Week 21.5 – The Party Plane

Previously: Digger and Cole were on the Defcon 5 jet, headed for China, propelled by Metalord’s magnetic powers.. And now…

“What does ‘golden ticket’ mean, exactly?” Digger asked.

“A few years back, we not only saved Mongolia from being overrun by the Czar, but we also rescued a couple of China’s northern provinces. So each of us got a personal letter from the Premier…” Cole tapped the letter in Digger’s hand, “naming us official heroes of the People’s Republic.”

“And that’s it?” Digger asked. “You’re pinning this whole operation on a letter?”

“Official Hero,” Cole quoted. “It’s not like being a hero in the U.S. ‘Official Hero’ of a Communist dictatorship means you get perks. Like, you don’t have a passport, but I can bring you in as my ‘plus one.’”

“And you know this because you’ve done it before. You’ve flown to China before.”

“No, just Hawaii,” Cole admitted. “But it stands to reason.”

By that time, Tiffany and Amanda were returning with the sandwiches and beer, and further discussion of strategy was forgotten for hte moment. Digger had to admit the sandwich was really good. It had roast beef and prosciutto and a really interesting cheese, like gouda or something.

By the time the sandwiches were done, the beer was flowing, and the stewardesses had somehow started cuddling with them on the couches as Cole told the story of how he had become king of the Lava Men who emerged from the crater of Mauna Loa.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]There was a strangled cry from the cabins in back. Digger barely had time to recognize Cole’s voice before the lights went out and the plane went into a nose-dive. ..[/blockquote]“My God,” Digger said. “Kevin told me you were crazy, but I didn’t realize he meant certifiably.”

“I’m not crazy,” Cole said.

“You just told me that you’re the king of the Lava Men,” Digger said.

“By right. Because I killed their king,” Cole said. “But I never actually tried claim the throne. That would be crazy.”

Digger turned to look at Amanda for support and noticed her fine blonde hair sticking out from her head in all directions. “I’m not sure you’re really the best judge of what’s crazy and what’s not,” he said to Cole.

“Fair enough,” Cole said. “I need to check a few things in back. Tiffany, you want to come with me?”

“Sure,” Tiffany said with a sly smile.

They headed into the back, leaving Digger alone to make small talk with Amanda.

Digger felt his ears pop. “What the hell?”

“It’s because we’re gaining altitude. Come here and sit with me for a second,” Amanda said, leading Digger to trhe airplane seats bolted along the cabin wall. She took both of Digger’s hands in hers.

“Can you fly?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Digger answered.

“Are you invulnerable at all?”

“ No.”

“Immortal?”

“Not that I know of.

Amanda loosed his hands and smiled nervously. “You know what? We’re just going to fasten this really quick.”

Digger looked down and realized that she had fastened his seatbelt.

“Wait, why?” he asked as she clicked her own belt closed.

There was a strangled cry from the cabins in back. Digger barely had time to recognize Cole’s voice before the lights went out and the plane went into a nose-dive.

How will Digger survive the crash? And what has happened to Metalord? Join us week after next for the answers, and in the meantime, join us Monday for our next episode featuring Twain and Yi Fan.

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Week 21.4 – The Party Plane

Previously: Metalord offered to take Digger to Mongolia by way of China on Defcon 5’s private jet. And now…

As soon as the acceleration had lessened enough for Digger to trust his balance, he got up and ran to the cockpit. He threw open the door and saw Cole sitting alone in the pilot’s chair, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

“What are you doing?” Digger asked.

“Taking you to China,” Cole said. “Have you lost your memory, too?”

“No!” Digger said. “But no pilots? No engines? How is this safe?”

“We’re flying at low altitude over the Pacific Ocean,” Cole said.  “There’s no other air traffic for us to hit. And although I might act like money’s no object on this trip, no way am I paying to fill the tank on this baby just for your errand. Plus hiring pilots and filing flights plans and all that crap–not my style. Now go back to your seat and buckle in for a minute. It’s always hairy when you’re leaving or entering a country’s airspace without permission.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Digger said as he stepped out of the cockpit.

“Not supposed to,” Metalord said, and the metal cockpit door swung closed by itself.

He emerged ten minutes later as Digger was telling Tiffany and Amanda about the battle with Professor Exotherm. “Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperials slugs. I told you I’d outrun ‘em.”

“What the hell, dude?” Digger asked. “Why aren’t you flying the plane?”

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]“I am flying the plane,” Cole said. “Now that I’ve got us on course and in international airspace, it’s easy. I just have to correct our heading once an hour or so. Don’t worry, I’ve done this a million times.”[/blockquote]“I am flying the plane,” Cole said. “Now that I’ve got us on course and in international airspace, it’s easy. I just have to correct our heading once an hour or so. Don’t worry, I’ve done this a million times.”

