Justify Your Existence: Attack of the Poor Planners

It's time for another round of Justify Your Existence, the super-fun game where I judge the validity of a series of superfolks' motivations for their actions. Today: more villain types, because they usually have much more interesting origins!

First up, from Batman Comics No. 130, we've got Master of Weapons, a real no-hoper. His story starts on a movie set, as a man known only as Graham acts like a bit of a baby:

Seriously, buddy, take it up with the appropriate person, at the very least. Graham finishes his hissy fit by taking a header off of that there... windable trebuchet? Very tall catapult? He is sent to the hospital, but soon disappears.

Not long after Graham's disappearance, this sprightly fellow makes an appearance. I don't recall him being given a name in the story's text, but the title of the thing is 'Master of Weapons' so I'm going with that. The Master of Weapons has a plan, and that plan is to build siege engines and drive them to potential robbery sites, for the purpose of knocking the doors in.

Now, let's think for a second. The MoW has adopted a scheme that, unlike picking the locks on those double doors or blowing them up or throwing a rock through that giant window, telegraphs what he is about to do a very long time before he has a chance to steal anything at all. Even if Batman weren't involved in this case I reckon that the police could round this guy up pretty quickly if they asked the general public to report all instances of wooden, tension-powered devices in the city streets.

The Master of Weapons compounds his foolishness by choosing, when Batman and Robin show up, to attack them with a weapon meant to be used against gigantic stone walls. I don't know if the guy has been paying attention to the news or what, but I have personally seen the Batman avoid being killed by machine and regular guns, poison gas, various jungle creatures and Superman. I think that using that giant bolt as some sort of club would be a much better bet than having his two thuggish companions slew this thing sideways and fire off a wild shot. I know that Silver Age Batman villains take a lot of flak for their odd choices in weaponry but even an umbrella gun or hat-cannon doesn't take two or three minutes to reload.

Upon the Master of Weapons and Batman's next encounter, the MoW is using a catapult to fling a rock roughly three feet, the better to bust down a door. Again, I must point out that the effort involved in building, transporting, assembling and firing this contraption might have been better spent in other ways, like shopping around town for the best deal on crowbars. Note how Batman throws down some catapult slang in the second panel. This will be important... right now.

See, Batman was trying to trip up the MoW by deploying some specialized language, as the only people in Gotham city who resort to slang are carnies, Gypsies, siege weapon experts and the people who have been to prison, so identifying suspicious characters by their verbal tics is actually very easy. Graham, meanwhile, in his only really clever move, pretended not to recognize what the hell Batman was talking about, thus immediately throwing the World's Greatest Detective off the scent.

My grudging respect for Graham doesn't last long, however:

Yes, it turns out that even though Graham's plan all along was to frame another dude for his crimes, the only real way that he attempted to put that into effect was to go "Huh?" when Batman mentioned a nickname for what was evidently not a catapult but an onager. Master of Weapons, yes, Lord of Thinking Ahead, no.

What are his chances today? Not too good, frankly. I see ol' Graham as the token "super-villain" at those real-hero comic-cons that showed up in the Bulleteer portion of Seven Soldiers. At best. At worst, he's got a future as an "appear in one panel and then get killed to add dramatic weight to a storyline" stype guy.

What does the internet say? Not much. I think that I got more hits back about the Punisher than this guy.

Next, from 1st Issue Special No. 9, we have Khalis, "The Mummy That Time Forgot".

 

 Khalis is one of a long series of villains who prove that in a super-human-infested universe, Archaeology Is A Bad Thing. Seriously, for every ancient scarab that you dig up and use to fight crime, at least ten mummies, four cursed weapons and one haunted temple or pyramid rampage across the landscape and/or cause great spiritual turmoil inthe lives of millions. I'm surprised that the Justice League hasn't just started nuking ruins from space as a preemptive measure.

Turns out that Khalis was an early adopter of religious intolerance. In fact, he was such a prodigy that he was intolerant within the bounds of a polytheistic system. Let me emphasize this a bit more: the god that he worshipped was almost certainly related to the gods that he was calling false. It's like me devoting my life to convincing my cousins that my uncle is fictional. But, you know, effort should be rewarded, so Anubis gave the guy an amulet for being such a colossal dumbtwit.. And then, when the rest of Egypt's priests joined Nabu in mummifying him alive, Anubis kindly granted him eternal life.

Back to the present. Khalis takes his amulet back from Dr Fate, who apparently got it from Nabu, and uses it to summon a giganto temple to Anubis, and then Anubis himself!

Yep, things are reall looking up for old Khalis.

