially because I first learned of the book from old pal and FOG grand poobah Stefan Blitz. Trippe has created a heartfelt, inspiring, beautifully executed work drawn (quite literally) from his experiences of childhood sexual abuse. Dark as the short, 14-page story is — about kids, for anyone who has ever been a kid, but not for kids themselves — it brightens as Trippe finds strength in Batman and other fictional heroes, unfolding mostly in sharp, haunting two-color panels.
I was thinking recently about my school library in 3rd grade.
Not sure why. It might've been because of the recent news reports on libraries
without books — without physical books, anyway; rather, they're community spaces with computers where users can surf the Internet and check out E-books. Something, maybe those reports, got me remembering how I'd settle down in the stacks in front of the encyclopedias and basically use the references in the article at hand the way we use hyperlinks online today.
I have a bunch of great memories, general and specific, of libraries. Most readers do, I'd wager. I've shared some on the blog before, including memories of this particular library — nestled in a post on the TV series Supernatural — about my favorite aisle. What brought me to that aisle was books on Greek and Roman mythology, a subject about which I read voraciously and to an almost literally exhausting degree; based on periodic scans of various library and bookstore shelves, I may well have gone through every relevant volume in print at the time. Some books were, from my youthful perspective at least, stuffier than others, a category in which I preferred Edith Hamilton's Mythology to Bulfinch's. There were plenty of slim paperbacks and large, illustrated tomes aimed more directly at my age, too, with D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths atop the heap of the latter.