Daxam fights back....

Wow....

There are great moments and then there are great moments. GL Corps really blew me away this month. The current arc, Emerald Eclipse, concludes next month and this issue in particular (#37) is a joy to read.

There are great moments in any medium, there are those great mind boggling, horizon broadening, plot twist moments that suddenly have you re-examining everything that you've just read. There are also those slightly more simple guilty pleasure moments, I'm going to call them the 'Helm's Deep' moments. That moment when Gandalf rides to the rescue at dawn, or in the movie when the elves come to help (I don't care what anyone says I love that addition), those are moments that make you smile uncontrollably.

This issue of GL Corps has one of those.

So how does Daxam throw off the yoke of slavery that the Sinestro Corps have so recently imposed upon them? Well.......... GL Sodam Yat a Daxamite himself is alerted to the plight of his people and rushes across the galaxy to their rescue headfirst, all half-cocked, into insurmountable odds. He can't do anything, there's no way, you think. He then flies into Daxam's red sun releasing all of his energy, nobly scarifying himself, to reignite the sun, turning it into a yellow sun. Great you say, he's reignited the sun to give his soon to be lifeless planet a few hundred thousand years more, way to play the long game GL Yat you think.

Except that a yellow sun suddenly gives every Daxamite Superman-esque powers, they start floating and shooting lasers from their eyes. It's just bloody brilliant stuff.

Before you ask, yes I have been smiling uncontrollably since I read it and giving myself silent high-fives. I now can't wait for next months issue, and isn't that what it's supposed to be all about?

The Courtyard

Alan Moore does some Lovecraftian horror in this two issue collection.

I know it's a cliche and I really don't say it very often, but books like this are why I read comics. There I've said it now. It's utterly brilliant, I keep thumbing through it as I write this, remembering not only the pleasure I took reading it but the incredible feeling of foreboding that pervades every page. It really is wonderfully crafted psychological horror.

It's only two issues in length but there isn't a single wasted page and you're enveloped completely and utterly in Moore's creation from the very first page. It's much like being told a story under the duvet by torchlight. Even considering the relative brevity of the collection it tells a wonderfully complete story, one that feels whole and leaves you incredibly satisfied. That's not to say that I couldn't read more, I'd happily read stories like this by Moore from now until Cthulu actually rises.

I won't give away much of the plot but it revolves around an undercover agent trying to get to the bottom of some rather gruesome, and seemingly related, murders. The ending you see coming pretty much from the second page but it's handled so unbelievably well that it still provides that all important payoff. The last few pages are outrageously creepy, then much like at the end of a story under the duvet, the light goes out and you're expected to return to the real world as if nothing had happened.

Les Aventures de Tintin

In my continuing quest to discover the reason for writers disenchantment with Dr Banner I turn to this guy. If anyone could solve the mystery it'd be Tintin.

The story of Tintin says a lot about the world of comics. Tintin is a megastar in mainland Europe, a cult hero in Britain, and a nobody in America.

The truth is that Tintin is a peculiarly European creation, he can be, and has been, modified to be of any nationality, or none, he is a true 'international' (although I've always hated people who describe themselves as such). Tintin is also not confined by borders nor is he imbued with any superpowers, rather an inquisitive mind and a good helping of luck. Tintin is the essence of the everyman, and the antithesis of everything American comics stand for.

America, and American comics, have always been obsessed with the superman, Tintin never really stood a chance. It's still incredibly puzzling to any European that Tintin isn't loved in America, never mind almost entirely unread, but it is understandable. Also, returning to the idea of borders, the heroes of the DC and Marvel universes are generally confined to quite strict borders, Gotham, New York, Canadian woods. Sometimes, in fairness, those borders have a cylindrical nature, so for instance Coastal City... and space, Westchester... and space. In general though the confines of the superheroes are in complete opposition to how Tintin is portrayed.

One final point is what Tintin says about these shores, Britain, as I said he is a cult hero here, not as overwhelmingly popular as on mainland Europe but still loved. The answer is that Britain sits somewhere between the two great continents, smugly aloof, picking and choosing what we will from both cultures. The everyman is loved, the Superhero is loved, and we have no real interest in picking between the two.

My conclusion, I would say, is that if the Hulk had been a European creation the book would probably be entitled 'Dr. Banner' (he probably wouldn't have been a Bruce either, though David would work), but in the American comic book world if Tintin didn't stand a chance then probably neither did Banner.

Let's not be overly pessimistic though, I've noticed more and more humanisation of characters in comic books over the last few years, and more and more real world events slowly creeping in. So perhaps in the near future Tintin and Bruce Banner will be able to skip through the pages of American comics together.... too much? I thought so.

