Author: Ryan

  • Julbock the Christmas Goat

    Courtesy of Warren Ellis: Every year a small town in Sweden erects 13-metre high wooden goat, and almost every year someone burns it down.

    Goat Highlights:

    1966: The first goat is burned down – beginning the tradition
    1970: It is set on fire six hours after being erected
    1971: Tired of arson, the project is abandoned. Schoolchildren build a miniature. It is smashed to pieces.
    1976: A car crashes into the goat
    1979: The goat is burned down before it is finished
    1987: The goat is treated with fire-proofing – but still goes up in smoke

    You have to love the Swedes: Grand design, quirky humour, indomitable persistence.

    Hey, look: A year-by-year synopsis of the goat! They’re even crazier than I’d previously thought:

    In 1989 the goat burned down before it was even built. A public collection was taken up and a new goat was built, which burned down in January.

  • Brian Wood Doublebill: DMZ and Local

    I will freely admit to my ignorance of Brian Wood‘s work. I realize he’s a sort of indie icon, and I’m the sort of guy who tries to keep up with indie icons. I may have missed the boat with Demo, but I’m at least getting on at the ground floor with the two series he launched recently: The story of a New York engulfed in war and violence in DMZ, and the much simpler story of a girl, a boy, and a prescription in Local

    DMZ is by far the bigger of the two, and that’s not even considering the DC/Vertigo backing. In the not-too-distant future, the United States has undergone a painful separation, with the Free States breaking off. New Jersey sides with the separatists, Brooklyn and Queens remain part of the United States, and Manhattan is stuck in the middle, a devastated no-man’s land – or, to be precise, the titular Demilitarized Zone.

    After years of war, a temporary ceasefire allows an award-winning journalist the opportunity to report on the situation in Manhattan. His crew includes photo intern Matthew Roth, whose father got him the prestigious gig without, it seems, actually explaining what it was. Matthew is swept up in the bustle of the assignment, and is quickly packed into a helicopter flying into the bombed-out, sniper-filled island of Manhattan.

    None of this really matters. The politics aren’t given much time beyond explaining the basic premise, and the journalistic mission quickly falls by the wayside as Matthew finds himself stranded in Manhattan. As luck, or plot, may have it, he finds himself taking shelter with one of the few helpful people on the island – a former med student who’s only interested in Matthew’s first aid supplies in return for helping him out.

    If it’s all a bit convenient and expository, it’s because one suspects little of this will actually matter over the course of the series. Wood explains that it’s the people, not the war, that he’s really interested in, and we see very little of the people beyond Matthew and his rescuer. Matthew gets a brief scolding about his perceptions of Manhattan – “We’re not your enemy, we just live here” – but any actual character development or exploration is left for future issues.

    All this makes the first issue almost entirely setup, though it contains far more bombings, gunfire, and helicopter crashes than one generally expects of setup. There’s unquestionably some great storytelling potential in the scenario, but very little of it is on display here.

    By contrast, almost nothing at all happens in Local, Wood’s simultaneous effort published by Oni Press. In Portland, Oregon, Megan McKeenan and her boyfriend argue in a parked car outside a pharmacy. The boyfriend, jittery, irritable, and going through withdrawal, sends Megan into the pharmacy with a fake prescription. It’s probably not giving away much of the plot to suggest that a pharmacist is not at all likely to fall for a prescription forged by a freaked-out drug addict.

    And, of course, Megan is busted. But that’s not entirely the point, as the story quickly starts over again, and once more Megan is sent into the pharmacy with the forged prescription. And again, and again. Each time the result is different, but it’s seldom satisfactory. There are two possibilities at work here: The first is the Megan is some sort of super-being, re-shuffling time to ensure a positive outcome. The second, far more plausible given the story title (“Ten Thousand Thoughts per second”), is that she’s simply considering each option, playing it out in her head – sometimes to overly melodramatic effect.

    The overall effect is something like Run Lola Run with less action and more emphasis on character. For such a simple story, it’s incredibly compelling: Through one simple task, with several variations, Wood establishes Megan’s character perfectly. She obviously doesn’t want to get busted for fraud and narcotics trafficking, but what does she want?