Except, of course, for the fact that Anubis no longer has any idea who the hell he is. In fact, I'm not too sure that he liked him much in the first place, as "being alive for three thousand years even though you've been mummified" doesn't seem like a very good god-given ability. Does it surprise you very much that Khalis is dust just three or four pages later?

What are his chances today? I'd say pretty good: mummies look cool in both wrapped and unwrapped states, and are among the few varieties of undead that aren't being over-used at the moment. Plus, Dr Fate doesn't really have many good enemies and a sad mummy who is trying to get his god to remember who he is is a concept with at least a couple of good stories in it.

What does the Internet have to say? Well, his story's been reprinted once. That's something, right?

Last, but certainly not least is Professor Hugo from Detective Comics No. 306, "The Wizarrd of 1000 Menaces". I'll let some Gotham City important types set things up:

Yes, it's another bizarre Gotham City society event. I guess that there's a reason that every time a horrible gelatinous blob starts rampaging around town the man on the street assumes that it's a publicity stunt: because it has a fairly high chance of being one. Hell, the Gotham Jelly Company hired men to dress up as blobs just last year.

Of course, Bruce Wayne is pegged to participate, and of course it's because his ancestor attempted to fly using a bat-suit. Because every single ancestor that Bruce Wayne has was either a detective or found occasion to dress like a bat or both. Science fact. But while Bruce is thinking about how ironic this all is, thugs armed with lightning cannons and jet-skis attack the bridge! But why?

The culprit turns out to be one Professor Arnold Hugo, who is upset with the Cosplay Selection Committee for not choosing him, even though his ancestor was a great warrior. In an attempt to gain recognition as a scientist, Prof. Hugo subjected himself to his experimental Brain-Stimulator and grew a gigantic, science-filled noggin. At this point, Hugo's plans diverge from what mine would be in a similar situation. Rather than registering a few hundred patents and then figuring out a way to shrink his head back down to size, all the while not really giving a damn about whether anybody wants him to dress up and pretend to fight some dudes, Hugo decides to devote all of his energies to destroying a publicity event. Which, when you think about it, would probably generate even more publicity for the museum, ensuring that its opening would be the event of the season. To this questionable end, in addition to deploying lightning guns and jet skis, he develops a remarkable tiger-growing solution and then, after twice being foiled by Batman and Robin:

He dispatches invisible flying robots to abduct them. At this point, Hugo is winning on style points alone. Is there any doubt that he has a death-trap lined up for Our Heroes?

Yes, Hugo is on top of the world. He even has a plan to... make another moon? Yes, I appear to have read that correctly: Professor Hugo plans to make a second moon so that everyone will remember who he is, The Guy Who Made the Tides Way Too High To Go To The Beach.

Don't worry though. He made the mistake of leaving Batman alone with a ball-point pen, so this happened:

What are his chances today? Despite the existence of Oolong Island, the DCU doesn't have nearly enough of the kind of mad science that unleashes invisible flying robots and glorious second moons on the world. Professor Hugo would be a perfect foil to the Cry for Justice-style, taking themselves way too seriously comics that crop up far too often nowadays.

What does the Internet say? Why, it turns out thatt he returned four times to fight the Martian Manhunter! How nice! Wouldn't it be great if he had shown up in an early issue of Run! to give the Human Flame a hard time for killing J'onn first?

So, three more existences, three justifications. I reckon that Khalis and Prof. Hugo can get away with what they do due to being completely bug-nuts, but the Master of Weapons is going to have to settle for a copy of out home game (our home game consists of a copy of Showcase Presents: Batman and access to the Internet).

Good afternoon, everyone!

You Got the Right Stuff, Richie.

In this crappy economic climate, I find it soothing to think back to a more fruitful era, like the 1980s. It seemed possible that we could all someday sleep on a pile of money, since even children like Richie Rich were ridiculously wealthy. Computers were going to solve all of our problems. Soon a pill would be developed to provide us with all our dietary needs. And we could be sure that a certain pop group's star would never stop rising.

Yes, I'm talking about the New Kids on the Block.

But, like a Hypercolor t-shirt, NKOTB did not age so well.

Except Jon. Lookin' fine, Jon. Lookin' eerily similar, in fact.

Anyway, at one point in this magical era, the New Kids on the Block, who were pretty wealthy themselves, met the richest kid around, Richie Rich.

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Both Richie and the Kids have pretty sweet lives, so this was the crisis for the issue. The New Kids on the Block are lost in Richie's giant, luxorious mansion. What's next? A harrowing issue where Richie has too much ice cream and the New Kids have to help him eat it?

Yup.

Anyway, the gist of the story is that it's Richie's birthday and he wants to go see the New Kids in concert. (Me too, Richie. But the reunion tour isn't coming to Halifax.)  Richie's Dad decides to play a trick on him, and tell him the tickets were sold old, but surprise Richie with having the New Kids play at his party.

