When Batman comics meet the boxing world

While I don’t particularly care for boxing in real life, I’m a huge sucker for boxing in fiction. I’m a fan of Brian De Palma’s Snake Eyes and Raoul Walsh’s Gentleman Jim. Hell, Robert Wise’s The Set-Up is up there as one of my all-time favorite movies. I’m also fascinated by the fact that this is probably the most prominent sport in Batman comics…

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Boxing has served as the basis for interrogation scenes (like in the classic Joker tale from Batman #251), for action set pieces (Batman #466 features a chase at a Hall of Boxing Heroes), and for small character moments such as this one:

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Or this one:

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In part, I guess the comics’ infatuation with pugilism has to do with the fact that this is not just a popular sport, but a common motif in crime fiction. Besides the melodramatic raw matter of sweaty people punching other people for a living and the simple visuals of the square ring, there is something easily metaphorical about the whole thing. It’s no wonder some of the greatest crime films of all time feature boxers among the main characters, including the original The Killers, 99 River Street, On the Waterfront, and Pulp Fiction. Even the classic Body and Soul is more of a crime flick than a sports movie, with very little boxing until the climax (ultimately, the film is best seen as one of a string of super-gritty, leftist social dramas of the late 1940s, along with Thieves’ Highway and Brute Force).

As far as Batman tales go, my favorite take on the symbolic potential of boxing is the white-knuckle thriller ‘Count Ten… and Die!’ (The Brave and the Bold #88, cover-dated February-March 1970). This is the one that opens with Bruce Wayne in a dusty slum, about to enter a dingy place whose sign offers rooms for 50¢ a night while the narration informs readers that it’s ‘night in Gotham City, and the neon glows feverishly, like the hopes of defeated men…’ Bruce is looking for retired heavyweight champion Ted Grant (aka Wildcat), whom he eventually convinces to coach the US boxing team at the World Youth Games, in Vienna. Once they get to Austria, Grant is challenged for a match with Russian boxer Koslov (aka the Hammer) and is forced to face his insecurities.

Bob Haney’s script is full of hardboiled lines and his usual anything-goes attitude, adding a whole espionage subplot just for the hell of it. Moreover, having set the main story in Vienna, Haney can’t resist throwing a couple of winks to the brilliant film noir The Third Man, including a key exchange at Prater’s Ferris wheel. In contrast to Orson Welles and his witty cuckoo clock speech, though, the Dark Knight has a blunter approach when he wants to be persuasive:

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Regardless, the most obvious parallel that comes to mind when reading this story today is with Rocky IV (made fifteen years later). Like the brutal Rocky Balboa vs Ivan Drago match, the fight between Grant and Koslov is a blatant Cold War allegory, athletically illustrated by Irv Novick’s pencils and Mike Esposito’s inks:

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Batman and Wildcat teamed up again a bunch of times after this story and, of course, Bob Haney always made a point of including at least one slugfest to show off Ted Grant’s boxing skills. The most memorable one took place in ‘May the Best Man Die!’ (The Brave and the Bold #118), a tale packed with hard-hitting fights, brought to life by Jim Aparo’s muscular art. At one point, the Joker – aka the ‘Grinning Jackal of Crime’ – forced Grant and the Caped Crusader to box with deadly metal gloves by threatening to kill a puppy that had the cure for a rare tropical disease affecting 600 prison inmates. (Don’t ask.) This was such a great visual that it was revisited in Batman/Wildcat – an uninspired mini-series written by Chuck Dixon and Beau Smith.

Wildcat has actually popped up in quite a few other Batman comics over the years. For instance, he has teamed up with Tim Drake (Robin #31) and it has been retroactively established that Ted Grant was the one who taught Selina Kyle how to fight (in Catwoman: Her Sister’s Keeper). And not just her:

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Moreover, while 1997’s Batman/Wildcat isn’t worth your time, the Catwoman/Wildcat mini Dixon and Smith did the following year does hit all the right notes. With lively art by Sergio Cariello and Tom Palmer, this blood-splattered comic has the Dixon-Smith duo channeling their inner Garth Ennis as they throw the titular characters into a slapstick romp about a failed heist targeting the payouts of a major fight in Las Vegas. The script gives Wildcat a suitably rugged voice (‘The man upstairs must still like me. He keeps makin’ my knuckles just a little harder than the punks’ jaws.’), which plays very nicely against Selina’s smart-ass style.

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But what about boxing in Gotham City itself? Well, the city is bound to have an eccentric relationship with sports – after all, this is a city where watching a hockey game at the stadium means you may end up gassed and robbed by a gang patterning its crimes after the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World (as shown in Detective Comics #368). Needless to say, boxing is no exception when it comes to Gotham’s vices… As early as 1941, ‘Suicide Beat!’ (Batman #6) gave us a glimpse of an underworld with seedy gangsters fixing fights. We saw a little more of it in ‘The Park Avenue Kid’ (Detective Comics #174), an odd little tale in which Bruce Wayne temporarily became a prizefighter (admittedly, this was a bit goofy, but still not as goofy as the boxing scene in Charlie Chaplin’s City Lights!).

