As 2012 comes to an end, I find myself yet another year older and as the days pass, I also find myself more humble and contemplative. 2012 was a year of division, a year of strife, a year of conflict. Yet it was also a year of hope and a year of dreams. In this spirit, I think that perhaps a moment of reflection is due.
Over the years, I have encountered many whom I consider inspirations. There are those who suffer the worst indignities of disease and suffering yet hold their heads high. There are those who cling to their beliefs of what is right when all others around them urge them to do wrong, and there are those whose upright posture and forthright manner inspire others to be honest and dignified in all aspects of life.
But my hero is Godzilla. He never took any crap from anybody.
He kicked King Kong’s ass and when push came to shove he wasn’t against the occasional low blow.
Right in the circus peanuts!
He knew how to make an entrance. As Leo Durocher once said, he doesn’t enter a place like he owns it, he enters a place like he doesn’t care who owns it.
This pyro puts the WWE to shame. Think Kane has a lot of flames in his entrance? Think again.
He never let his prison record set him back either. Whenever I hear people say that there are no opportunities for ex-cons I just laugh.
And above all, he can dance!
You can have your Gamera, you can keep your Barugan, and don’t even mention Spiga in the same breath. This is Godzilla. And this is my hero.
Why is Saturday Comics being reposted at Christmastime? because this one features not just Batman, not just big apes, not just Jimmy Olsen, but read on for the Christmas Classic Santa Claus Conquers the Martians.
You’re welcome.
December 10, 2011
Sometimes comic companies seem to lose their minds. You look at what they put out and you wonder who they expect to buy it. I’m not talking about a badly written story or an issue with bad art, I am talking about a comic whose very cover makes you think that just maybe the publisher has had a stroke. This week I present five WTF? covers and I am proud/sad to say that I own four of them.
There was a time that Batman was so popular that you could put anything on the newsstands and it would sell as long as it had Batman on the cover. Now while I am firmly of the opinion that everything is better with apes, this one leaves me scratching my head.
First of all, the ape is wearing a cowl, presumably to protect its identity. But Batman goes right ahead and blows it by blurting out his name. Way to go, Bruce.
Secondly, the gorilla must have ripped that flag pole out of its base on the roof, and I am just not sure gorillas are that strong. And really, did Batman and Robin have no other way of getting across the rooftops? Did they forget their Batropes at home?
And finally, why? Why bother? Does Batman really need an ape sidekick?
But I have to be honest. If I were a kid I would have totally bought that issue.
Sticking with Big Apes (forgive me) we have this issue of Konga’s Revenge, based on the Ape from Konga which you may recall from The Late Night Movie House of Crap.
This is a comic book starring a giant rampaging ape. Did that not offer enough creative opportunities that the creators found it necessary to send him back in time too? Is Konga that much more exciting when facing a Trojan warrior? In my opinion, once you have a giant ape running amok, why mess with a good thing?
I’ve covered Jimmy Olsen comics before and I am more convinced than ever that DC had no clue what to do with that book.
I must admit that not only do I own this book, I love it. It really is a lot of fun. But above all, you have to admire the sheer ego, gall, and chutzpah it took for Stan Lee and Jack Kirby to put themselves into the comic- and as the stars, no less!
The premise is that, on “our” Earth, the editors and staff of Marvel Comics received a mysterious package that turned them into the Fantastic Four. That’s Stan Lee as Mr. Fantastic, Jack Kirby as The Thing, Sol Brodsky as The Human Torch, and Flo Steinberg as The Invisible Woman. Admittedly, the Marvel bullpen was already legendary, and none more so than Stan and Jack, but to put themselves out there are comic book stars? Sheer hubris.
Honestly, I look at that cover and I cannot decide between “genius” and “crap.” And while I think I fall on the “crap” side of things, I’ve got to say that with a cover like that, how could that comic not sell?
On the other hand, the movie is utter, utter trash.
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