It's a "party to end all parties," which is a bit of a tragic title in retrospect, since some of the members of NKOTB almost snorted their way to the big party in the sky.

But at this point, the New Kids are just down to earth Boston boys. They arrive at Richie's place for the birthday party and lose their shit over the size of Richie's mansion. And I have to stress again, that these guys are not doing bad for themselves either. Richie is RICH!

The New Kids are a little slow, which is probably realistic, and can't figure out how to get in.

I'm going to assume that all the punning is also realistic.

From here, they just keep running into crazy crap all over the Rich residence. It's run-of-the-mill rich people's stuff—the Elephant Man's bones and whatnot—until they find one room that holds a fully functioning circus, made entirely of robots.

Weird. Why would the Rich family have these? Secret military weapons? Do they run a nightmare factory? The look on that clown's face is truly terrifying.

I think this is the kind of dark shit that lead to Donnie Wahlberg's role in the Sixth Sense. Remember?

Yeesh.

Luckily, just when things are getting dire, Donnie locates a room-finding computer. Good on ya, Donnie. You'll survive when the rest of the Kids perish. 

But the computer can't decipher their thick Bostonian accents and their rap-influenced dialect. Remember, computers were very literal in the 80s. You were like, "What up, computer?" and they were like, "2.65 meters above me is the ceiling, human."

So the computer sends them to the weather room!

Richie eventually finds the Kids by taking off the removable roof to the mansion and air-lifting them out by helicopter. Clearly using resources where they're needed. So, NKOTB make it to the party.

Well, sure. It's easy to say friendship is more important than money when you're crazy rich. That's the NKOTB manager, Maurice Starr, providing that little platitude by the way.

This moral is slightly cheapened by the ad on the next page.

I hope NKOTB's friendship costs less than $2.99 per minute these days. I'm not sure I can afford that.

Snuggles In Disguise

Every now and again I'll hold my breath, cover my ears, and enter a Toys R Us. This time it was to check out the new Super Friends figures, which were adorable.

But they were totally trumped by these guys:

This squishy guy turns into this:

And his name is...Slumblebee! The cuddliest Transformer!

And just when I thought it could get any cuter, I found this guy:


His name...wait for it...is...SOFTIMUS PRIME!

Can you stand it?

This Week's Haul: If I only had One More Day, I wouldn't waste it reading Spider-Man

The reviews are pretty late this week due to a combination of comics being late this week, and me being away for Friday and Saturday. But now the long wait is over.

I should mention quickly that the second podcast guest-starring me is up at The Dollar Bin. In this episode we discuss super hunks. So you can check that out here.

Alright, let's get this show on the road.

Metal Men #2

Metal Man always has been, and always will be, a very nerdy comic. And not even in the fantasy worlds and freaky alien peoples kinda way. In the way that you actually learn stuff, and if you happen to be a chemistry nerd, there are layers to the comic that only you will enjoy.

I have never been one for science. Basically anything I know about chemistry, I have learned from Metal Men comics: Mercury is liquid at room temperature, lead is heavy, and platinum is slutty.

Even though we would have nothing to say to each other, I have a pretty big crush on Will Magnus. I like guys named Magnus who build robots, and I like guys named Magnus who fight robots. It's a weakness.

Duncan Rouleau's Metal Men mini-series is so beautiful and so entertaining. When the ads said it was "exploding from the pages of Superman/Batman," I was a little worried. Nothing should explode from those pages...except my brain.

Anyway, like I say, this series is excellent. And very cute.

Look at Lead! So adorable! And look at Will! Equally adorable!

Buy this, read it, love it. I know it's science-heavy, but you can't possibly know less about science than I do, and I'm enjoying it immensely. Even if you just look at the covers it's worth it.

Outsiders #50

I am no fan of the Outsiders. Never have been. I don't care if Batman started it, they are still boring.

So imagine my surprise when I read this and really, really liked it. I haven't read any of the Five-of-a-Kind comics leading up to this, but I checked this out because it's written by Tony Bedard and had Batman on the cover. And it's the last issue of this series, as it now becomes Batman and The Outsiders.

I'll tell you what I really loved about issue #50: this guy:

Oh, Bruce. I love it when you play dress-up. Always good to see Matches.

I also really liked that the get-up didn't fool Catwoman for a second:

Also...Catwoman!

Woot! Ok, Outsiders. Sign me up for issue #1. You have my attention.

Supergirl #21

Sadly only one issue left after this one in the Bedard/Guedes run. I'm probably never going to be very interested in a Supergirl comic, but this run has been well-written and looks great. I have no complaints. Except the covers. I wish Guedes was doing them.