    I’m only familiar with Ryan Kelly’s name as Peter Gross’ collaborator on Lucifer, where I couldn’t tell who did what, but he makes a name for himself with some stellar work. There’s a definite Paul Pope influence, but it’s smoothed out at several points. It’s a true collaborative effort between Kelly & Wood – you’ve got to be good to tell the same basic story four times in one issue and keep the reader interested. How good is Local? I read it on my way home on the streetcar. I read it once, and wasn’t quite sure what I’d read, so I read it again. It was on my third time through that I realized I’d missed my stop by about ten blocks.

    Brian Wood’s strength lies in his character work, and Local shines a spotlight on a compelling character you’ll want to follow across 12 issues and most of the continent. DMZ is almost the opposite – all plot and little character – and suffers, though it’s not without potential. Wood’s on a hot streak, at any rate, with one sure thing and another series that bears watching.

  • Aronofsky & Graphic Novels

    Very interesting interview with Darren Aronofsky over at Newsarama about the two different streams he found for The Fountain: The film, which was bludgeoned by Hollywood executives, and the graphic novel:

    Filmmaking, you have to collaborate with the studio and with the money people to get the final vision on the screen, but in the case of the graphic novel, the pressures are less from the studio. The other thing with the graphic novel, he could put the camera anywhere, and do any type of shot – budget and money didn’t matter at all with him, so that was kind of another limit that we could take off of the story in telling it as a graphic novel.

    This is the sort of thing I’ve been saying forever: In a comic book, you can do absolutely anything, and it’s nice to see a “famous” person recognize it. Why don’t more comics people – both fans and creators – recognize it, too?

  • Publisher’s Weekly Best of 2005

    While I work on a few reviews of stuff (Local! Seven Soldiers! Y!), some thoughts on the Publishers Weekly list of best comics of 2005:

    Epileptic: I’d like to read this. I probably will some day. I’m just not in much of a rush.

    Ex-Machina: The First Hundred Days: I read this in monthly format, so don’t need the collection. The first issue was absolutely fantastic, but the next four were cliched and predictable.

    The Rabbi’s Cat: Again, something I’d like to read but isn’t at the top of my list. Higher priority than Epileptic, though.

    Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: One of my favourites. Not as good as the first volume, but still a great mix of pop culture references and genuine character moments.

    Ghost in the Shell 2: Man-Machine Interface: Saw the first movie. Never read either manga. Probably will, some day.

    WE3: Yep, it’s just that good. Surprisingly straightforward story from Morrison, beautifully emotional writing, and mind-blowing art from Frank Quitely.

    Black Hole: I’ve ordered this from Amazon. I’ll have thoughts in a few weeks.

    King: Doesn’t really grab me. I’m not sure why.

    MBQ vol. 1 and The Genshiken vol. 1: Okay, I’m still working on reading more manga. I’ll probably check these two out at some point.

    Gemma Bovery: This looks good. I’ll have to read it.

    Why Are You Doing This: Again, something I want to pick up.

    Yotsuba&!: I’ve heard many recommendations for this from people with good taste, so this is a reasonably imminent purchase.

    Walt and Skeezix : Book One: No interest at all.

    Salamander Dream: I read most of this when Hope Larson was serializing it online. Beautiful art, simple story.

    Tricked: Big book. Will read some day.

    Night Fisher: Interesting.

    Dramacon: Meh.

    Astonishing X-Men Volume 1: Gifted: As much as I love Whedon, this reads like another riff on classic Claremont stories. I gave up after three issues. Cassaday’s fantastic, but I’d rather see him on Planetary or I am Legion.

    Street Angel: Another favourite. It’s goofy and absurd, but perfectly executed. I seem to be the only person who preferred the fourth issue, but that’s okay.

    It seems I have a lot of books to read. Bah. Anyone who wants to send me books or money is welcome to do so.

  • All Star Superman #1

    I have never been a huge Superman fan.

