1. First few pages of HELLBOY: THE WILD HUNT #2. These are f*cking gorgeous.
2. Joe Bloke chucks a prime slice of Toth our way. As someone who's been known to throw good money after bad buying old '70s DC anthologies on Ebay, just for the Toth shorts, I say: thank you, Joe.
3. Dr Sketchy's makes it to Belfast on Friday, care of the Out To Lunch Festival. I am, of course, working, and can't make it to see the nudie women. Arse, feck, etc.
4. Cop a load of PJ Holden's Zombie Elvii.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
1. First few pages of HELLBOY: THE WILD HUNT #2. These are f*cking gorgeous.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Had a mini-freak out earlier. "Why is Stephen Fry bothering to follow me on Twitter? What does he know that I haven't figured out yet? Does he have a soft spot for all-too-frequent Hiberno-English cursing and bad gags about DOCTOR WHO?"
Then I looked at the stats on his page and realised he follows about 70% of the people who follow him. That's all right then.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
So Jonathan Ross tweets a bunch about how he hates the "new" Cybermen (and by that, I presuming the RTD-era Cybermen), and then a short while later posts "praise be to the moff". I'll take that as foundation enough to start the speculation that Moff's been in touch and promised to bring back proper Mondasian Cyberbastards. Or he's started a religion based on the worship of Peter Cushing. One or the other.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
I'm not the one for "comics of the year" posts. But here's mine anyway.
If there's two things that're vaguely holy to me, it's comics and libraries. Hey, you might even have guessed that. So this year, visiting Angouleme was pretty special. And while I was there, I ended up buying two of my favourite comics this year: Jodorowsky and Ladronn's THE FINAL INCAL vol.1, and Reinhard Kleist's CASH. Kleist's book is a biography of Johnny Cash, told with all the flair and magic missing from James Mangold's dreadful WALK THE LINE. Cash's life and songs merge masterfully. The tone switches from sorrow to humour to profundity to mythic in the same easy way the man himself could. It's a book crying out for an English translation. Hardt's art style reminds me of Craig Thompson's, but more expressive, though his brushwork is less slick.
The new Incal is an arguably unnecessary reiteration of the original series. This new cycle begins the very second the last one ends. Characters are reborn or reinvented, themes revisited, the Tarot symbolism layered on even thicker than before, but it's all done with Ladronn on such top form, it's hard to hold it against the book. Ladronn's the man for the job - it's hard to think of the currently enervated Moebius providing work just this damned kinetic anymore. It's fair to say Ladronn is loved in the U.S., so it's strange that this book has received so little coverage in the Anglophone comics press. You'd have thought that a champion of Ladronn's work like Richard Starkings might have thought about licensing and translating this one.
Another book that's received a mysterious silence from the murky corner of the internet that belongs to comics is Kev Walker's "graphic novel" (I'll never use that term and not put it in quotes) adaptation of Charlie Higson's first Young Bond novel SILVERFIN. Walker's work here is a wonder, the full package: his characters emote with a Steve Dillon-esque deftness; his line as bold and assured as Mignola's; his storytelling clear and flawless; he even colours it himself, in a Dave Stewart-reminiscent palette, restrained, tasteful, and always in service to the storytelling. Really, this guy is sickeningly talented. Also, take my word for it, if you're a Bond fan who's shied away from the Young Bond novels for whatever reason, give Higson's work a chance. He captures the spirit of Fleming so winningly, they'll have you grinning like a fool in no time. Bond is, after all, an alcoholic, an inveterate gambler, a pill-popper, a masochist and a sadist, a snob, a misanthrope, and a misogynist. Higson plants the seeds for all Bond's character flaws (and his saving graces), always subtly, usually funnily, and with a nod and a wink to the fanbase, the adult readership he knows is skulking about uninvited.
I'm sure there's more, but that'll do for this year.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
It's a rather intelligent, subtle, piece of redesign here by a young Quitely: reducing the usual Judge uniform of a busy gloves/elbow pads/boots/kneepads combination to just big, riot cop-lookin', joint effort boots and gloves. Looks practical and achievable. Green foamy rubber and suede jobbies, over black leather. Customised paint buckets for helmets. Mission accomplished. New Dredd movie? DONE! As I might say if I was an uppity, filandering, Scots cook.
Well, according to reports: yeah.
"Rebellion and 2000 AD are proud to announce that Judge Dredd is coming to a cinema near you soon!Decent British producers (let's not kid ourselves that being set on the American continent is really in any way that important to the Dredd mythos - the cynical worldview, all ours, sorry). Could be promising. The first attempt at bringing the character to screen was, to my eyes, a near miss. A fine looking film, if only they'd worked harder on the script and the tone. And by errors in script and tone, I mean: just which the fuck Einstein hired Rob Schneider to ruin every scene he appears in? Verisimilitude, people!