Curiously, another comic where we get a close look at Gotham’s typically corrupt boxing milieu is the surprisingly good Batman versus Predator (well, perhaps not that surprising considering that it was written by Dave Gibbons, who has penned his share of cool Batman yarns, namely a World’s Finest mini-series and the amusing short story ‘The Black and White Bandit’). One of the most accomplished entries in the whole Predator franchise, this 1991 crossover sees the titular monster applying strange alien logic in order to hunt down Gotham’s strongest contenders. He starts out with the city’s boxers, attacking the home of the most recent heavyweight champion, which leads to a callback to the franchise’s most famous R-rated line:

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That said, if you really want a proper boxing saga set in Gotham City, then you’ll have to pick up the two awesome issues I’ll be discussing next week…

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (June)

As you can probably guess by the title and content of this blog, I’m a big fan of DC characters and comic books – and not just the ones set in the DC Universe, but also the stuff published through Vertigo, WildStorm, and America’s Best Comics. Sure, as a company, DC has done plenty of things that are tough to stomach, from the terrible way they treated Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster to the not-terrible-enough way they treated Eddie Berganza… Still, I try to keep a (generally) positive attitude at Gotham Calling and to focus more on the works themselves than on the industry behind them (as much as that distinction makes any sense when talking about a creative field).

That said, DC sometimes makes it damn hard to endorse their output, even if you try to disconnect it from the real world. As if things weren’t bad enough in the cinematic branch, the comic book editors have proven to be increasingly willing to dilute the silver in the catalog at the expense of ruining their greatest assets. In particular, the whole Geoff-Johns-takes-a-shot-at-everything-Alan-Moore-has-created-for-DC motif keeps reaching new extremes! They also recently brought ABC’s Tom Strong and Promethea into the DCU… To be fair, this could be handled in a way that, if not necessarily respectful, is at least interesting and entertaining – however, against the toxic background of the current Watchmen sequel, those moves cannot avoid a distinctive whiff of desperation, if not outright spite.

It’s a shame, really, because spin-offs, crossovers, and cameos *can* be fun. We certainly didn’t need a second John Wick or a sequel to Blade Runner or a Han Solo origin tale, but – for all their flaws – those turned out to be pretty rewarding movies. Going back to comics, I used to love it when The Sandman’s cast occasionally popped up in The Spectre or in JLA or even in Johns’ JSA! And Tom Strong, at least, has starred in a handful of good stories without the direct involvement of the original creative team. Alas, I just don’t trust DC anymore.

Anyway, it’s not the end of the world. Fortunately, there are several other works to enjoy out there. In fact, here is your monthly reminder that comics can be awesome:

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On Return of the Caped Crusaders

I tend to give DC a lot of flak for their frustrating live-action movies in recent years. The best one, by far, was Patty Jenkins’ Wonder Woman, which had a handful of cool scenes and broke some new ground by focusing on a female superhero – but even there the plot was quite pedestrian and, as a feminist text, the film remained pretty superficial (for a much more thought-provoking meditation on the character, watch Angela Robinson’s Professor Marston and the Wonder Women). Meanwhile, Marvel Studios continues to score one hit after another: this year alone, we got Black Panther (which blew everyone away with its political take on the notion of, not just a black superhero, but an African super-country) and Avengers: Infinity War (which amazingly pulled off a Star Wars-level epic space opera / crossover event, complete with geeky nods, over-the-top slugfests, and personal sacrifices galore, not to mention a killer ending).

That said, not everything is wrong in the world of DC-related filmmaking. Notably, it’s worth keeping an eye on the company’s animated line. For instance, while Sam Liu’s Batman and Harley Quinn was far from perfect, that movie occasionally brought back some of the old BTAS magic (albeit with tons of sex jokes). The best of the lot, though, is Return of the Caped Crusaders, based on ABC’s Batman television show from the 1960s.

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The original show was all sorts of fun – part cliffhanger-based adventure serial, part live-action cartoon for kids, part self-reflexive slapstick comedy (not too distant from Get Smart, from around the same time), with a touch of Andy Warhol. It was also insanely successful for a while, inspiring a nationwide wave of Batmania. Moreover, since the opening of its first episode – in which the Riddler attacked the Prime Minister of Moldavia with an exploding cake – the series was steeped in Cold War imagery (the Batcave even had a nuclear reactor). In fact, despite the parodic wholesomeness of the heroes, there was a super spy flair to the proceedings, as each episode would feature at least one gorgeous lady and one groovy deathtrap or a bizarre murder attempt, not to mention some outrageous set designs, a psychedelic soundtrack, and plenty of colorful smoke.

In one way or another, subsequent Batman comics have lived in the shadow of this show’s resonance in popular culture, sometimes riffing on it head-on.

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For the past five years, DC has been churning out all-ages books that follow the TV series’ tone and characters, cheerfully embracing its strangest features. For the most part, these comics have been delightful, even paying homage to one of my favorite recurring bits –  the window cameos:

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The recent crossovers Batman ’66 meets Steed and Mrs. Peel (by Ian Edginton and Matthew Dow Smith) and Batman ’66 meets the Legion of Super-Heroes (by Lee and Michael Allred) are especially entertaining, capturing the show’s lighthearted vibe while telling stories in a much bigger scale.