Amanda caught Digger’s eye, held up two fingers and mouthed, “Two.”

“So what’s your plan once we get there?” Digger asked. “Cause you’re not inspiring a lot of confidence so far.”

“Why are you so negative all the time?” Cole asked. “Who’s hungry? I could go for a sandwich. Ladies?”

Tiffany got up and headed toward the small galley in the back of the cabin, mumbling, “I live to serve.”

Cole leaned toward Digger and said, “She never got the hang of the whole ‘friendly skies’ thing, but she makes a hell of a sandwich.”

“I can hear you, you know,” Tiffany called from the galley.

“And beer,” Cole said to Amanda as she got up to follow. “Don’t forget the beer.”

“Is it a good idea to drink and fly?” Digger asked.

“Relax. It’s all good,” Cole said. “Look, I might as well tell you now that things will get a little hairy when we enter Chinese airspace.”

“Hairy how?”

“Well they might scramble an interceptor or two. Nothing major. But it will all be fine as soon as we land and I show them this.”

He pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Digger. It was a letter on heavy bond, all in Chinese, very formal-looking. “What’s this,” Digger asked.

“That’s the golden ticket.”

What does the letter say, exactly? Join us tomorrow to find out in our next episode!

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Week 21.3 – The Party Plane

Previously: Cole took Digger to the airport to board Defcon 5’s plane for the trip to China. And now…

“This isn’t a plane,” Digger said. “This is an airliner.”

The plane looked pretty much like any civilian airliner to Digger’s eyes–not a jumbo jet, more like a 707. It bore no logos, only a simple color scheme of white and royal blue.

“Well, there are five of us,” Cole said.

“Six,” Digger corrected. “And this plane is designed to carry over a hundred.”

“Yeah, but not for an extended period,” Cole said. “This plane has sleeping cabins and a nice living area. One of the stewardess stations has been converted into a small medical bay, and there’s even a mobile lab for Cortex to dick around in.”

“I see,” Digger said.

“And the twins share a cabin, so it’s five.”

“You really do need to start thinking of them as two separate people,” Digger said. “It’s just rude otherwise.”

“Cole knows all about rude, believe me,” Tiffany said as she shouldered past Digger dragging a rolling pilot’s case. She continued toward the plane, walking fast.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” Cole called after her. He smiled at Digger. “We are going to have so much fun.”

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]“What’s the hurry?” Digger asked. “The pilots haven’t even started warming up the engines.” “Who said anything about engines?”[/blockquote]“Fun never stops on the party plane,” Amanda said as she passed by in Tiffany’s wake.

“What did she mean by that?” Digger asked.

“Nothing,” Cole said. “Look, you can’t be surprised by this. I mean, you’ve been on teams before, right? That one in Arizona?”

“Yeah, but we didn’t have anything like this,” Digger said as they started to mount the rollaway staircase to the fuselage.

“Then you were doing it wrong,” Cole said. “No wonder you have such a bad attitude.”

“I don’t have a bad attitude,” Digger said as he stepped into the plane. The cabin was mostly dark except for some small emergency lights.

“Find a seat,” Cole said. “I’ll be right back.”

He headed toward the cockpit as Digger looked around. The cabin looked sort of like a narrow living room with couches and tables, except with standard airplane seats lining the walls. Amanda helped Digger stow his duffel bag in a closet, then directed him to one of the seats. “You’ll want to get buckled in,” she said as she fastened her own seat belt.

“What’s the hurry?” Digger asked. “The pilots haven’t even started warming up the engines.”

“Who said anything about engines?” Amanda looked amused as a turbine whined to life and the lights in the cabin flickered on.

“Isn’t that the engine?” Digger asked.

“No, that’s just the auxiliary power unit, for the lights,” Amanda said. “You’d know it if the engines were on.”

“Oh, no-no-no,” Digger said, but before he could stand up to go to the cockpit, the plane lurched silently under them. It stopped, and as Digger looked out the window, he saw that the plane was pivoting like a compass needle until he could see the hangar doors. They slid shut of their own accord, and the plane twisted silently in the air and shot into the sky.

And they’re off! What will happen next? Join us tomorrow for our next episode!

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Week 21.2 – The Party Plane

Previously: Cole told Digger that their sponsor had credited Digger assisting in taking down a robot, which carries a cash prize. And now…

“Okay, you want the truth? Truth is, you got credit for downing it and I only got credit for the assist,” Cole said. “So I give you clothes and a trip to Mongolia, and you sign your share over to me.”

“How much money are we talking about?” Digger asked.

“The money doesn’t matter,” Cole said. “What matters is, I don’t assist. You sign over to me, I get full credit for the takedown.”

“So this is an ego deal.”

“This is an ‘I’m offering you help, take it or leave it’ deal.”

“I’ll take it,” Digger said. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Cole said.

