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February 15, 2002 · 5:00 PM PST · link
AS MENTIONED here recently, Dark Horse Comics is issuing a wonderful series called Classic Comic Characters. Each month, you can buy a couple new figurines of the players from some famous newspaper strip. (A good, honest place to order them is www.budplant.com.) The little statues are issued in limited editions and a few months ago, they came out with Albert the Alligator, reptilian star of Walt Kelly's immortal Pogo. In June, you'll be able to purchase Pogo Possum, hisself. The pic at left was taken last evening on my breakfast table, placing the Pogo prototype alongside a finished Albert. Don't they look great together? This is because of the expert sculpture work done by the folks at Yoe! Studios but also because these were supervised by my best friend — and another of Walt's great creations — Carolyn Kelly. I love it when a piece of merchandise perfectly captures the way a character oughta look. Back in my Hanna-Barbera days, I lived in a state of perpetual argument with certain folks in the marketing division who didn't seem to know what Yogi Bear and Fred Flintstone looked like...or, if they did, they didn't care if the toys and t-shirts and lunch boxes matched up. One of the joys of working for years with Jim Davis on Garfield was that it didn't matter to Jim how much it cost, the cat was going to look right. I once saw him kill, without flinching, a $100,000+ deal because the manufacturer couldn't get the lasagna-loving feline to look the way he oughta. Carolyn has been no less strident about getting her father's characters the way he drew them. Would that more people who were in charge of great characters were as diligent and knowledgeable.
JOSH MARSHALL'S wonderful Talking Points website — oft-plugged here — has a new URL. The new address is www.talkingpointsmemo.com. Highly recommended, especially for making sense out of the Enron chaos.
THANKS TO Maggie Thompson, editor of Comics Buyers Guide, for her words about me in the issue I just received, which contains my final column for that publication. I must correct one thing: The column that I did when that newspaper started was not in the first issue. I recall it being in about the sixth or seventh...but it was definitely not the first. (I'd correct some of the other nice things she said but I respect Maggie far too much to disagree with her...) And just so we're all clear on this: My reasons for leaving CBG had to do with the business side of the operation, not with Ms. Thompson, who is a saint. She's a lot like Mother Teresa except that Mother Teresa had the wisdom and compassion not to move my commas. February 14, 2002 · 5:00 PM PST · link
IT'S FUNNY HOW something can be staring you right in the face for years and years...and suddenly, one day, you notice that which you should have noticed long before. It's been there all along but somehow, you just didn't notice it. At left is a reproduction of the front of Fantastic Four #7, published by the then-blossoming Marvel Comics Group way back in 1962. It has an interesting but not spectacular cover which I'd looked at dozens of times over the years without spotting that which I recently spotted. Actually, there are several interesting things about this cover. One is that, a week or three ago, my friend Will Murray pointed out to me — and I concurred with — his theory that Jack Kirby actually inked this cover. Jack almost never inked at Marvel and a few weeks ago, if you'd asked me if he'd ever inked any Fantastic Four covers, I'd have said, "Certainly not." But this one sure looks like it was. Joe Sinnott inked the insides of #5 and was supposed to be the regular embellisher thereafter but, a page or two into #6, he suddenly found himself buried in deadlines and he turned the issue back. Dick Ayers finished #6 and took over from there on. Apparently, in the shuffle, it was necessary to have someone else ink this cover and Jack wound up doing it. (As a general rule of thumb, the cover to an issue was finished around the same time as the insides of the previous issue.) Will further notes that this cover probably also shows us the way Jack "saw" The Thing at the time — the way he was pencilling ol' Ben Grimm. The odd texture of the character's epidermis changed a lot as different artists inked Kirby's pencils, though they all seem to have made him less claylike and more segmented than Jack intended. Eventually though — and perhaps to some extent because of the inkers — Jack began to pencil the character less claylike and more segmented. But neither of these is as interesting to me as this: All those of you who ever met Jack, take a close look at the drawing of Mr. Fantastic. Stare at it for a few seconds. I did...and I was amazed that I'd never before noticed how much the character looks like Jack — especially, Jack as he must have looked around 1962. In fact, the more I looked at it, the more it looked like him. (I met Kirby in '69 so perhaps it looks more like him to me than it does to those of you who met him later, or only saw later photos.) I always knew he drew himself into most of his stories — emotionally, if not visually — and, of course, there are blatant autobiographical elements to The Thing, Nick Fury and any other character who was ever caught puffing on a cigar. It was no secret that Jack identified with most of his recurring heroes but I suddenly found myself saying, "My God...how could I never have noticed before how much Reed "Mr. Fantastic" Richards looks like Jack?" And now that I've made that connection, I doubt I'll ever be able to shake it.