In the same vein, 2016 saw the release of an animated sequel: Return of the Caped Crusaders, directed by Rick Morales from a screenplay by Michael Jelenic and James Tucker. Naturally, a big selling point is how close the film feels to the TV series. Some of the old stars reprise their roles, including Adam West (the sexiest Batman), Burt Ward (the Boy Wonder), and Julie Newmar (Catwoman). You get the same kind of visual style heavily informed by Dutch angles, plus the obligatory onomatopoeic fight scenes (one of them in space!). In typical fashion, the villains’ plan makes little sense and the Dynamic Duo’s outlandish leaps of logic are a joy to hear, thanks to Adam West’s offbeat, deadpan delivery.

Embedded in the usual strain of tongue-in-cheek humor, there are metafictional winks for the fans, like when Batman gets hit on the head and momentarily visualizes the different actresses who played Catwoman in the series. As the title suggests, the film has its share of fun at the expense of Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns and Tim Burton’s Batman Returns – a key plot point involves West’s upbeat adventurer gradually turning into a brooding, sadistic anti-hero, highlighting how preposterously this attitude would work out in such a wacky reality.

Even viewers unfamiliar with the old show – or who don’t hold it in high regard – can still have a good time watching Return of the Caped Crusaders. For one thing, the animation is pure eye candy, including a kickass car chase and a wonderful credits sequence built around classic comic book covers. Moreover, many of the scenes are just plain funny – for instance, the opening with Robin learning to ballet dance as part of his crimefighting training is the sort of thing that both sounds goofy and it actually makes sense in an oddball kind of way, once you’ve accepted everything else around it (which is the essence of Batman’s world, at the end of the day).

Last year, the team reunited for another madcap sequel, Batman vs. Two-Face, which introduced the titular villain (voiced by William Shatner) by giving him a silly origin worthy of the show’s campy spirit. All in all, both these films are a hoot, despite the absence of further window cameos

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10 WTF Batman covers, by Neal Adams

Neal Adams’ work in Batman comics is often associated with gothic art. The tales he drew in the early 1970s (collected in stark black & white in Showcase Presents: Batman, volumes 5 and 6) are mandatory reading for any fans of moody, horror-influenced pencils. They deserve a place on your shelf right next to anthologies like Creepy Presents Bernie Wrightson and Gary Gianni’s MonsterMen and Other Scary Stories.

However, there is another, more playful side to Neal Adams’ craft which I think is worth highlighting. For a while, he specialized in covers with bombastic and intriguing premises – the kind of shamelessly shocking stuff that made readers curious and puzzled and damn giddy to check out the main story inside that issue, even when they suspected the image was probably a cheat…

Such over-the-top sensationalism creates quite a cool contrast with Adam’s naturalistic style, as you can almost believe that basic laws of physics apply in his version of the DC Universe (except, sometimes, to Batman’s cape). This makes the stakes seem so much higher, especially as the covers tend to go for literal depictions of upcoming scenes, with only the occasional venture into pure symbolism (as in Detective Comics #398). The result was a string of truly exciting and dramatic images!

Here are ten beautiful examples:

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Al & Bruce – the sunday strip

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You know what I would totally read? A Calvin & Hobbes-like newspaper comic strip just with exchanges between Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth…

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (May)

As the world slides into a bigger mess and as the entertainment industry further displays its seedier underside, it is harder to uncritically consume pop culture. That said, I do continue to find a degree of comfort in engaging with pulpy adventures and fantasy. For all their escapist trappings, these narratives can at least deliver a form of temporary catharsis. (I’ve no doubt that, somewhere out there, countless papers are being written on the Trump era’s overpowering sense of helplessness as mirrored in blockbusters like Logan, The Last Jedi, and Infinity War.)

With that in mind, here is another monthly reminder that comics can be awesome…

 

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More minor but cool sci-fi comics

I did one of these last month, after watching Annihilation. Now, to celebrate the return of Westworld, I’m spotlighting another half-dozen underrated sci-fi comics:

 

OCEAN

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It’s a testament to Warren Ellis’ creative mind and writing skills that Ocean is actually one of his lesser works. This thriller about a UN weapons inspector who is assigned to investigate a bunch of mysterious coffins that show up in one of Jupiter’s moons – and who then goes up against a sinister Microsoft-like corporation doing secret research in space – is a masterclass of lean storytelling and worldbuilding. While relying on generous stretches of dialogue to deliver key exposition, the comic also conjures up a believable future based on subtle reactions and visuals clues (plus, the characters’ gender and ethnicity give you a hint of social progress). There are heady sci-fi ideas and even a satirical bent in the form of a group of remote-controlled ‘corporate humans’ (‘When people are hired on, their own personality is shut off for the duration of the work contract.’).

It can sometimes be a disservice to say that a comic feels like a movie, but that’s certainly what the creators were going for here. Ocean is basically the culmination of a string of standalone projects Ellis did in the early 2000s (Global Frequency, Orbiter, Switchblade Honey, Mek, Tokyo Storm Warning, Ministry of Space) where he perfected the art of the film-like sci-fi yarn, balancing technobabble with visual awe. The gifted duo of Chris Sprouse and Karl Story then captured the sense of wonder of the vast Jupiter landscapes and nailed the cinematic rhythm while giving the whole thing even more of a Hollywood vibe by casting a Samuel L. Jackson-esque lead.