Why does everyone hate Bruce Banner?

Anyone who wears purple trousers to work is OK with me. Most Hulk writers however don't seem to think that a purple trouser wearing, hyper-intelligent, nuclear physicist with the greatest glasses in history makes particularly good reading or writing material these days.

The first thing I want to mention is that the Ultimates are the shining exception to this rule. Millar, as usual, seems to know exactly what I want to read. Loeb, on the other hand, has thus far disappointed me greatly.

Loeb seems to divide opinion more than pretty much any other writer in the comic world. The Long Halloween is both loved and loathed in equal measure. Some consider it a great example of crime fiction, others are of the opinion that Loeb didn't have a clue what he was doing. For my part I don't consider it to be a particularly good murder mystery but do think it's still an excellently written piece of work, and no matter your own personal opinion it's fair to say that Loeb considers murder mystery in comic book form to be his forte.

It's not particularly surprising that Loeb made Hulk big dumb fun, as that's how most people seem to treat him... but I'm still disappointed. He could easily have swung the other way and made this a slightly more cerebral run than the Hulk is used to, with of course the hyper-intelligent Dr. Banner showing us a new side more akin to Ichabod Crane... well a man can dream can't he? I mean Rulk is an unknown, Gamma infused, killing machine and well I think it's fair to say that Banner is the world's leading authority on all things Gamma, so 2 + 2 = ?

It's not like it's just Loeb though, during the entire Planet Hulk/World War Hulk run the good Doctor is no more than an inconvenience to the storyline. Now don't get me wrong I adore both Planet Hulk and WWH, and entirely understand why those stories kept the Hulk's alter ego at a distance, but that amounts to roughly 20 issues and almost two years worth of Hulk stories with little or no sign of one half of our protagonist.

If we go back further to the PAD days, undoubtedly one of the finest runs in Hulk history, Bruce Banner didn't really exist. The smart green Hulk was more of an amalgamation of the two personalities rather than being truly Bruce Banner.

Recently I read one commentators view that he/she was sick of the old Jekyll and Hyde cliche, and was actually fairly dismissive of the whole idea. I think it's fair to say that that particular view is not an unusual one, but sometimes I wonder if these people have ever actually read the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Firstly, it's written from the perspective of a friend of Jekyll's concerned about his recent strange behaviour, and leaves Mr Hyde as a shadowy mostly unseen character. Secondly, although Hyde gives the book its flair the real interest is in the slow and painful decline of Jekyll. Thirdly, and most salient in this case, the enjoyment is gleaned from the mystery surrounding the whole affair. It is after all entitled 'The Case' of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Then again as time passes in the novella Mr Hyde becomes more and more powerful, with Dr Jekyll spending less and less time as himself. So perhaps the Hulk is following it's inspiration fairly closely after all.

Red Hulk

Red Hulk is a bit of a curious fish. I enjoyed this collection of the first 6 issues, for the 20 minutes it took me to read them, but I wouldn't go so far as to say that it's particularly good. I held off buying the first issue when it came out as I intended to sign up to a 12 issue subscription. In the end the collapse of the free world and obliteration of the pound meant I didn't bother, and so I finally got my teeth into them with this collection.

So far as mild distraction or entertainment goes I'm not a difficult person to please, so I'd definitely say that Hulk is big, silly, and fun while it lasts. The main positive I'd mention is quite simply that I like Rulk. Hulk is one of those characters that it's difficult to find a suitable adversary for but Rulk definitely fits the bill. I love the positively brutish gun that Rulk uses. There are also plenty of Marvel cameos for your viewing pleasure, many of them feel unnecessary and slightly rushed but I think they work in the context of this particular book.

There's also plenty not to like. I don't enjoy the artwork, everyone looks like they've taken a double batch of steroids by accident. I don't enjoy the crippling lack of dialogue, even though it is enough to move the story along at a satisfactory pace.

I'm going to leave Loeb and the murder mystery element out of this post as I'm going to discuss it in more detail in the next post but let's simply say that it's a stretch to consider this book a whodunit.

The Hulk collector inside of me still wants to own all of these issues and if I can get them cheap I'll probably pick them up eventually. However, I baulk at the idea of paying Marvels new improved cover price for the 7 lines of dialogue that seem to make it into each issue. I'll continue to read this run but only in collection like this one.

On a final note, this collection is almost worth it just to read the little cartoons at the back written by Audrey Loeb, Hulk Splash is a particular favourite!