CHANTEUSE EXTRAORDINAIRE Shelly Goldstein notes that we're seeing a lot of articles and interviews to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the landmark TV mini-series, Roots. They're trotting out Ed Asner and Levar Burton and Ben Vereen and most of the surviving actors...but you notice which star they haven't interviewed? Whose name isn't even mentioned? Give you a hint: His first two initials are "O" and "J."
AN ENRON EXEC who testified this morn seemed to be setting up what may become the official "spin" from the Republican/Enron side of the scandal...namely, that Skilling and Fastow were sharpies who duped poor, innocent Ken Lay and the Board of Directors. Do we think this will sail? No, we do not. For one thing, Skilling and Fastow won't take the fall without bringing others down. For another, Lay has simply been too visible and, as the closest-possible buddy of the Prez, there's too much political advantage to be gained by keeping his feet to the flames. But another problem — and I'm not kidding about this — is his name. Think about it. A lot of public figures are like a commercial product with a bad name. Once upon a time, one-time advertising man H.R. Haldeman did a marketing survey on his "product," which happened to be Richard Nixon, and concluded that the negative connotations of "nix" were not helpful. That was why in the '72 campaign, they minimized the usage of their candidate's name and plastered "Re-Elect the President" on most bumper stickers. We've seen other public figures since who lost a point or two of favor because of their monikers. It was easier to sell the idea that detective Mark Fuhrman was a racist swine because his name sounded Germanic and recalled the word, "fuhrer." Democrats have less trouble pinning obstruction charges on a guy named Tom DeLay than they might have if the gent had a different surname. And before him, it was easy to sell negatives about a man named "Newt," though — God knows — the guy did plenty to help them. A guy named Lay is real susceptible to being portrayed as one who screwed a lot of people...especially when linked with a President named Bush and a Veep named Dick. Skilling and Fastow are names that suggest connivers, as well. The former connotes "skill" and "skinning" while the latter could be said to be pulling a "fasto." So the notion that they were the masterminds may have some legs...but Lay's name is just too perfect for him to ever get completely off the hook. I'm quite serious about this theory, by the way. I call it The Sgt. Bilko Rule. February 14, 2002 · 1:30 AM PST · link
THE LAST FEW TIMES I saw Jerry Siegel, he was at peace...which was not the case in our first encounters. I met him in 1968, at a time when he not only didn't receive a cent from his co-creation but didn't exist insofar as the history of Superman was concerned. He was wonderful to me but when we got near certain topics, he was justifiably bitter, angry and hurt. Fortunately, that was rectified in increments, commencing in the mid-seventies....and on our last visit, about a month before he died, he seemed like a pretty happy man. One reason, obviously, was that the management of DC had done...well, maybe not all they should have done, but a lot more than earlier regimes. Thanks to some large-hearted, wise and fair folks, the credit for Jerry and his partner, Joe Shuster, had been restored to their work, and they'd received pensions and other financial considerations. Jerry was also receiving honors that meant a lot to him — at the time, a lovely letter from President Clinton and the issuance of a Superman postage stamp in Canada. (Shuster was of Canadian origin.) Jerry had the note and a prototype of the stamp framed side-by-side on a small table next to his favorite chair in the living room...and that's how I remember Jerry. He was sitting in an easy chair, without a trace of anger about him, looking at the framed items and smiling. Tonight, searching the Internet for info on something else, I came across a picture of the stamp and I thought of that evening. If you're interested in reading up on the history of Superman, there are some wonderful articles and artifacts posted at www.superman.nu.