    I’ve dabbled from time to time – I find it hard to believe that anyone who seriously reads comics never has – but it’s just never really set in. I read the Death of Superman, Funeral of Superman, and Resurrection of Superman stories, I tried reading some of Greg Rucka’s work on the character, and have picked up the odd issue here and there, but…

    It’s not that these books were bad. They may not have been highlights of the medium, but they were generally decent exercises in storytelling. The problem, ultimately, is that they just weren’t good enough to be Superman stories.

    Superman is simply so iconic, so incredibly important to both the medium of comics and the genre of superheroes – and we are told this so often – that one can’t fail to be disappointed that the actual books seldom live up to the legacy. If you were to read nearly any Superman book from the past two decades, it would be understandable if you asked “What’s the big deal?”

    One of the complaints levelled against Superman is that he’s just too super. He has super-strength, super-speed, and super-vision, and on top of that he’s just a super guy: He saves girls, dogs, cats and planets with equal enthusiasm, and always says please and thank you. He’s such an ideal character that he’s almost no character at all.

    Grant Morrison doesn’t think so. Instead of making Superman weaker – either physically or morally – he makes him stronger. Instead of making Superman more real, he makes the threats more incredible. Want to show off how amazing Superman is? Send him on a rescue mission to the sun. Where he not only saves a spaceship from crashing into a sunspot the size of South America, but saves the crew from a genetically modified human bomb being remote-controlled by Lex Luthor.

    And then Morrison makes Superman more powerful.

    Lois Lane is so supremely confident in Superman that she writes her headlines before he’s finished saving the day. Jimmy Olsen is a nerd who flies a jet pack to work and wears a Super Watch. Lex Luthor is a bad, bad man. Superman is a hero who saves a boy and his dog without a second thought. This is what people really mean when they talk about iconic storytelling: Everything about Superman and his world is defined right here.

    This isn’t the best comic of the year. It’s not even the best Grant Morrison comic of the year. But it’s the best Superman comic I’ve ever read, and that’s a pretty amazing thing.

  • Dear Internet Users

    Frank Quitely.

    Not Frank Quietly.

    Also: Frank Miller. Mark Millar.

    It’s really not hard.

    Thank you.

  • Why Comics Are Fucking Awesome

    Reasons why I totally love comics. They’re in no order at all.

    • Andy Diggle & Jock on The Losers
    • Scott Pilgrim, by Bryan O’Malley
    • Street Angel
    • Grant Morrison
    • Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely together
    • Warren Ellis when he gets to write whatever the hell he likes
    • Maus
    • Mike Allred
    • Peter Milligan writing whatever the hell he feels like
    • Sandman
    • Chris Ware
    • Chris Claremont’s X-Men (the first time around)
    • John Ostrander’s DCU work (Suicide Squad, Firestorm, Spectre, Hawkman)
    • Bill Sienkiewicz
    • Ninjas
    • Slave Labor
    • Oni Press
    • Vertigo
    • Alan Moore
    • Frank Miller
    • Greg Rucka’s Queen & Country
    • Project Superior
    • Adrian Tomine
    • Mike Carey’s Lucifer
    • Brian Michael Bendis’ Alias
    • J.H. Williams III
    • Owly
    • Brian K. Vaughan and Pia GuerraThere’s probably a lot more that’s just plain slipped my mind. But these are some of the reasons that keep me coming back week after week, month after month.
  • Shuffly: Because I saw someone else do it

    People do this sort of thing on blogs, apparently: Generate a random mp3 playlist.

    Here are the 10 random songs that came up randomly after several random shuffles:

    • Emperor Tomato Ketchup, Sterolab
    • Last Dance, The Dirty Three
    • The Lamb, Low
    • Lie Dream of a Casino Soul, The Fall
    • Fade Together, Franz Ferdinand
    • Bells for Her, Tori Amos
    • Chickfactor, Belle & Sebastian
    • Our Time, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
    • Where Is My Mind? The Pixies
    • KB, Elastica

    Nothing that I really love there. Where Is My Mind is classic, and Our Time may be my favourite YYY’s song. Weaker contributions from Tori, Belle, and Elastica.