But look at the inside! Look at how bored she looks when Karate Kid chops her in the face!

That girl is tough. I like her and look forward to more of her Teen Titans adventures.

Jonah Hex #23

I read this last night just before I went to see 3:10 to Yuma, so it was a really excellent cowboy night all around.

I love every issue of this series, but I thought this one was especially awesome. The Jordi Bernet artwork certainly added to the awesome.

I really like the way he draws Hex. There have been many different levels of grossness in his face, depending on the artist. It ranges from it looking like raw hamburger, to just being a simple bridge of skin over his lip and a slightly larger right eye. I think Bernet strikes a perfect balance:

I really like the blank white eye. That's a nice touch. Hex should be hard to look at.

Anyway, excellent issue.

Countdown Week 34

I was happy that Piper and Trickster were the stars of this issue. Some JLA members finally caught up with them (most notably, Wally), and we start to get some answers:

Did anyone listen to the podcast (or go to the panel) of the Big Guns panel at ComicCon? It was pretty awkward to listen to, most notably because at one point someone asked why we're supposed to believe that Piper and Trickster are innocent when we clearly saw them beating Bart to death in The Flash? Paul Dini (I'm pretty sure it was him, anyway) answered by saying that, though they are doing their best, they aren't able to keep track of everything that is going on in every DC comic when they are plotting Countdown. This was the WRONG answer.

Dude. First of all, the correct answer to questions such as that, is always "Wait and see." Then your ass is covered while you go do your research or whatever and re-write stuff. Or so ten years down the line you can write a comic that reveals that the Piper and Trickster who beat Bart up were alternate Earth Piper and Trickster. Or whatever you want. The point is, it's a valid answer that does not reveal that you screwed up in any way. Because...seriously? I know you can't pay attention to every little detail of every comic, but the comic in which Bart Allan is murdered is probably worth a read.

Anyway, I didn't mean to go off on a whole thing there. I'm just saying, his answer surprised me. And disappointed me.

Black Canary Wedding Planner

That's just an adorable cover. Stephane Roux rocks.

Inside was fine. Was anyone else bothered by Green Arrow's flaming read hair? That was kinda weird. Also, I dunno. Maybe I just don't care about weddings. They should get married in the Watchtower. Hell, I would.

The All-New Atom #15

I was really glad to see this issue get away from the whole Countdown Jason/Donna/Monitor thing for a little bit so Ryan could fight some giant monsters. That was fun. I don't have anything in particular to say about this issue except it was, as always, very funny and great. And I want a Head action figure. That talks.

The Incredible Hulk #110

I thought this was pretty great. This whole series has had a lot of great "Woah! Neat!" moments, and this comic had a good one. Amadeus Cho, kid genius and Hulk fan, successfully argues that Hulk doesn't have the capability to kill anyone. It's pretty cool.

I am still really enjoying this series. It's so much more enjoyable than Endangered Species or One More Day (and, yes, I am making that call on OMD after only one issue).

I want Hulk to come around and stop trying to kill everyone, but not before he makes the heroes fight in that giant gladiator ring. Because that is going to RULE.

The Amazing Spider-Man #544

Well, this wasn't very good at all.

This really grossed me out:

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Lucky for Iron Man he has all that armor on.

Now, I'll admit that I don't know the most about the Marvel universe, but is there a reason why Peter Parker couldn't have gone to another wealthy super hero for money for May's hospital bills besides his arch enemy? Say...Danny Rand? Anyone? Any reason at all? Was Peter just being poetic and decided Tony should be made to pay the bills?

Aw, who cares. This comic was lame.

Ditko vs Gobots

If I ever meet Steve Ditko (unlikely), these are what I am asking him to sign:

Oh, don't let the halfway decent cover art fool you. The art in these books is completely phoned in.


Look at them! They look like I drew them! When I was six! With my feet!

This is my favourite panel. This is how our three heroes meet Leader-1 for the first time:

He punches the little girl in the face through a window. I'm not sure if the kids are yelling "Help! Aliens!" or if that's what Leader-1 is saying. With his fist.

And here's the very next panel:

Those are some awkward proportions. The basic laws of physics would not allow that to happen. That kid in the orange jacket would basically have to be growing out of the mustache man's back. And the girl would have to have no legs.

Two panels later, the remarkably calm humans get a proper introduction:

"Yes, and I also have a few more questions for you to field: What the hell just happened? Am I high? and also, Could you please not punch us in the face again?"

God dammit! I expect quality in my Gobots super adventure books! I mean, by looking at this shoddy art one would get the impression that Ditko didn't care about this project. Almost as if he were only doing it for the money!

The joke's on you, Ditko collectors! You can't truly say your collection is complete until you own these fabulous volumes.