In fact, with all the craft that went into this comic, it may sound odd to charge it with lack of ambition, but I still wish it would’ve aimed higher… Ellis relies too much on shorthand characterization (as usual, done over snarky quips about coffee or boredom) and quickly wraps up the plot with a violent shoot-out plus a last-minute escape from an explosion – a pretty by-the-numbers resolution for such a promising set-up!

So yes, Ocean does feel like a cool movie. Yet it feels like one of those cool movies (like Sunshine, District 9, and 10 Cloverfield Lane) where an imaginative high concept ends up drowned – rather than enhanced – by loud action and special effects.

 

POLSTAR

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Speaking of action movie-like comics, the French series of graphic novels Polstar (by the father-son team of Jean Léturgie and Simon Léturgie) reads like a trashy celebration of every cyberpunk blockbuster you’ve ever seen, only with the ultra-violence ramped up to eleven.

Set in 2060, at the heart of a totalitarian empire ruled by a sadistic triumvirate, the first three books tell the outrageous revenge story of a schlubby cab driver – Nicolas Polstar – who goes on a rampage after the brutal murder of his family (including an incubator which he considers his mother). The murder was a set-up designed to frame a revolutionary leader called ‘Le Mérou’ (The Grouper). A computer glitch led the triumvirate to believe Polstar was the right man to take out the Grouper, but they end up getting way more than they bargained for… Before the story is over, this short-sized, big-nosed, psycho anti-hero not only eviscerates more people than Beatrix Kiddo, he also teams up with a deranged cannibal, a traumatized little girl, and a Bruce Willis-lookalike who leads a small army of apes (yes, twelve of them).

There is a nasty strain of cynicism running through the comic. For instance, it is revealed early on that the Grouper was initially the triumvirate’s creation as a strategy to keep the masses in place by giving them a faux champion of justice to channel their hopes of freedom. Moreover, this is one of those tales where the final pages mirror the first ones, leaving you with the impression that, at the end of the day, after all the slaughter and the illusion of political change, the main problems are still there.

That said, nothing here is particularly deep: on top of the derivative setting, the characters themselves are as cartoony as Simon Léturgie’s linework. His art is what keeps Polstar afloat, really – among all the nudity and gore, Léturgie’s dynamic, exaggerated style gives the material a darkly comedic edge, even as the series goes into increasingly tasteless territory. In other words, I could see Paul Verhoeven directing an adaptation of this, but it wouldn’t be half as fun!

The first three volumes came out in the late 1990s and tell a complete saga, which unfortunately has not been translated into English yet. A fourth book came out in 2002, kicking off a new adventure (and sadly undermining the previous book’s finale), but as far as I know the creators haven’t returned to the series since then.

 

THE SURROGATES

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Another dystopic yarn, the 2005 mini-series The Surrogates gives us a futuristic US in which most people stay at home and interact with each other through mechanical substitutes (‘surrogates’). The plot is quite run-of-the-mill for this type of tale: as usual, you have a murder investigation leading you around, with a small case eventually exposing the fabric of the system, including the powers pulling the strings behind the curtain as well as an organized resistance group. We’ve seen this story before, but not this peculiar world – and writer Robert Venditti succeeds in thoughtfully exploring some of the potential implications of such a technological shift in terms of wider society (the backmatter extras are particularly clever).

Although the set-up is not entirely convincing, the point isn’t necessarily to create a credible future as much as to provide a kind of allegory for the present. This belongs in the tradition of literary works like Orwell’s terrifying Nineteen Eighty-Four, Bradbury’s lyrical Fahrenheit 451, and Huxley’s trippy Brave New World – a subgenre that will continue to be reinvented as long there are new trends to engage with (see, for example, Ben Elton’s Blind Faith or any episode of Black Mirror). In other words, even though The Surrogates’ science doesn’t fully hold up, thematically the comic remains pretty topical, as it gives the speculative treatment to trends like online avatars, the mechanization of everyday life, and our culture’s obsession with body image. Seen through that lens, exchanges like the one above, with two hardboiled cops making fun of a guy who uses a female surrogate, come across less as specifically transphobic than as part of the comic’s overall comment on the multiple layers of identity politics – after all, almost everyone in this universe (the cops included) is living through an imagined version of their body, which rarely matches their biological one.

I haven’t seen the film adaptation, but I heard it’s not very good. The movie seems to suffer from Hollywood’s tendency to downplay complex ideas in favor of action and spectacle. Furthermore, it lacks Brett Weldele’s rough-sketch art and monochromatic coloring, which are a big part of The Surrogates’ alluring mood. (Besides the adaptation, there is also a prequel graphic novel, but that’s hardly essential reading.)

 

THE VISIBLE MAN

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After an accident involving radioactive waste, Frank Hart’s skin and surface muscular tissue become transparent, so that you can now see inside his body. Because this is a comic written by Pat Mills, the protagonist may be kind of a jerk, but everyone else around him is even worse… Frank soon realizes that from now on everybody will treat him like a freak – they either fear him, hate him, and/or want to conduct cruel experiments on him.

Although the story meanders somewhat, it’s kept alive by the fast-moving, hysterical script and by the deliberately horrific art (by Carlos Trigo and Montero, with punchy letters by Jack Potter), culminating in a punk-ass, misanthropic finale.

The ‘Visible Man’ saga was originally serialized in 1978, on the pages of the British sci-fi mag 2000 AD. Six years ago, Pat Mills wrote a couple of follow-ups (illustrated by Henry Flint), but they didn’t amount to anything special.