THE FIRST NATIONAL tour of The Producers kicks off in Pittsburgh on September 12. They've been holding auditions and what follows is the "breakdown." That's Show Biz for a list of roles to be filled and a brief description of each. For some reason, it lists Bialystock and Bloom, though it's unlikely those parts would go to someone who showed up for an open call.
They spelled a couple of the characters' names wrong but otherwise, don't you love the descriptions? Since when has Franz been born in Milwaukee? And how can someone be "flamboyantly gay as a goose assistant?" February 13, 2002 · 2:00 AM PST · link
THERE'S SOME exciting news for fans of It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World in The Wall Street Journal this morning. Unfortunately, it requires an on-line subscription to read it so I can't link you to it. But since a nice POVonline reader sent me a copy, I can summarize it for you... Basically, a gent named Richard A. Harris, who runs a film preservation company in New York, has been tracking down lost footage of the film for years and now believes he's missing only nine minutes of picture and about four minutes of soundtrack. That's not the whole film but it's a good chunk of the 33 or so minutes that were trimmed out a few weeks after the film's 1963 release. Pieces have been located all over the globe but a big find came when a construction worker helped him locate reels of soundtrack that had been stored in a warehouse in Paterson, New Jersey. Here's one excerpt from the article...
As one who saw the film's earliest engagement, allow me to translate: There's a scene still in the movie where Culpepper (Tracy) says he wants an ice cream sundae. Then the following is cut — and remember, I'm telling you this from memory and I was eleven when I saw this: Tracy goes to a Baskin-Robbins shop for some basic product placement and few notes of a song called "31 Flavors" that was being plugged via the movie. He gets his sundae, goes to a phone booth in the back and places a call to Jimmy the Crook (Keaton) to discuss how he wants to get away on Jimmy's boat. As I recall, the conversation took place in split screen and was ambiguous in that it didn't quite tip that Culpepper was going to scram with the $350,000...though when he did later, it seemed a bit less surprising. Anyway, that whole scene has been missing since the end of '63 and now someone has at least located the audio. It was the only time that the man who was perhaps America's greatest dramatic actor worked with the gent who was maybe the greatest comic actor. The reference to the entr'acte is also intriguing. When I first worked with actor and voice legend Lennie Weinrib, I startled him by telling him I'd recognized his voice in It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. Lennie did a couple of the voices of policemen heard on the radio and redubbed a few stunt players and other bits of dialogue. He was never billed in any way but I nailed him. Anyway, he told me that he'd also recorded a whole batch of police calls that were played during the intermission at theaters that ran the long version. I didn't remember that at all. (Mr. Weinrib tells me he checks this site every few days. Hey, Lennie! Looks like they found your performance!) The search for footage is still going on and there are, as yet, no plans to spring for the expense of a full, digital restoration. But even this much news is worth a few huzzahs and a lot of hopeful grins. February 12, 2002 · 12:45 PM PST · link
ONE OF COMICS' veteran artists, Charles "Chad" Grothkopf, passed away on January 25 at the age of 88. He was best known as the creator and illustrator of Hoppy the Marvel Bunny, the funny animal version of the immortal Captain Marvel...but Chad — as he signed most of his work — actually did a lot of work in the adventure category. He drew Johnny Quick, Sandman and other super-heroes for DC in the early forties. (Contrary to popular belief, it was not Simon and Kirby who designed Sandman's yellow and blue costume when they took over the strip. That was done by Chad, who had preceded them.) For most of that decade however, Chad specialized in funny animal comics, producing hundreds out of a studio wherein he also supervised other artists. He later dabbled in newspaper strips, including a long stint on the Howdy Doody feature, and became a pioneer in TV animation. He worked extensively in advertising and commercial art and, in recent years, had been been a frequent guest