Sam Rockwell clearly needs to play Multiple Man

Sam Rockwell clearly needs to play Multiple Man

CREDIT: 	David Shankbone

CREDIT: David Shankbone


After X-Men: Apocalypse, the main lineage of X-Men movies seems to be waning. Supernova (or whatever the title ends up being) could resurrect interest in the franchise, or it could retread water and end up a moderately better version of The Last Stand. Whatever it ends up being, it needs to not be three hours long like Apocalypse.

But that brings us to something else: the recent success of the franchise hasn’t been in the sequels, but the sidequels. Logan drew rave reviews, even in untraditional places. Legion is setting a new standard of weird on TV while hinting at a bigger story integrally tied to the movies while existing as a separate entity. Deadpool is a verifiable cult hit. After a few missteps, the X-Men spinoff attempts seem to finally be hitting their stride.

This is exactly why Sam Rockwell needs to play Jamie Madrox in an X-Factor Investigations movie.
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Literal Superheroes

It’s a ghost town here. So have some drawings of literal superheroes, something I’ve been doing in my downtime. It’s what it sounds like: taking the name of the hero to the logical extreme:

It all started with a bored literal Spider-Man, almost taking Doppelganger too far:

Spider-man drawn as if he were a real spider, eight limbs and all

Then it snowballed from there …

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“Dredd” was robbed at the Oscars

… so join me and others demanding a sequel, including the publishers of “2000 A.D.” Because seriously, “Dredd” was amazing.



Kevin Bacon: The Greatest Threat This Planet Knows

Doom DeLuise and I were talking the other night about the fact that Kevin Bacon is the new X-Men villain. After running down a (short) list, we settled on Mr. Sinister.

This was not exactly a tacit endorsement.

You see, the best reasoning we could trace back was to a particularly bad piece of cinema known as Hollow Man, perhaps the only time we’ve seen Bacon play a mad scientist. And with good reason: he doesn’t always come across as playing the brightest characters. So here we’re to believe Kevin Bacon is the greatest threat anyone has ever faced in the history of ever?

We’ve also got the un-Beastly Nicholas Hoult (who I last saw as a quite rail-thing lad in Skins) as Hank McCoy and some kid from something something Hannah Montana as Havok. I dunno. That link has the names of the people I don’t know.

I’m being a bit flippant here, I realize. It seems that they’re lining this movie up as a franchise saver. I mean, they’re even bringing in Banshee, which isn’t un-exciting. And where Sinister goes, Apocalypse often follows.

Anyway, here’s a Hollow Man clip. Is this the future Mr. Milsbury?:



Without Long Comment: ‘Green Lantern’ Preview Images

Not in the “right” kind of creative for Doomkopf at this moment, but we might as well let our faithful readers get a sneak peek at the cover of an upcoming Entertainment Weekly. Lookin’ alright so far.



Sad News: Harvey Pekar passes away at 70

It takes a lot of work to make a comic. But how much more work is it to make yourself into the comic, warts and all?

That’s the career Harvey Pekar had – a filing clerk and friend of Robert Crumb’s who took his day-to-day life and turned himself into the non-hero of American Splendor, later turned into a movie with Paul Giamatti. At times, it seemed a labor of love – a wonderful comic doomed to the underground by its warts-and-all approach to everyday mundanity.

But it’s had a huge influence since, demonstrating that comics weren’t just for the fantastic, but could be for anyone and everyone’s life. Maybe it’s mild hyperbole, but without American Splendor, there would likely be no Craig Thompson.

Mr. Pekar died earlier today. I obviously didn’t know him, but I knew his work. However, the best memorial I’ve read was on the pages of The Bomb Bag, the blog for comic writer and editor Jason Rodriguez, who collaborated with Pekar and his wife Joyce on the anthology Postcards:

I loved working with the two of them. Harvey wasn’t an email guy, our editing and storytelling was done over the phone. He read me the script and asked for edits on the fly. I had to have a drink in hand and two in the belly every time I called him, he was so intimidating to me. I loved his work for most of my life, how do you edit someone that you idolize like that? I gave some suggestions and we sent the story off to Matt Kindt. It was the story of his marriage to Joyce told via postcards. It was touching and sweet and Matt brought life to it. I love the pages. I have one hanging in my office right now.