 

WARDOG

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Set in a post-war future populated by cyborgs, sentient robots, and out-of-control military machines, this short-lived series – serialized in the anthology Judge Dredd: The Megazine – followed Jack Wardog, an amnesiac with an explosive charge on his head set to blow up if he didn’t complete his near-impossible missions on time. There was even a timer bonded to Jack’s forehead, counting down to each deadline – that’s how much of a thrill ride this was!

The character and his world were based on a videogame, which is usually an indicator that the comic book team won’t be bringing their absolute A-game to the table… And yet, Wardog was as snappy a two-fisted yarn as they come. Dan Abnett kept things tightly paced and witty, having a lot of fun with the robots’ dialogue by putting a technological spin on familiar human expressions (‘Every night, I try to reboot, but I can’t delete that face from my memory files.’). Patrick Goddard’s and Dylan Teague’s art wasn’t too flashy, it just kept the action clear enough while approaching the weirdest story elements with a deadpan attitude. The same goes for Richard Elson’s colors. Plus, the comic immediately won me over with the opening gag (in the image above).

I, for one, would totally read more Wardog adventures by this creative team.

 

ZERO HOUR AND OTHER STORIES

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For the past six years, Fantagraphics has been putting out a series of excellent collections of EC Comics short stories from the early 1950s (before the institutionalization of censorship through the Comics Code Authority). Each volume revolves around a specific illustrator, his drawings reproduced in black & white – which gives them an amazing noirish quality – and framed between interesting essays. Although not all stories have aged well, the best ones still hold up as masterpieces of the medium. I’m especially fond of the Twilight Zone-ish shockers written by Al Feldstein, even if they tend to be text-heavy, cluttering the work of talented artists with too many captions and word balloons (lettered in typescript font, just to make things worse!).

Zero Hour and Other Stories, which collects comics illustrated by Jack Kamen, may not look as gorgeous as Al Williamson’s 50 Girls 50, or feature as many powerful tales as Joe Orlando’s Judgment Day, or be as sharply satirical as Feldstein’s Child of Tomorrow, but it’s a blast in its own way. Kamen had a clean-cut, sexy style that almost felt like a parody of 50s’ wholesomeness, so of course the folks at EC assigned him the nastiest pieces of black comedy. Scripted by Feldstein and Jack Oleck, co-plotted with Bill Gaines or adapted from the works of Ray Bradbury, some stories have a Cold War vibe (particularly ‘4th Degree’ and the titular ‘Zero Hour’), but they mostly revolve around troubled gender relations, including twisted tales about scientists who use cutting edge technology to run away with their mistresses, horny nuclear war survivors (a trope of the era’s post-apocalyptic fiction, famously at the core of the novel I Am Legend), and greedy lovers whose desire to be together often culminates in a macabre punchline… not to mention the one about the abused wife who inadvertently eats her husband!

Brace yourself for more than a few misogynist stereotypes, like the nagging spouse or the cold-hearted femme fatale. Still, there is something perversely amusing and subversive in the way these comics suggest the dark impulses lurching underneath Eisenhower’s suburban America… even if the collection also contains what is perhaps EC’s tenderest moment, in the form of a tale about an alien invasion (one of many) that gets sidetracked by the aliens’ discovery of emotional and sexual attraction.

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Spotlight on Batman’s Z-list villains

Welcome to Gotham Calling’s 200th post!

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Back when we reached the first hundred posts, Zack Snyder’s Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice was about to come out and I wrote about a handful of oddball villains whom I guessed wouldn’t be showing up in the film. It was a different era: since then, we’ve had The LEGO Batman Movie, so now it seems that pretty much any character – no matter how strange or obscure – has a chance to appear on the big screen, at least in a cameo. (Between the first couple of LEGO movies and Ready Player One, there seems to be no limit to the amount of pop culture Easter eggs Warner is willing to cram into its films.)

This is the kind of thing that fills my geeky heart with joy, since I have an unabashed fondness for all the losers in Batman’s rogues’ gallery… I just love the notion that for every deranged criminal that makes it big – like the Joker and Two-Face – there are a dozen loons with preposterous gimmicks desperately trying to make a name for themselves.

For instance, take Mr. Polka-Dot (aka Polka-Dot Man), who has become a poster boy for this type of character:

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Created in the early 1960s by writer Bill Finger and artist Sheldon Moldoff (with inks by Charles Paris), Abner Krill decided to turn harmless dots into menacing weapons of crime. Thus, one of the colorful dots in his funky costume becomes a buzzsaw, another one becomes a flying saucer, yet another one becomes a tiny sun… Moreover, the targets of his robberies are all specifically related to dots and spots, including a maharaja who owns a leopard and a map company where cities are represented by dots on maps.

If this premise sounds goofy, that’s because it is: the story that introduced Mr. Polka-Dot (‘The Bizarre Polka-Dot Man’) came out during the Caped Crusader’s infamous Great Scott period, at the height of the Silver Age. With no clear motivation for the villain or explanation of how his devices worked, the whole thing was almost abstract, combining baffling lines with psychedelic images (like when Robin was attacked by dots that turned into hovering dismembered fists).