    Wow. I hit shuffle one more time, and a very good playlist came up. Pity I shan’t be able to impress anyone with it.

  • The Losers vol. 3 review

    Let’s be entirely clear about this: There are action movies,
    and then there are Action Movies.  The
    former are cheap and plentiful and can be found at your average movie theatre
    on just about any given weekend.  They
    usually come with a big budget, plentiful advertising, mid-range acting talent
    and a script dragged from the bottom of the “Generic Action Thriller”
    barrel.  They’re made by directors who
    assume that viewers don’t care about characterization as long as they see some
    big explosions, and that spending a lot of money on special effects and CGI is
    a substitute for being intelligent and inventive.  They often compete for the much sought-after
    title of “Shortest Time From Theatrical Release to DVD”.

    The latter are much rarer. 
    Take your vintage Spielberg, Cameron, Tarantino or Rodriguez and look at
    how they make a movie: Big budgets and explosions are still found aplenty, but
    they realize there’s no point in blowing up a building if the audience doesn’t
    care about the people inside, and that all the rock-em sock-em action
    spectaculars in the world don’t make up for a lazy script. 

    Andy Diggle’s The
    Losers
    falls in the latter category. 
    At root, the book is about a team of rogue special forces operatives who
    go around blowing stuff up and shooting people. 
    But Diggle keeps the script smart and snappy, throws in twists and turns
    aplenty, and the artistic team keeps finding ways to show off action sequences
    in ways that grab your attention and hold it down while they pummel it with
    even more breathtaking sequences. 

    This third volume continues The Losers search for Max, the mysterious person pulling strings at
    the CIA and funnelling money around the Goliath Oil Company.  The first part of the story takes them to the
    Persian Gulf kingdom of Qatar, where Max had invested in a seemingly abandoned
    and useless oil rig.  Their arrival is
    not unexpected, though, and the Qatari government soon ropes them into sticky
    situation: The CIA and a terrorist cell are at each other’s throats, and the
    government wants to avoid American bloodshed without actively opposing the
    Anti-American factions within the Royal Family. 

    The art for these opening chapters is provided by Nick
    Dragotta, whose style is a fairly jarring change for those used to Jock’s
    stylish and edgy work on the title.  It
    at times feels a bit too light and cartoonish for the dark and realistic style
    Jock has established, but once you’re past the stylistic differences, it
    becomes clear that Dragotta’s got a style and sense of design all his own.  He turns in some fantastic action sequences,
    including a chase through the streets of Doha and the terrorist attack on the
    CIA office. 

    Ale Garza’s work on Blowback is much more in line with the
    books’ overall style.  Diggle and Garza
    turn the spotlight on Aisha, the freedom fighter, terrorist, CIA informant and
    who-knows-what-else as she attempts to break an old comrade out of CIA holding
    in Turkmenistan.  Aisha goes into all-out
    James Bond mode as she employs deception, disguise and a whole mess of violence
    take down prison guards, soldiers and the CIA. 
    Her nearly-invincible, totally-lethal approach brings to mind Frank
    Miller’s Miho, and she may enjoy her brutal brand of violence more than
    strictly necessary.  The story spends
    expands on her personality and motivations, yet still leaves plenty of
    questions unanswered – such as what the heck she’s doing with The Losers.

    The highlight of the third volume – and perhaps the entire
    series to this point – is The Pass, in which Diggle finally explains the events
    that led The Losers to their current
    path as officially “dead” and rogue agents.  Working as “military advisors” in
    Pakistan in 1998, The Losers are sent
    to eliminate a suspected terrorist connected to Al Qaeda at his stronghold in
    the Khyber Pass.  The plan is simple:
    Stake the place out, wait for Ahmed Fadhil to show up, then signal an airstrike
    with a laser-guided missile. 