Twenty minutes later, they were driving toward a large private hangar. “Listen, there are a few things we’ll need to discuss once we’re in the air,” Metalord said. “But for the most part, you can just sit back and enjoy the trip. I’ll handle the heavy lifting. I’ll get us into China, I’ll negotiate with the Czar. All you do is point out this Twain guy if you see him and I’ll handle the rest.”

“Out of the goodness of your heart,” Digger said.

“And the publicity I’ll get for being the only guy to stare down the Czar solo.”

“You think you can?” Digger asked.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]“Defcon 5 beat him, and he knows that it was mostly my doing. It’s a mutual respect thing…”[/blockquote]“We have an understanding,” Cole said as he pulled up next to a white Escalade. “Defcon 5 beat him, and he knows that it was mostly my doing. It’s a mutual respect thing. Come on, I want you to meet the girls.”

“The girls” were just getting out of the Escalade as Digger opened the passenger side door of the Porsche. One was a tall, slim brunette and the other, a shorter blonde with ample curves that reminded Digger of Marilyn Monroe. “Digger, I’d like you to meet Tiffany and Amanda.”

“Hey,” Amanda said with a little wave and a bit of Southern twang in her voice. Her dimpled smile was gorgeous.

“We’ll grab our bags and meet you on the plane,” said Tiffany, the brunette, to Cole.

As he and Cole walked toward the hangar, Digger asked, “What’s going on? Who are they?”

“Flight attendants,” Cole said.

“Flight attendants?” Digger repeated skeptically. “They look more like models.”

“Yes, they’re very hot flght attendants,” Cole said. “Is that a problem?”

“Well, this is not exactly a vacation,” Digger said. “What kind of trip do they think we’re taking?”

“The kind where we’re flying halfway around the world, and I don’t want to get bored,” Cole said. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to pitch in on the bill.”

“I’m not worried about the bill. I’m worried about their safety,” Digger said.

“”Look, it’s not a thing,” Cole said. “We’ll drop them off in Shanghai, they’ll do some shopping while we’re gone. It’ll be fine.”

“But why do we need flight attendants anyway?” Digger asked. “I mean, it’s just a little private jet, right?”

Cole gestured and the huge hangar doors rolled back, letting Digger see the plane.

“Oh my God…”

Who are Tiffany and Amanda, really? And will Cole’s plan come off as easily as he thinks? Join us tomorrow for the next episode as the trip gets underway!

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Week 21.1 – The Party Plane

Previously: While Twain traveled to Mongolia, Cole Chen–a.k.a. Metalord–offered to take Digger after him. And now…

Once they were seated in his classic Porsche, Cole didn’t even bother to start the engine. The gearshift put itself in neutral and the car glided silently away from the curb.

The silence creeped Digger out. “Dude, could you do me a favor and at least start the engine and let it run while we go? It’s too quiet.”

“Can’t,” Cole said. “I got this car from a salvage. It doesn’t even have an engine in it. But I’ve got the body and the interior looking good, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” Digger acknowledged. “But why even have a car without an engine? Why not just fly everywhere?”

“Because this is comfortable, and it looks good,” Cole said. “Besides, I thought you said you hated flying.”

“I do,” Digger said. “I just… it’s too quiet.”

“Then what if I do this?” Cole made engine sounds with his mouth, modulating like shifting gears as he yanked the gearshift back and forth.

“Don’t,” Digger said.

Cole stopped and shugged. After a moment, he said, “So you and Katrina, huh?”

“Don’t remind me,” Digger said.

“What, wasn’t it good?”

“For me, yeah,” Digger said. “But for her? I’m not exactly the man she remembers.”

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]“Okay, fine,” Cole said. Then he slapped the steering wheel. “Damn it, the traffic sucks today. Which bugs you more, flying high or flying low?” “Um…” was all Digger could say before the car lifted straight up off the road and shot forward at high speed…[/blockquote]Cole glanced at the road, then gave Digger a pitying glance. “Smaller?”

“No!” Digger said. “Just… I don’t have the same stamina, or… pain tolerance I used to have.”

“I didn’t think Katrina would be into that stuff,” Cole said.

“She’s not,” Digger said. “It’s just, when she gets excited… I mean, you’ve seen what she does to the molecules around her, right? She can do stuff like that everywhere.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

Cole was silent for about 20 seconds, watching the road. “But wait a minute, wouldn’t that…?”

“Could we not talk about this, please?” Digger asked.

“Okay, fine,” Cole said. Then he slapped the steering wheel. “Damn it, the traffic sucks today. Which bugs you more, flying high or flying low?”

“Um…” was all Digger could say before the car lifted straight up off the road and shot forward at high speed.

“That’s better,” Cole said, skimming along about twenty feet up. “We’ll be there in no time now.”