at comic conventions. He was a nice man and a very important figure in the history of not one but several fields. February 12, 2002 · 12:30 AM PST · link THE FOLKS AT The Tonight Show did something that was probably not very smart. In an attempt to tie this week's shows in to the Olympics, their program has been renamed The Olympic Tonight Show. Cute...but it means that a TiVo that's been programmed to record The Tonight Show won't record Jay. That'll cost 'em at least a few viewers. I really like my TiVos (I have two) and they've completely changed the way I watch TV and even the way I live. I no longer have to think about taping my favorite shows when I go out — unless, of course, they've been dumb enough to change their names for a week — and I am now more apt to record, and therefore watch shows that are aired in the middle of the night. I watch almost nothing live. When I feel like watching something, I turn on the TV select a show from several dozen that are on the TiVo menu and — poof! — one button-touch later, I'm watching it. The result is a real sensation of me owning and controlling my TV, as opposed to the other way around. I've been recommending TiVo in my columns since I purchased my first one, long before anyone had heard of the things. If you need more info, go over to www.tivo.com and read up. But if and when you buy one, come back here, click on the Amazon.Com box down below and buy it there and through that link. It probably won't cost any more, might cost less and if you buy it that way, this site gets a little taste. February 11, 2002 · 9:00 PM PST · link
OVER ON OUR PAGE about great Cartoon Voice Actors, we spotlight the likes of Butler, Blanc, Foray and Messick. Often, e-mails ask where the heck is the in-depth article about the late, great Paul Frees? Surely, he ranks with the others. And he sure does. Trouble is, apart from one brief phone call, I never met Paul Frees. Never had the honor. And while I could rattle off a list of roles and parrot some third-hand anecdotes, I don't know enough to craft the kind of article he deserves. He was an amazing performer, much admired by his co-stars and incessantly coveted by casting directors. Some others did more famous characters...though Frees's Boris Badenov is one of the great performances ever in animation. (I especially love when Boris would adopt, say, an Irish accent...thereby requiring Frees to do a Russian guy talking with a brogue. June Foray says these things never threw him, not even for a second. The only other comparable feat I can recall was the WB cartoon — I think it was Rabbit Seasoning — in which Mel B. had to do Bugs imitating Daffy, then do Daffy imitating Bugs.) During his career, Frees occasionally had his agent assemble a demo tape of his work. Every voice actor has one — some have several — and their creation is an art unto itself. The Paul Frees demos are duped and circulated throughout the voice biz and widely considered the best ever. Most of them run 6-7 minutes and one of the top voice agents once said to me, "I am torn on the subject of handing copies of these out to people. On the one hand, I want them to see how wonderful a voice demo can be. On the other hand, Paul Frees was maybe the only human being ever in the field who could sustain a 7-minute demo tape. And I mean that. Mel Blanc in his prime probably couldn't have kept you listening for seven minutes. If one of my clients today brought in a 7-minute demo, I'd kick him out into the street." So I suppose you're eager to hear one of these legendary demo tapes, right? Well, here's a link to a site that has one you can hear on-line via RealPlayer. I have a couple of other tapes and I'll post them here if there's enough interest.
ONE OF THE MANY fine events at last year's Comic-Con International in San Diego was the memorable surprise birthday party for artist Gene Colan. It was organized by a number of Gene's friends and fans but most notably Kevin Hall. The Progress Report for next year's con says I organized it, which is not exactly true. I moderated it...but Kevin and the others actually came up with the notion, got the cake, got Gene there, etc.
JUST RECEIVED my ballot in the current ASCAP elections. I always thought the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers was one of the best-run, most secure enterprises around. Then I noticed the name of the accounting firm to which I'm supposed to return my ballot: Arthur Andersen, LLP. Why do I already not trust the count?