Together with DNA Films, the movie production company behind such great sci-fi movies such as Sunshine and 28 Weeks Later, Judge Dredd will go into production in 2009.
Jason Kingsley, CEO and Creative Director said, ‘We can’t give away too many details at this point, but we’re looking forward to working with DNA Films to bring Judge Dredd back to the big screen.’
We’ll keep you up to date with breaking news as it happens!"
Hell, everyone in UK comics seems to have a story about being taken into Sly Stallone's trailer, where he'd grill them on the minutia of Dredd lore. Stallone almost got Dredd. But what's the point of giving the embodiment of faceless authority a face? That's right - it still rankles. Fuck you, Hollywood.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Poor old CBR - clearly, the news that Frank Quitely is the new Batman artist is taking the toll from their servers. So, tonight Matthew, I'll largely be nicking bandwidth from Newsarama.
DOOM PATROL gets a Showcase edition. Bloody obvious, really. Should have done it years ago.
Who buys this sort of freaky tat? Really?
Okay, starting to feel Christmassy. Neighbours have their insane flashing lights up. Went to a Christmas party, and revelled the bit out (or as I said to a mate in an e-mail on Sunday "That Captain Morgan - what a c*nt"). And the first card from this blog's superstar pals has arrived: as usual, the earlybird is Brendan McCarthy.
And here's my favourite Christmas tune, courtesy of those mad baskets from the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
It's a good job my bookie keeps refusing to take comic-based bets from me, because otherwise I'd be down a ton o'cash. You know me - I love speculating on that crap. But here's one that'd surely be worth a few quid. With the announcement today that Geoff Johns and Dale Eaglesham are both leaving DC Comics' J.S.A., what're the odds that they'll be announced as the new creative team on a new ADVENTURE COMICS STARRING THE LEGION OF SUPERHEROES title? Presumably sometime near the winding up of the current FINAL CRISIS: LEGION OF THREE WORLDS mini.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Garth Ennis has overseen the transfer of DAN DARE from dead-on-its-ass Virgin Comics over to Dynamite, who have a history of following Ennis' tips (story here). This might mean that Ennis may be more inclined to write again for the character, which would be an entirely good thing.
WJC's Cult-o-tron. Wonder if this was influenced by my recent (and only slightly dissembling) pronouncement, over at blip.fm, that The Cult's ELECTRIC was the pinnacle of human artistic endeavour?
Guess I'll never know.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
It's my birthday, Ive seen KUNG-FU PANDA; I'm stuffed full of Chinese food; and have just enough red wine percolating through my liver to make me very sleepy. Time for this: I blame Sean for putting it in my head last night, and it's dedicated to everyone who was ever in The Clams. Lita Ford: in the immortal words of VIZ, a bit of a BOBFOC, but you probably would.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Any regular readers of Supervillain will know the special attention Sean and I are giving to the planned ANT-MAN movie. Basically, we've plotted and cast it, and are waiting for the call from Edgar Wright, re: assuming our position as executive producers. Anyway, bearing in mind how the production seems to be moving along, part of the plan for an inevitable AVENGERS flick, it's no wonder to see Marvel putting Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne at the heart of their big post SECRET INVASION push. Tangent. Grud on a greenie, but DARK REIGN sounds cheesy. Like a bad '80s metal album. Maybe by Manowar. Anyway, to spoil it good and proper, they're killing Wasp off, and it looks like Mr Hankie is taking a new "Wasp-Man" persona in tribute to her. Or maybe in tribute to Keith Moon. I dunno.
Anway, here's a new Avengers line-up. Note another Pym-centric character present: Jocasta, who I think started life as a robotic sex-doll of The Wasp created by his "son" Ultron. And as we all know, Ultron is the only Pym-villian worth a damn, and therefore a shoo-in for the movie. Plus, they're reinstating the old Jocasta/The Vision/Scarlet Witch love triangle. Oooh, complicated robotic sexual tension! Anyway, I look at this image and know Dan Slott is a big fanboy for the post-Roy Thomas, Shooter/Michelinie years of The Avengers. Just like Joe Casey. And me.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
And the next actor to play The Doctor must be... WAYNE COYNE!
Voter apathy is a terrible thing. Despite Google Analytics telling me that this site is visited several hundreds of times a day (if several can be interpreted as, uh, two), only eight of you fu*king bothered to vote in my "Who should be the next Doctor" poll. That said, what results we have determined were so shocking, so unexpected, DOCTOR WHO FANDOM CAN NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN!! Or something like that. Think the squares were freaked out by the notion that the next actor to play The Doctor should be black? Wait 'til they get the news that POPULAR DEMAND says he should be played... by an American! *Gasp*