Digger thought they would go to a mall or something, but they landed in front of a small tailor shop, where Cole bought him some overpriced slacks and shirts that looked like they had come right out of Abercrombie or someplace. “But these are reinforced with Kevlar,” Cole said. “Just in case.”

“I can’t pay you back for these,” Digger said. “I don’t have money or a job.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cole said. “I’ll take it out of your cut for downing the robot.”

“What cut?”

“One of our sponsors does this thing,” Cole said. “We get bonus incentive pay for every enemy we take down. You assisted on my takedown of that robot, so you’re entitled to a cut.”

“Really?” Digger asked, sounding skeptical. He wasn’t a member of the group. Why would he get paid anything at all?

Is Metalord telling the truth? And if not, can Digger trust him on anything? Be here tomorrow for our next episode!

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Super Movies – Hulk

So although Out of the Vault is not green this month, Super Movies certainly will be, with a 6 week look back at the two feature films featuring Ol’ Jade Jaws. The funny thing is, if you had asked my teenage self which Marvel character would be best suited to make the transition to the screen, I would not have said the Incredible Hulk. So I think I was as surprised as anybody when the Universal TV pilot starring Bill Bixby as medical researcher turned green monster David Banner was not only picked up as a series, but had a successful five-season run, followed by three more TV movies.

I was always ambivalent about the TV show. On the one hand, I thought the pilot film was well done, and I liked anything that helped bring comic book superheroes into the mainstream.

On the other hand, the show actually had nothing to do with the comics character beyond his skin color (not even his name), and I don’t think any show was ever quite so nakedly formulaic. With only a couple of exceptions, if you had seen one, you had seen them all.

So by the time the show was cancelled, I think for a lot of people it seemed as if the entire concept was just worn out. But then along came Ang Lee.

Lee had blown people away with the remarkable Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a film that somehow managed to be a kickass martial arts drama while also dealing with some heavy themes. Like James Cameron, it seemed that Ang Lee was one of those guys who could do action movies for smart people. When it was announced that he would be directing a new movie featuring the Hulk, fans were genuinely excited. If anyone could breathe new life into the character, Lee could.

Doubts started to arise when the first footage of the Hulk debuted in a much-hyped TV spot during the Super Bowl (which ILM attributed to the fact that the footage had been rushed out before it was completely finished). And when Universal released the film in 2003, the reaction was not good.

So what went wrong? Was it really as bad as everyone says now? Let’s take a look.

Hints to both the film’s strengths and weaknesses can be found in the film’s opening credits.

The  credit sequence runs for five minutes and tells the backstory of an obsessed scientist (we’ll later find out his name is David Banner) attempting to isolate genetic traits from jellyfish, salamanders, starfish, and lizards that enable them to adapt to threats. This information is all given in quick visual cuts featuring lots of jittery editing, and to give everything a comic-book feel, the colors are bright and the credits are done in a hand-lettered comic book font. But notice also the letters reflected on Banner’s face. Every credit has extra touches like that, and I like that the movie pays attention to details.

Something else you see during this opening sequence: split-screens. Movies have toyed with splitting the screen forever, but rarely does it make up so much of the movie’s visual language as it does here (The Boston Strangler and More American Graffiti are two that spring immediately to mind). And I can see why Lee does it: to propel the storytelling while mimicking the feel of comic books (George Romero did some similar tricks in Creepshow).

I think it works well in places. In other places, it seems more like Lee’s showing off, thinking he’s being much more revolutionary than he is because he’s not really a comic book guy, like a mainstream author trying to write science fiction.

So the credits are done, but we’re not done with backstory yet. Banner meets with a Lt. Colonel named Ross (who looks amazingly like a young Sam Elliott) and tells him of his idea to create soldiers who can adapt to any environment, regenerate wounds, resist poisons. Ross for some reason is really upset about protocol not being followed and forbids Banner from doing human trials.

So Banner injects himself with the compound, but it doesn’t make him into Wolverine. It apparently does teach his boys to swim, though, because suddenly his wife is pregnant. And the baby, when she has it (literally at the moment she announces her pregnancy, thanks to a split-screen wipe), gets mottled green skin when he’s angry. Banner realizes that whatever his formula did to him has been passed on to his son. So he tries to fix it without letting his wife find out (shades of Gladiator).

And while all this is going on, we get several shots of desert flora, stunted trees and lichen. I’m not sure what Lee’s trying to say with the lichen, but he keeps cutting to close-ups of it throughout the movie, so get used to it.

Anyway, his wife never finds out, but Ross does and throws Banner off the project. So Banner sets the self-destruct mechanism on the base, because he’s a little crazy. Oh, and although the self-destruct mechanism uses the standard two-key fail-safe we’ve seen in movies for decades, don’t these locks seem a little close together to you?