This is one of those tales in which you just know the Dynamic Duo is going to use the villain’s theme against him and part of the fun is trying to figure out how they’ll pull it off. There is also a puzzle in the pattern of the crime spree, which the reader is directly invited to solve. The final page is a gloriously pun-full read – besides Batman’s obvious one-liners while punching the wannabe crime lord (‘Right on the dot! By now, you should be seeing spots before your eyes, Mr. Polka-Dot!’), we get this delightful panel:

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Although this was the only proper comic book story where the Polka-Dot Man served as the Caped Crusader’s main antagonist, he is probably the least obscure villain on our list. The character’s ridiculousness ended up working to his advantage, as he became a running joke in Batman comics. Most remarkably, he has been known to show up in books written by Chuck Dixon, in the most demeaning situations… Abner Krill gets a serious beating from Harvey Bullock on the opening pages of the excellent GCPD mini-series. Likewise, he is attacked as part of a background gag in the saga of the equally lame Killer Moth:

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(Apparently, the Polka-Dot Man continued to hang out at the same bar, as seen in Nightwing: Year One, where he got yet another beating there.)

One of my favorite cameos takes place in ‘Love at First Mite,’ where Sholly Fisch briefly rebooted the character with even more outlandish weapons (‘Should I shrink you with my microdot? Trap you in the internet with my dot-com? Wipe your memories with my forget-me-dot?’).

Together with Kite-Man, Crazy Quilt, and the Condiment King, this remains one of the go-to villains when creators lazily want to illustrate a failed member of Batman’s rogues’ gallery…

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Notably, Mr. Polka-Dot appeared in the 2009 mini-series Final Crisis Aftermath: Run, a dark comedy about second-rate villains, in which he met his suitably pathetic demise as his head got squished by a manhole cover!

One character who debuted around the same time as the Polka-Dot Man – also designed by Sheldon Moldoff (with inks by Joe Giela) – and whom I’m quite fond of is the Monarch of Menace (aka the King of Crime, aka the Royal Rogue). This criminal used technology shaped like royal symbols in order to physically force people to act respectful and subservient:

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The Monarch of Menace first showed up in a 1966 story penned by Bob Kanigher, in which Batman seemed obsessed with the Royal Rogue, who had disappeared after having established his ‘reign of crime’ (the Caped Crusader even had a framed picture of him in the Batcave, because why wouldn’t he). When the Monarch of Menace apparently returned, Robin quickly captured him, but it turned out to be the Monarch’s son clumsily trying to follow the father’s footsteps (in what can be read as a parody of the notion of hereditary power). My favorite bit occurred early on, as Batman athletically fought a group of henchmen… The villain mused: ‘Perhaps I ought to make you my court acrobat?’ and the Dark Knight replied: ‘The only court that interests me is the one I’m going to put you in – the court of law!’

The King of Crime returned in 1981, as the main villain of ‘While the Bat’s Away…’ (plot by Bob Rozakis, script by Roy Thomas, art by Jose Garcia-Lopez and Frank McLaughlin). Taking advantage of the fact that the Dark Knight was out of town – presumably in the globetrotting adventure ‘The Lazarus Affair’ – the Monarch of Menace claimed to have captured Batman and demanded a tribute from Gotham’s underworld (10% of the loot from each heist) in exchange for keeping the crimefighter out of circulation. This is quite a nice issue, not only because it looks great (Jose Garcia-Lopez is one of the all-time masters of elegant depth and dynamism), but because the rumors of Batman’s disappearance encourage all sorts of small-time crooks to try their luck in Gotham, which serves as a pretext to bring back Z-list villains like the Bouncer, Spellbinder, and Cluemaster.

Moreover, the issue features several fun moments as the Caped Crusader and the Monarch of Menace try to out-quip each other. At one point, the former taunts the latter: ‘You’ll never make it in the underworld wearing those threads, anyway… Burger King will sue you for trademark infringement!’ Later, he tells his foe: ‘You talk big, Monarch – for a guy who lets others do his dirty work for him.,’ to which the Royal Rogue poignantly retorts: ‘Is that not traditionally the way of kings, varlet?’

Speaking of royalty, let us not forget the Element King:

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Simon Majors was a brilliant professor of chemistry who began studying alchemy and became obsessed with the discovery of the philosopher’s stone. In order to finance his research, he planned a series of robberies and eventually got a costume and called himself the Element King, before being put away by Batman and Robin. After several years in prison, he was released and – in the storyline ‘Elements of Crime’ – came out of retirement for an element-themed crime spree that culminated in an alchemist ritual at the Pentagon.

The Element King may sound like another kooky Silver Age creation, but he was actually first brought to the page in 2013, courtesy of Mike W. Barr and Tom Lyle. The joke is that he was clearly modelled after those old, cheesy villains, so it felt like you were reading the reboot of a character that didn’t exist before. Mike Barr, who always had a knack for this kind of metafictional interplay, masterfully combined a modern storytelling style with a classically constructed plot, including charming tropes such as ingenious escapes from convoluted deathtraps and scenes in which the Dynamic Duo jointly deciphered weird clues deliberately left by the criminal, for whatever reason. (In a subtler nod to 60s’ comics, the tale also featured a cameo by Simon Stagg, supporting character in Metamorpho, the Element Man.)