I fucked up a bit as the book was going through production. Well, fucked up a lot. I was so enthralled with Harvey as the centerpiece that I stopped properly attributing Joyce. Joyce let me know that I was being an asshole and I tried my best to salvage the situation. I apologized. A lot. To Joyce and Harvey. Harvey told me I was making good, just don’t ever do anything stupid like that again. I promised him I wouldn’t.

The book came out and it didn’t do too hot. That, combined with a bunch of other shitty circumstances knocked the wind completely out of me. I lost a lot of enthusiasm for comics. I became embarrassed and quite depressed. I still am, honestly. Whenever I talked to anyone in comics I felt like I was given the opportunity of a lifetime and I completely threw it away and that everyone knew it. So I stopped talking to folks because it was easier. I even stopped talking to Joyce, something that still eats me up. We were working on things, or at least talking about working on things.

Harvey’s death is kicking my ass. On the one hand, he was a great and talented guy who did a lot for me just by agreeing to work on an 8-page story. On the other hand, it makes me think about my perpetual state of anxiety that I’ve been in ever since. Harvey was a guy that did it despite the odds, and I couldn’t even get over a couple of minor hurdles. The man survived cancer, I was sidetracked by a bad review and a string of annoying months.



Becoming the hero, and fleeing in terror OR why I won’t cosplay now or ever



Cross posted from my Tumblr

Halloween, 1993. I’m nine-years-old, and hopelessly addicted to the X-Men. Yes, little has changed. But I decided that year that the best idea ever is to make my own X-Men costume. For some reason, at this time, there weren’t any or many cheap vinyl X-Men costumes at Wal-Mart or ShopKo.

I wanted to be Cyclops, but on allowance wages, that was a bit much to buy in raw material. But hey, I had the right stuff for Wolverine, by which I mean yellow basketball uniforms and plastic milk jugs.
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X-Men Forever: File Under “Books I Thought I’d Hate But Love”

Over the last decade, Chris Claremont’s track record at Marvel has been poor. Heck, since leaving X-Men in 1991, his comic writing in general has been poor. Two words: Sovereign Seven.

So when I heard about X-Men Forever, where-in Claremont is going back and rebooting the X-Men as if nothing had changed since he left way back when. That means no Onslaught, no Marrow, no Bishop, no Bastion, no Fantomex, no Nano-Sentinels. Cable may be many things, but in this version of events, he’s certainly not Nathan Summers. Why? Because a young child roams around by that very name.
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My own webcomics recommendations

MG Doom recently made a very valid point that it’s hard to wade through the thousands of web comics to find a few gems. But I’ve also covered my love of xkcd here previously.

So, dear readers, you may be wondering “What should I read?” Well, here’s the unqualified opinion of somebody who owns all four issues of X-Men vs. the Micronauts:
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5 Horribly Un-PC Characters in the Marvel Universe

Marvel has (debatably) always striven for inclusiveness in their universe. Just look at the international X-Men squad that was debuted in Giant Size X-Men. Then look in that very same issue at Thunderbird. Yeah, Marvel tends to miss the mark. Sometimes it all comes out OK, as Luke Cage went from blaxploitation caricature to Avenger. But some heroes never quite make the recovery. Here are some of the most stereotypical heroes, villains and otherwise, with all the fun criteria of discrimination … race, sex, religion, sexual orientation …

1. El Aguila

You’re a Spanish mutant who can generate electricity. Logically, you’d want to live up to your cultural heritage. Being from Spain, the one that’s in Europe and not in imaginary land, you decide that your course is to imitate Spain’s greatest hero: Mexican-American swordfighter Zorro. Your tiny, donkey filled village of Madrid (population 3 million) can barely contain your zest for adventure, so you go abroad for your superheroic adventures. Sadly, his days drew to a close in the post-House of M period, losing his mutant powers. But he retained that zest for life, incorrectly applied non-Castilian Spanish and (assumedly, at least) awful mustache.

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