Isn’t the point to have them far apart so it takes two people to activate? Then again, this is just the nuclear destruct mechanism for a top secret military base. It’s not like they’re growing wheat or anything.

Banner rushes home as the alarms are sounding. He grabs Bruce’s mother and drags her into the next room, where there are screams and we know he’s going to kill her,  but the movie drags that realization out for over an hour.

Finally backstory’s done and we can start getting to the good stuff. No! It’s teenaged Bruce with his adoptive mother, planning to be a scientist. And now finally, Bruce grows up into Eric Bana, and presto! He’s a scientist at the Berkeley Nuclear Biotechnology Institute. He rides a bike, so we know he’s a nerd. And as he’s walking in, we get the requisite Stan Lee cameo, with bonus Lou Ferrigno (TV’s Hulk) thrown in.

Bruce has just broken up with hot, hot Betty (Jennifer Connelly, playing another comic book girlfriend), but they are also partners on a project at the Institute, so you know the whole break-up thing isn’t going to take.

Bruce and Betty are developing a project with nanomeds, super-tiny robots that are intended to heal wounds. They experiment with a big frog with a cut on his back. First he inhales the nanomeds until they have dispersed throughout his system, then they hit him with gamma rays (which I’m guessing are supposed to give energy to the tiny robots). The frog’s cut heals instantly. But the fun doesn’t stop there.

The nanomeds apparently don’t know when to stop and end up creating exploding tumors or something. Which is not as useful as you might think.

But to Glenn Talbot, defense contractor, the project shows promise, and the fact that he has the hots for Betty doesn’t hurt. He hits on her while making a job offer with a huge salary; interesting way to hire a prostitute. She turns him down.

So then–hey look, it’s Daniel Dae Kim from Lost.

He’s reporting to General Ross, and now we know why the younger Ross looked so much like Sam Elliott.

I hadn’t realized just how many genre movies this guy had been in until I started writing them up in detail. The General is, of course, Betty’s father.

Meanwhile, Bruce is looking at an old photo of Betty and flashing back on a memory of her telling him about a disturbing dream she has had. Except Jennifer Connelly’s performance starts out all flirty, so it’s weird when there actually does turn out to be a dream (about Bruce hurting her). Oh, and we get some more shots of lichen-encrusted rocks.

Bruce goes home and waters his lichen-rock garden (seriously) while the mysteriously creepy new janitor at the lab analyzes the DNA from a hair sample taken from Bruce’s lab to discover that Bruce Krenzler (his adopted name) is really Bruce Banner. Bruce wakes up from a Hulk-y nightmare and sees the janitor lurking outside with his three creepy dogs (a mastiff, a pit bull, and a standard poodle).

Next day, lab assistant Harper is fixing the gamma ray thingy when it shorts out, releases a cloud of nanomeds and begins counting down. Bruce pushes Harper aside and blocks the gamma rays with his body, because it’s not like gamma rays are extremely high energy radiation that can go through practically anything.

But although the movie has stuck with the TV series conception of Bruce as a medical researcher rather than a bomb designer, this origin is not too unlike the original comics story, from Bruce heroically risking his life to save a douchebag to the focus on Bruce’s frightened face.

When he wakes up in the hospital, Bruce feels wonderful, although Betty is freaking out. Bruce goes to sleep, dreams of lizards and lichen and wakes up to find the janitor sitting in his room with the three dogs.

And of course, the janitor is actually David Banner, Bruce’s father, played by Nick Nolte. He does a little mad raving, telling Bruce that together they can rule the galaxy as father and son. And he warns Bruce not to trust Betty or her father.

Which is a coincidence, because General Ross has just told Betty the same thing. Betty calls Bruce later to tell him about the visit, but Bruce is busy having acid flashbacks while making funny faces.

Actually, he’s reacting to the stress and fear of everything that’s happened to him in the entire movie. Problem is, it’s hard to relate to this as a reason for his first change, as opposed to somebody, say, beating him up. This just seems like a weird choice, for both Lee and Bana.

But suddenly, Bruce begins to scream and stumble through the halls as he turns big and green and computer generated. He goes nuts and smashes up the lab, saving his biggest rage for the gamma bomb that zapped him. He throws it right through the wall.

And once he’s done, he calms down. Calm, his face is soft and rounded, almost like a big baby.

Which I guess is Ang Lee’s point here. The Hulk is like Bruce’s repressed childhood anger given physical form. He doesn’t figure out solutions to problems; he throws tantrums, which just happen to be shaped like gamma bombs, or later, like M1A1 tanks.

But his janitor walks in after the destruction is over, which just pisses the Hulk off all over again. He smashes up through the roof and screams his rage at the city, then leaps off into the distance.

The Incredible Hulk has been loosed upon the world. Continued next week.