Sure, as a villain the Element King may not have much potential beyond mere pastiche and, in any case, he met quite a grisly fate in this story (a loser until the end). Yet it would be fun if future flashbacks retroactively incorporated him into the Dark Knight’s past and memories… If nothing else, this could allow for more fight scenes with the Dynamic Duo kicking butt while making outrageous puns about osmium and potassium.

In a similar gesture to the creation of the Element King, Karl Kesel and Dave Taylor – with inks from Robert Campanella and colors from Alex Sinclair – created Illuminata as a throwback to the same kind of colorful, one-shot villains of Batman’s past…

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Illuminata was a light-themed terrorist armed with incandescent flash bombs whose motivation was to shed light on the conspiracy that secretly rules the world. She showed up in an issue of the nifty World’s Finest limited series published in 1999, looking at the evolution of the friendship between the Caped Crusader and the Man of Steel throughout different eras of the characters’ histories. In this story (‘Light in the Darkness’), Superman – while pretending to be Clark Kent pretending to be Superman – went undercover into Arkham Asylum to write an exposé on the place. It just so happened that, while he was there, Illuminata managed to escape from her cell by grabbing a guard’s flashlight (‘And you used it to blind him and take his passkeys?,’ asks the Man of Steel… to which she replies that, no, actually she beat the guard unconscious with it!). She proceeded to organize a massive prison break in order to highlight Arkham’s terrible conditions.

Unfortunately for her, though, the Joker then decided to help Illuminata see better… by taking off her eyelids! The series thus strikingly illustrated the transition from the brighter Batman comics of yesteryear into a darker era:

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I just can’t get enough of these self-reflexive touches…

Which leads us to Mr. Nice, who was a member of a trio of hilarious thieves created by the team of Kelley Puckett, Mike Parobeck, Rick Burchett, and Rick Taylor in ‘The Last Riddler Story,’ one of the coolest issues of The Batman Adventures (a series in which most issues were pretty awesome anyway):

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Part of the joke – as you can tell from the gag above – was that, even though Mr. Nice had the skills to be a great robber, he was too swell a guy to fully go through with his heists. The other part of the joke was that Mr. Nice was modelled after DC editor Archie Goodwin (who edited much of Legends of the Dark Knight, for example), just like his two partners – the obsessive planner Mastermind and the know-it-all Perfesser – were modelled after editors Mike Carlin and Denny O’Neil.

The trio proved to be popular enough to earn a few sequels, with Puckett, Parobeck, and Burchett returning to the characters in ‘Smells Like Black Sunday’ and ‘Natural Born Loser’ (this one with Glen Murakami on colors), both fast-paced screwy comedies that would’ve made the Marx Brothers proud. In the former, Mr. Nice promises his partners to stop being nice for a day and then goes on to rob a nuclear arsenal, only to be defeated by an adorable puppy. In the latter, we are treated to the trio’s origin stories, including Mr. Nice’s background as a kids’ show host who just happened to have a talent for violence.

After Archie Goodwin passed away, in 1998, Kelley Puckett wrote a final comic about this trio – a lovely tribute to Goodwin, appropriately called ‘The End,’ in which Mr. Nice agreed to pull one last job before moving to an unknown country to help out a child leper colony. The story was full of touching meta-commentary, from the opening splash page (with Batman looking in the direction of the reader while proclaiming: ‘Nobody’s going to die here.’) to the scenes in which Mr. Nice said farewell to Mastermind and the Perfesser.

That said, for the most part the issue was just as packed with slapstick as the other ones, down to Rick Burchett’s cover, which riffed on Mad #1

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(By the way, I’m pretty sure one of the antagonists in Shadow of the Bat #31 was a nod to Archie Goodwin as well!)

I’ll finish with the death-themed villain Mortimer Kadaver, another personal favorite of mine. He was introduced in 1988, in the kickass three-parter ‘Night People,’ by Alan Grant and Norm Breyfogle (John Wagner is also officially credited, but I think this was after he had stopped working for Detective Comics). Mort was essentially a psychopath whose morbid fetish perfectly embodied the twisted sensibility of the Grant/Breyfogle run…

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Even though he didn’t catch on as much as other villains created during this run – such as Ratcatcher and the Ventriloquist – Mortimer Kadaver played a role in some fine comics. After ‘Night People,’ he appeared in ‘Snow and Ice,’ where he helped the Penguin fake his own death. As usual, the swash of Norm Breyfogle’s art knocked it out of the ballpark and the whole thing was peppered with Alan Grant’s surreal dark humor (including the Penguin’s bizarre final request that everyone at the funeral give a loud, bird-like squawk over his grave). Kadaver seemingly died in this story, shot in the head – amusingly, he died begging for his life… or, at least, for a less undignified death!

I suppose Grant couldn’t get enough of Mort, as he brought him back two years later, in Shadow of the Bat #11-12 (now with art by Vince Giarrano). The doctors had somehow managed to save Kadaver from the bullet in the head, but they had also discovered a brain tumor that would soon kill him. This turned out to be the character’s final appearance (although he was behind the scenes in Shadow of the Bat #25) and talk about going out in style – determined to take as many people with him as possible, Kadaver came up with a plan to infect Gotham City with the pneumonic plague!