    As is usual in The
    Losers
    , everything is not as it seems. 
    Fadhil shows up as scheduled, but the unexpected cargo that arrives
    forces a spontaneous rescue mission. 
    From there, everything spirals out of control as they encounter a secret
    that was supposed to be dead and buried. 
    The status quo seems to change with every page, and Diggle keeps the
    script tight and full of tension. 
    Regular artist Jock returns and makes every page count, from the early
    and carefree days of The Losers to
    the breathtaking conclusion.  The team
    appears more human than ever as they alter their mission parameters to perform
    a truly heroic deed.  The final chapters
    are nearly impossible to put down, and the inevitable “death” of the
    team is heartbreaking.  On top of that,
    the volume ends on a fantastic cliffhanger that makes me wonder if I can stand
    to wait another 6 months for the next trade.

    The Losers shows
    that action and excitement don’t have to preclude intelligence and
    characterization.  Despite a somewhat
    cliched premise, the book remains excellent because of the attention paid to
    the little things: Diggle, Jock and the others have defined each character
    well, given them both large and small motivations, and made sure they’re not
    just cyphers for the advancement of the plot. 
    The story itself remains intelligent and unpredictable – there are
    plenty of unexpected twists and “Ooooh, cool!” moments to be found
    here.

    The relatively poor sales of The Losers continues to be somewhat baffling.  While not every great book can be a hit, The Losers is one of those books that
    really should be.  It’s not a
    particularly artsy, literary or intentionally obtuse book; on the contrary,
    it’s got to be one of the most accessible appealing books on the market.  Put it on film, and it would be right up
    there at the box office with X-Men and Spider-Man.  While the comic market currently marginalizes
    non-superhero books, The Losers is
    one book that deserves to break the pattern. 
    It’s one of the fastest, funniest and most exciting books on the stands,
    and Trifecta just about takes the formula to the max.

  • Beer Is Good; Moving Is Bad

    Long, long, long week.

    We moved offices last Friday. This is stressful enough: Having to pack up an entire office, particularly when you only have two full-time employees, but everything went reasonably well: Everything was packed up and ready to go when the movers showed up. Yay for us.

    But the wrinkle is that our new office was being renovated. And the renovations were behind schedule. While the movers had no problem collecting our stuff at the old office, they weren’t able to put things where they were supposed to be at the new office on account of all the drywalling and painting still going on. The wiring wasn’t complete, so our phone system couldn’t be intalled. This was okay, since it meant I could go home early.

    On Monday, things were not much improve’d. More painting and drywalling to do, though the wiring was complete – they could set up our phones, if not the computer network. Mr. Publisher showed up for an hour for a meeting. I drank orange juice. Marketing Lass and I (Production Lad?) went shopping at Ikea for new furniture. Bought desks and a chair. Went home early.

    Tuesday saw marked improvements. Most of the renovations were complete, so we set about unpacking. That is to say, we made preparations to unpack, which involved transferring various boxes and items of furniture from one room to another. It was like some bizarre logic puzzle involving two sheep, a velociraptor, and a small canoe. Much lifting involved. Too many books. Before lunch, I had realized I hated books. This may prove problematic if I am to continue a career in publishing.

    On Wednesday, the network was working. Our internet was not. There was much gnashing of teeth. We unpacked the library and set all the accursed books in their proper place. Got as far as “R” before we realized we had missed a box containing a large portion of the letter “C”. There was considerably more gnashing of teeth, followed by mad hysterics of those whose brains have just snapped, which in turn was followed by considerable profanity. And then more laughter, profanity, and eventual re-organization of the bookshelf. Possibly even in that order.

    I don’t even remember what happened on Thursday. Internet started working around 3, which meant we all had to read through nearly a week’s worth of email and attempt to respond to it in some sort of timely and organized fashion. I failed.

    On Friday, I got some work done. And I assembled a new chair.

    Then I went home, made fajitas and drank beer.

    There will be a prize for the loyal reader who correctly guesses my favourite portion of the week.

    No, it’s not a real prize. Something like “respect” or “love” or “lustful thoughts of Scarlett Johannson.”