WONDERING what's going to happen with Enron? Well, so far, Joshua Micah Marshall has been right on-target with predictions posted over on his Talking Points Memo. A good site to check out often. February 10, 2002 · 1:00 PM PST · link
KOCE, which is the secondary PBS outlet serving Southern California, has been running the Ed Sullivan compilations that were assembled a few years ago by Andrew Solt. On them, one sees great acts with the occasional long-forgotten performer. (Whatever happened to comedian Irwin C. Watson?) The most interesting moments are often not the acts but Mr. Sullivan's brief references to what was then going on in show business, as well as his introduction of celebrities planted in the studio audience. On the one that aired last night, he asked Dean Jones — "the star of the Broadway play, Company" — to take a bow. And Dean Jones, who just happened to be in an aisle seat down front, did. Jones was not the star of that historic musical for long. He reportedly did not like the show or his role in it and was only able to get himself through opening night because he had the producers' assurance that they'd replace him at the earliest opportunity. They did. The show opened on Sunday, April 26, 1970 and on May 29, Larry Kert assumed the pivotal role of Bobby. On last night's Sullivan retrospect, Ed referred to Company as having just won the New York Drama Critics Circle Award. Those awards are usually announced the first week of May...so this clip was probably from the Sullivan show of 5/10/70, by which point Larry Kert was either in rehearsal or just starting. Dean Jones was there doing publicity for Company, knowing full well his departure was about to be announced. Odd thing about that cast replacement: Jones recorded the album shortly after the show opened. The CD currently available is from that version. When Company opened in England some time later, they issued a "London cast" which was the same recording but with Kert replacing Jones's vocals...though not completely. Dean can still be heard in some of the group numbers. This version is said to be coming out shortly on CD, which will perhaps baffle those who purchase both.
THE ON-LINE MAGAZINE, Salon, has been way out in front on the Enron brouhaha. The other day, they came up with details on the aspect of this case that may cause the greatest amount of public outrage. It's that, even as the company was declaring bankruptcy, laying people off and reneging on their severance packages, it was also doling out more than $55 million in bonuses to its top executives. (Here's a link to the story.) Someone once said — or someone should have said — that a scandal is driven by the simplest, one-line description of wrongdoing. Nixon and his lieutenants covered up White House involvement in the Watergate burglary. Reagan claimed his administration hadn't traded arms for hostages when, in fact, they had. Clinton had an affair with an intern and lied about it. In all three cases, there were extenuating explanations and all sorts of spins that could be put on the matter...but a large part of the public never got past the simple fact of wrongdoing as defined in one sentence. Most of the Enron story is too complicated to make for a good scandal. The public never got worked up over Whitewater, partly because so many accusations against the Clintons were unsupported but also because no one understood what they'd supposedly done wrong. It didn't approach being a juicy, bring-someone-down scandal until it morphed into the easily-explainable Monica mess. Enron is becoming very easy to explain in layman's logic: The company went kablooey, the investors and employees got screwed but the top guys all ran off with millions apiece. That's all most people have to hear. There are explanations and rationalizations. "Retention bonuses" — paying top execs to remain aboard a sinking ship — may be oily but they are not unprecedented and probably not illegal. No matter. The one-liner on this one is bad enough that it can't be explained away...a fact that seems to be lost on the few Enron execs who aren't invoking the Fifth Amendment. The one who testified on Thursday was like a murderer standing amidst the bodies, holding the bloody knife and saying, "Wait...I can explain!" The question is whether the Enron one-liner will be expanded to include George W. Bush or replaced by a one-liner about him — i.e., "Bush arranged for legislation or government neglect that allowed his pals to loot the company." So far, there's no solid evidence of that and I'm still skeptical there ever will be. But if one of those sentences ever becomes the least bit credible, this could make Watergate look like an overtime parking violation. February 9, 2002 · 8:00 PM PST · link