However, because this was Gotham after all, he was ultimately stopped by an even goofier villain:

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Going to the movies in Gotham City

Longtime readers won’t be too surprised to find out that, as an unabashed cinephile, I am fascinated by Gotham City’s film culture. In fact, throughout the years, I think I’ve managed to piece together some of its key features…

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Let’s start with the obvious: Gotham cinemas are really into replays. The Mark of Zorro seems to show up on the big screen every once in a while (especially if you refuse to believe the most recent versions of Bruce Wayne are over eighty years old). A key plot point of Batman #274 concerns a week-long cycle of revivals starring Humphrey Bogart and the classic story ‘Death Strike at Midnight and Three!’ reaches its climax at a Buster Keaton festival. Writers often use old pictures as shorthand to establish a recognizable mood, like in Batman #520, where Doug Moench conjures up a romantic date between Harvey Bullock and his nurse by having them attend a double-screening of An Affair to Remember and Sleepless in Seattle.

That said, I am much more interested in the fictitious movies that play on Gotham’s screens. Rather than cynically view these fake films as a DC strategy to avoid lawsuits or as writers being cheeky about current trends, I prefer to think that Gotham City has a whole line of cinemas living off of mockbusters and shameless cash-ins!

For instance, the city’s movie theatres sure screen a lot of rip-offs of the works of Sly Stallone and Arnold Schwarzenegger…

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In Legends of the Dark Knight Annual #5, Batman even gets into a fight at the premiere of what looks like a Schwarzenegger vehicle called ‘Armageddon Man,’ as a gang of thieves tries to steal the print of the film. In an amusing bit of ironic juxtaposition, while throwing around batarangs and dodging bullets, the Caped Crusader thinks to himself: ‘The movie is just what the world needs. Another dose of gratuitous violence.’

That issue was penned by Chuck Dixon, who has contributed more to Gotham’s imaginary filmography than any other writer. Most notably, he wrote one of my all-time favorite Catwoman tales – the two-parter ‘More Edge, More Heart’ and ‘Box Office Poison’ – in which we follow the outlandish production process of the ultra-trashy flick They Lurk Below until its box-office success at the Gotham Plaza.

Dixon’s comics have also repeatedly conveyed the impression that this B-movie tradition goes way back. In the hardboiled one-shot Bullock’s Law, Harvey Bullock (by far the most notorious film buff in Batman’s supporting cast) meets a criminal from Black Mask’s gang at a cinema showing pictures with generic film noir titles: Dead Before Dawn, Seven the Hard Way, Kiss and Kill. In the underrated mini-series Batman vs Predator III, Tim Drake and his friends go to a drive-in marathon of 1950s schlock:

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This sequence, by the way, leads to an awesome entrance by the semi-transparent Predator, as he jumps in front of the screen:

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Chuck Dixon seems to enjoy the effect of using horror movies to frame a story’s horror vibe. In Robin: Year One #4, he pulled a similar trick with a proto-Frankenstein flick.

Speaking of classic horror movies, we know these were a big thing in Gotham City because of the character of Clayface, who was originally an actor specialized in this type of films, called Basil Karlo (a homage to real-world actors Basil Rathbone and Boris Karloff).

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In the late eighties, Alan Grant used the character to satirize the evolution of this genre, giving us another glimpse at Gotham’s exploitation scene:

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(Basil Karlo’s rant continues for a few panels more, concluding with melancholy: ‘Monsters are no longer things of the shadows, lurking on the far fringes of the mind… They’re technicolor special effects that burst like rainbows from the screen!’)

Gotham being Gotham, though, I’m sure the screens are filled with more eccentric stuff than just blatant knockoffs of familiar movies. In such a crazy city, you know there has got to be a whole set of quirky subgenres.

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I don’t know about the other titles on that billboard, but Rochelle Rochelle is definitely a nod to Seinfeld… Likewise – and I have no idea if this was because of writer Chuck Dixon, penciller Scott McDaniel, inker Karl Story, or (appropriately) letterer John Costanza – there is a movie theatre in Nightwing that only shows fictional films mentioned on that famous ‘90s sitcom:

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I’ll finish by revisiting ‘Sunset’ – Batman’s weird version of Sunset Boulevard – which tells us a little bit more about the city’s connection to the film industry. In this outrageous tale (written in a deadpan style by Tom Joyner, co-plotted by Keith S. Wilson, with somewhat underwhelming art by Jim Fern), we learn that there is an old movie lot in Gotham that has been abandoned since the silent era. Buster Keaton, Rudolph Valentino, Charlie Chaplin, and Gloria Swanson all worked there. The Dark Knight’s inner narration explains in a characteristically gloomy tone: ‘They say Hollywood killed it, but I know the truth. Nothing that bright and vital can survive in Gotham.’

Batman finds himself trapped in the lot by the silent film star Nina DeMille, who did the supposedly classic pictures Enchanted Moon, The Soldier Falls, and Child of Destiny (co-starring Douglas Fairbanks) and who also happens to be a vampire with hypnotic powers. Nina forces the Caped Crusader to act in her upcoming comeback movie (‘She calls it “Song of Solomon” – a horrible pastiche of cliché and melodrama that will run ten hours – if it’s ever made.’). As if that wasn’t torture enough, they also watch her old works:

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Alfred Pennyworth saves his master in the end, so Nina DeMille never actually finishes shooting Song of Solomon. Judging by the sneak peeks we get, though, the movie would’ve been an epic piece of camp:

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