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Out of the Vault – Superman #238

I had come up with a plan to turn March into a green month for St. Patrick’s Day by covering green heroes like Green Lantern, Green Arrow and the Hulk, but the G-H box is apparently still in the Vault, so no Hulk goodness today.

Instead, let’s take a week or three and look at some of the ways writers have tried to change Superman to make him less ridiculous and more interesting as a dramatic character. In 1986, John Byrne famously rebooted Superman’s continuity and changed his powers around in the process. He decided to make Superman weaker, able to be hurt, to make his stories more interesting than, “Hey, this month Superman’s fighting another guy that can’t hurt him in any way. Yawn.” He also decided to cast aside much of the Superman mythos crud that had accumulated over the years.

The thing is, Denny O’ Neil had done something similar over 15 years earlier. In 1970, Denny O’Neil took over the book with issue 233 (cover-dated January, 1971, so it would have hit the stands in November 1970 or thereabout), and the cover announced that this was the first issue of Superman’s new adventures.

So what changed? Well, Clark Kent got a new job, for one thing, leaving the Daily Planet to become a TV reporter for WGBS under Morgan Edge. And for another, all the Kryptonite on Earth was turned to iron, which was a total game-changer.

Because not only was Kryptonite the only substance that could reliably hurt Superman, but the 32 flavors of Kryptonite that writers had been coming up with since the 40’s served as very reliable story generators. Having trouble coming up with an idea? Hit Superman with Red Kryptonite and turn him into a gorilla. Problem solved.

It also seemed to be a move in the wrong direction, because without Kryptonite, it seemed that there was nothing anywhere that could challenge Superman. At least until the next issue, when it turned out that the incident that destroyed Superman’s weakness introduced a new, more serious one.

That weakness was an extradimensional visitor which absorbed a good deal of Superman’s powers and built himself a body out of sand that was a replica of Superman’s. With his powers drained by this unearthly visitor, suddenly Superman could no longer depend on his invulnerability, his heat vision, even his flying. Superman was still super, but no longer the godlike being he had been.

I bought the comic above when I was eight (15 cents, baby! Yeah, I know I say that every time, but that’s because it was only 15 cents!), 5 issues into O’Neil’s run. If you look closely at the spine, you’ll see that the cover is ripped. I don’t remember specifically when it happened, but I think it happened when I was putting the comic into a bag to protect it (ironic!). The cover caught on something, and the paper was so brittle that it tore like it was being unzipped.

If you’ve ever doubted Murphy Anderson’s mojo as an inker, notice that the penciller on the cover is Carmine Infantino. Seriously, Anderson could even make Infantino look good.

So anyway, in the story, titled “Menace at 1000 Degrees!” Superman gets a distress signal that a cargo ship is being attacked by torpedo boats, so he flies out to protect it. In the process, he is hit by a torpedo, and we see just how weak he is compared to the old Superman.

But that’s just the beginning of the danger. Because the torpedo boat attack was a diversion while the main gang attacked and took over a special deep drilling platform researching geothermal energy. Superman leaps out to investigate (because he can’t fly reliably anymore) and is hit with a stream of magma from a special cannon built into the rig. The magma halts his leap, and he falls into the ocean, where the magma cools into a stone covering that he barely breaks free of.

Superman realizes he might not be strong enough to take these guys on, so he goes to see the one guy who can help: Batman. No, actually, it never crosses his mind. He goes to see his sand doppelganger, who tells him to pound… you know.

That guy looks so cool, although he obviously absorbed more than just powers from Superman; he’s also a dick. I was so disappointed to find out that he’s only in the comic for these few panels. Anyway, Superman decides he’ll have to try to use strategy for once in his life. Meanwhile, the terrorists threaten to drop a big bomb down the magma shaft, which could supposedly cause earthquakes or even split the planet in two. Their demands: ten MILLION dollars in gold, plus 50 hostages and a hydrogen bomb.

The governments of the world decide to take the deal, sending ten million in bullion,  50 volunteer hostages and an H-Bomb. Among the hostages is Lois Lane, who grabs the leader’s gun and tries to rescue everyone, but ends up being talked out of it. The bad guy decides to kill her as an example to the others, but then…

Her rescuer is, of course, Superman, who makes short work of the thugs in close quarters, even managing to take out the magma cannon before it can hurt anybody. But then the leader drops the bomb down the magma shaft!

It’s a nice tense layout, but that bomb is clearly too long to be turned around in that narrow shaft the way Superman just did. Ah well, no use dwelling on continuity errors. The bomb explodes harmlessly in the sky, the bad guys are rounded up, and Superman is left to wonder how to deal with his new, less powerful existence.

The back-up feature in the issue is a “World of Krypton” story titled “A Name Is Born,” written by Cary Bates (who had been writing the main Superman stories right before O’Neil’s run started) and illustrated by Gray Morrow. A pretty young schoolteacher is riding around with an older, more experienced teacher and talking about how hard it is to control the kids in her classroom. So the old man says he’ll tell her a story that will “keep them spellbound.”