THIS YEAR MARKS the 20th anniversary of Groo the Wanderer, a silly comic book that I've been doing with Sergio Aragonés since...well, since twenty years ago. We do it just to put the lie to the once-made claim that a creator-owned comic book can neither exist nor come out in anything resembling "on time." A number of Groo items are coming out before the year is over. The second issue of our current, new 4-issue mini-series, Groo: Death and Taxes, is now in stores. Coming out in the next two weeks are two trade paperbacks from Dark Horse, the covers of which are seen above. The Groo Maiden (left) is a collection that reprints four stories from eons ago, when Marvel published Groo as part of their Epic line. Groo: Mightier Than the Sword (right) is the collected edition of our recent mini-series of the same name — a story borne of its authors' rising distrust of the media. Several more Groo paperbacks will materialize from Dark Horse in the coming months, including some sort of special anniversary volume reprinting Groo oddments and including some new stuff. Also in the meantime, Graphitti Designs is bringing out a fancy, hardbound limited edition which reprints the two graphic novels we did for Marvel/Epic. One is The Life of Groo and the other, appropriately enough, is The Death of Groo. They're repackaged back-to-back in fine binding with new bookplates signed by Sergio and me. (That's what I was doing for a couple days last week: Signing my name.) You can order this one over at Graphitti's website. Or you can forget about the books altogether and just send money to Sergio. Every so often, he shares it with me.
I HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET but a Comics Buyer's Guide is apparently now reaching subscribers with word of my abdication. This I know from the flurry of e-mails that is suddenly descending on me, asking why I've stopped doing my column. I dunno what they said in CBG but the truth is that I was having some business-type contractual problems with the folks there and they kinda killed my enthusiasm for continuing there. I miss writing that kind of material and one of these days, I'll find a new venue for it. In the meantime, I'll be updating this site with short items, and I thank you all for your notes.
NOT LONG AGO, Terry Gilliam (of Monty Python fame) set out to make an epic film about Don Quixote. He had six disastrous days of shooting, with everything going wrong that could go wrong, and then production was shut down for good. A film did emerge from the debris, however...an acclaimed documentary about how Gilliam's movie crashed and burned. Here's a link to an article in the L.A. Times about the "unMaking of..." film.
AS PREDICTED HERE, Conan O'Brien will not be leaving NBC. He'll stay right where he is but for a lot more money. The brief flurry of reports that he might be heading to Fox most likely represented a hankering on the part of a few entertainment reporters for another "late night war." One is not likely. Mssrs. Leno and Letterman have carved out secure little homes for themselves. Odds are, both men can do those shows until they die or choose voluntary retirement. If there is any big change in the ratings, it's unlikely to be because of anything Dave or Jay do. Rather, it will be because of some huge, unlikely change in the respective fortunes of CBS and NBC...or, only slightly more likely, some formidable new entrant into the time slot. I frankly think both Dave and Jay are vulnerable to a challenge. Both have gotten a bit predictable, relying on goofy stunts...especially those that rely on the inherent clumsiness of non-professionals — stagehands and people on the street — when put on camera. Jay and Dave are both good at winging it, but both seem to be configuring their shows to minimize any chance that they might have to prove this. If someone came along with a truly unpredictable late night show — the way Steve Allen's was in the early sixties, f'rinstance, eliminating pre-tapes and putting the star occasionally on the spot — they might have a shot at grabbing a slice of the 11:35 pie. That no one probably will is because there doesn't seem to be a host on the horizon who's capable of presiding over such a show. If one ever emerges, watch out.
THOSE OF YOU who travel to Vegas should know about www.billhere.com, one of those nice, more-or-less altruistic web services. Billhere is, they say, a lifelong Las Vegas visitor who retired to his favorite city and now, mostly as a hobby, sends out a regular, advertising-free e-mail letter that's probably the most complete listing of who's about to play the town and what else is about to happen there. He also collects and distributes coupons for discounts and freebees, and if you sign up for his newsletter, he'll tell you how to browse his on-line coupon list. If you want any, he'll ship them to you for little more than the cost of postage. Very nice of him. |
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