In the old, old days of Krypton, a visitor from space arrives to study the prehistoric planet to find someone else already there. The spacesuited alien offers the scientist a plant as a peace offering, only to have it grow wildly out of control once exposed to the planet’s atmosphere. The scientist believes he’s being attacked and shoots at the alien with his ray pistol.

I love the zip-a-tone negative effect Morrow used to show the energy absorption. Actually, I really like Morrow’s art throughout the story: solid figures, cool rendering effects, alien landscape with lots of detail.

The battle destroys the alien’s ship, but in the end, the alien saves the scientist from being killed by a strange, deadly plant, and they figure out that it was all a misunderstanding. So the scientist introduces himself.

Isn’t that sweet? To tell you the truth, eight-year-old me liked the back-up story better than the main feature. All that stuff with the weak hero nearly dying and second-guessing everything he does, along with nuclear terrorism and that creepy sand creature, wasn’t nearly as appealing as the story with the spaceships and the neat twist ending.

In the years that followed, I always wondered about the sand creature, because in this issue it seemed like a major deal, and yet I never saw it referenced in the comics again. I mean, they even brought Terra-Man the space cowboy back a few times, but the sand creature, nada. If I hadn’t kept the issue in question, I might have wondered if I hadn’t dreamed the whole thing.

So how long was it until the whole sand creature issue was resolved? Be here next week for the answer.

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Week 20.5 – Yi Fan

Previously: Twain faced off against the Cobalt Czar’s men in an alley, watched by a mysterious, beautiful woman with a scarred face. And now…

The big man stepped forward grimly. Twain had first thought to just use the kung fu to taunt his opponent, then fight in his usual manner. But he found himself actually using the techniques the old fraud had taught him, all those years ago.

And they felt…. right, as natural as breathing. Not only did the movements seem to flow organically into one another, but he actually seemed to be controlling his opponent’s reactions, redirecting his energy, each strike setting his foe up for the next.

Time seemed to slow down and speed up in the same moment as his hands swirled and swept. He heard a rushing in his ears and felt a giddy breathlessness in his chest, as if he were riding the rapids of a mighty river, a massive power on which he was the merest speck skimming along the surface. And yet he felt in complete control, like a surfer shooting the curl of a tidal wave, and the world was as clear blue as the water.

He felt the power pulling at him, urging him forward, and pushing at him, shoving his fist ahead of it. He dimly heard screams and the report of a pistol. His opponent suddenly didn’t seem so big, and a moment later, he seemed smaller still.Twain laughed, and his opponent fluttered away, a leaf carried on the wind of his voice.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]He dimly heard screams and the report of a pistol. His opponent suddenly didn’t seem so big, and a moment later, he seemed smaller still.Twain laughed, and his opponent fluttered away, a leaf carried on the wind of his voice…[/blockquote]And then his vision cleared, and he saw that the fight was over. He was standing at the mouth of the alley with one man unconscious at his feet, and another on his back on the other side of the street, barely stirring. He turned to look back at the girl, saw the big man groaning on the ground with an extra joint in his arm.

The girl stared at him, astonished. Even her scarred eye was wide. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked in a tiny voice.

Twain set his face in a deadpan expression, determined not to show that he was as astonished as she was. “An old man taught me, long ago.”

“What was his name?” the girl asked.

“I don’t think I ever really knew it,” he said, which wasn’t an answer, but was true nevertheless.

The girl nodded absently as she stared down at the big man groaning at her feet, then perked up at the sound of distant shouts from up the street. She dashed forward and grabbed his hand. “Come on, quickly!”

She led him away from the building and into another part of town, trhough a twisting maze of alleys that he couldn’t hope to keep straight. After a while, he could hear no more sound of pursuit. She pulled him through a doorway into the back room of some sort of shop. It was a storeroom, shelves stacked with dusty boxes. “You should be safe here for a while,” she said.

“Who are you?” Twain asked.

She tossed her white-streaked hair. “My name is Liu Yi Fan.”

Looks like Digger isn’t the only one who has suddenly developed new abilities. What’s the story on Twain? And who’s Yi Fan? You’ll have to wait for the answers, because next week, we rejoin Digger and Metalord. Join us Monday for the next exciting episode!

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Week 20.4 – Yi Fan

Previously: Twain attempted to escape from the Cobalt Czar’s men, only to run into a mysterious Chinese woman who hugged him as if she knew him. And now…

She pushed back from him to look into his eyes. Her expression clouded at his confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” Twain said.

She stepped away from him, equal parts hurt and angry. “No mistake.”

Before Twain could say anything else, he heard a cry of triumph behind him. He turned to see the big Mongolian glaring at him. As he advanced up the narrow alley toward Twain, he said something menacing in Russian that included the words, “Tsar Kobalta.” Two of his buddies staggered up behind him, wheezing. One followed the big man up the alley, while the other paused outside with his hands on his knees.

Twain turned to face the men and pushed the girl behind him. “Get out of here,” he said over his shoulder.

The big man glanced suspiciously at the girl. While his attention was diverted, Twain leaped to attack. He popped three quick jabs at the guy’s face, which were blocked, but they kept him occupied while Twain swept his leg. The guy’s hands dropped as he lost his balance, and Twain clocked him a hard one on the jaw.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”left”]Kung Fu Showoff. Twain had no use for that fancy stuff…[/blockquote]As the big guy fell to the side, Twain sprang up against the wall and launched himself at the next guy in line. He kicked the guy in the face with a shoe still wet from splashing through rancid garbage runoff. The second man stumbled back, gagging, and Twain saw the third man drawing his pistol.

Twain twisted, locked the big guy’s wrist as he was getting back up, and threw him around so that he was between Twain and the pistol. Twain noticed the girl still watching him. The scar kept one eye wrenched partially shut. It made her look skeptical.

“I told you to run,” Twain said. “I’ll keep them busy while you get away.”

Pain exploded in his cheek. He stumbled back and looked up at the big Mongolian who had just punched him. The man’s arms moved in an intricate pattern that ended in a fighting stance.

Kung Fu Showoff. Twain had no use for that fancy stuff. He’d picked up a little Krav Maga here and a little basic dirty fighting there for the times when planning failed and he’d had to resort to his fists. Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t studied any formal styles. He’d studied a lot when he was younger, under a man who was supposed to be one of the best.

But it never made sense to him. It seemed like a lot of posing and wasted motion, and the other part, the secret chi power that only the most select few could summon, had never worked for Twain at all. He rarely even thought about it.

But here and now, facing this man in front of this woman, he decided to bust out the old moves. His hands flowed into a brief fragment of a basic form, and he heard the woman gasp behind him.

Showdown time! Will Twain get away?  And what’s the deal with the woman? Join us tomorrow for our next exciting episode!

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Week 20.3 – Yi Fan

Previously: Twain was taken prisoner by the Czar’s men, but broke free and ran, with the men hot on his heels. And now…

He burst out a back door into a filthy narrow alley that reeked of animal excrement. He stepped up against the wall and used it to launch himself over a chain-link fence and into another alley, where the smell of dung mixed with the rancid reek of rotting vegetables. A restaurant or market, maybe. Twain coughed and pushed himself past the smell . His feet splashed through the runoff from the trash, though, so the smell traveled with him.

Behind him, he heard curses and the rattle of chain link as the men climbed it in pursuit of him. He burst out into another street and broke left, a plan forming in his mind. It was crazy, but worth a try.

[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]A bullet buzzed past his head, so he ducked left into another narrow alley. He vaulted trash cans and old TV’s,  leapt over a moldy mattress. The breath burned in his lungs, and he wondered if he would ever be able to scour the smells out of his nose…[/blockquote]He would lead the men away, then double back and steal their truck. He wasn’t worried about the men pursuing him; he wasn’t the best traceur around, but his parkour was good enough that they wouldn’t catch him. Digger might have been able to run him to ground,  but not these bozos. They had obviously gotten lazy after years of trading on fear of the Czar to push their fellow townspeople around.

The big question was whether more men had been drawn out of that police station or whatever by the commotion. If so, he would have to abort the truck idea and come up with another plan.

A bullet buzzed past his head, so he ducked left into another narrow alley. He vaulted trash cans and old TV’s,  leapt over a moldy mattress. The breath burned in his lungs, and he wondered if he would ever be able to scour the smells out of his nose. He gradually worked his way around and back, past temples and fortunetellers and markets with carts bearing a paltry few vegetables on them. The few people he saw on the streets retreated from him, turned away to pretend he didn’t exist. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that a strange white man running out of alleys brought nothing good with him.

Soon, Twain worked his way back to the vicinity of the station. He would approach quietly from the rear and listen for commotion from the street. He turned down a final narrow alley that should lead him right up to the rear of the station and nearly ran into the girl.

Her delicate features and light skin marked her out as a foreigner, probably Chinese. She was tall and slim; not as tall as he, but taller than an average Chinese. Her shirt and pants were the blue of a sky that threatened rain, and her face would have been beautiful, but for the scar that twisted up from just beside her nose, through her eyebrow and up her forehead. Where the scar met her hairline, the hair bore a thick streak of white instead of her normal glossy black.

She looked at his face in bewilderment then threw her arms around her neck. “You made it,” she said in Mandarin.

Who is this mysterious woman? Join us tomorrow for the next exciting episode!

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