Week 10.1 – Caveat’s Crib

Previously: Digger found out from Twain that they were robbing Caveat Maledictor’s house. And now…

“I don’t know anything about Caveat Maledictor,” Twain said. “This house belongs to a guy named Derek Arthur.”

“Yeah, that’s Caveat,” Digger said. “This is not good. In a bad way.”

“Is there a good way to be not good?” Twain asked.

“Last cabinet on the left, you said?” Digger moved across the ceiling toward it.

“Yeah, but be careful,” Twain said. “You don’t want to set off an alarm.

“Doesn’t matter now,” Digger said. “We already did.”

“How?”

“I don’t know how,” Digger said. “All I know is, Caveat’s the kind of guy who would put up a obvious alarm system as a decoy to keep you from noticing the second, secret alarm system. Trust me, he already knows we’re here.”

***

“I’ll kill them!” Caveat shouted.

“Calm down, Derek,” Cornwall said.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Caveat said. He held up his smart phone showing the video feed from the hidden camera in his library. Digger was dropping to the floor in front of the large curio cabinet with his collection of mystic crystals collected from villains and heroes from around the world. “They’re not in your home, raiding your collection.”

“I don’t have a collection.”

“Not my problem,” Caveat said. “Digger’s my problem, and I’m going to solve him right now!”

“Wait,” Cornwall said. “Let me see what I can do first.”

***

“Are you crazy?” Twain asked in a strangled voice that tried to be a quiet shout. “You’ll set off the pressure alarm.”

“I told you, the alarm has already gone out,” Digger said.

“What makes you so sure?” Twain asked, and then a voice echoed in his head.

Digger? Cowgirl? What is your name, anyway? Twain’s mind tickled. He concentrated as hard as he could on a single phrase in his head. Mister Twain, repeating that ridiculous catch phrase over and over can’t keep me from reading deeper into your mind. It just makes it more annoying. And I don’t care if your legs are killing you.

“What do you want, Deus?” Digger said as he opened the cabinet.

To let you know whose house you’re burgling, but I see you’ve figured it out already. So just why are you still there?

“Because there’s something here I need to save someone’s life,” Digger said. “Twain, what am I grabbing?”

Yes, Mister Twain, just what is it you’re after? You might as well relax and let me read it naturally, otherwise this might get unpleas…

***

Cornwall screamed and fell to the floor. Caveat rushed to his side. “What happened, Everett? Are you all right?”

Cornwall sat up slowly and rubbed at his temples. “Not really, no. That cowgirl person, that Twain, has a vicious mental barrier. Like some kind of feedback. I wonder why he didn’t use it before?”

“Who cares?” Caveat said. “I’m going after them.”

“No, don’t,” said Cornwall.

“Why not?”

“Because what’s going to happen to Digger if this burglary succeeds is much worse than what you would do to him.”

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Super Movies – Daredevil, Part 2

Continuing our look back at 2003’s Daredevil, starring Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner and Colin Farrell. As we concluded last week, the Kingpin (Michael Clarke Duncan) had just hired Irish hitman Bullseye to kill his errant henchman, Nikolas Natchios. But before we get with the killing, we’ve got a few housekeeping scenes.

While Bullseye is on a plane killing his talkative old lady seatmate with a peanut (one of the most entertaining scenes in the movie, actually), Daredevil beats the crap out of a mob enforcer working for the Kingpin. Unfortunately, he does it right in front of the guy’s son, which brings back painful memories of his own dad’s death.

The next day, he is invited to a fancy dress ball where Foggy is desperate to drum up new business.  But Matt is depressed and doesn’t want to go. But then he runs into Elektra again and takes her up to his secret rooftop retreat so she can get turned on by the view. And we get this neat special effects moment of him “seeing” her face by the sound of the raindrops bouncing off it.

Afterward, he hears crime happening, but Elektra asks him to stay with her, and for once, a noble movie hero decides to get laid rather than stop a crime. In the morning, he wakes up feeling fine only to discover that she has sneaked out and left behind an invitation to the fancy party.

Except, wait a second.  A half-hour ago, the movie was showing us a Matt Murdock so sensitive to the sounds of the city that he has to sleep in a sensory deprivation tank with thick steel walls. Now not only can he sleep in a regular bed, but he can sleep through a woman getting out of bed with him and leaving a note on the pillow?

Oh well, who cares, because the ball is fancy. Did I mention that it’s called the Black and White Ball? Which is where evil black Wilson Fisk meets noble white Matt Murdock.

While Foggy is desperately trying to win the Kingpin’s business, Matt turns him down flat. And then he makes out with a stunning Elektra for a while.

But her father, having received a death threat from Fisk, yanks her out of the party early. And interestingly, although one of Natchios’s bodyguards quite clearly says Fisks’s name in the middle of a babble of Greek, Matt has no idea that Fisk is behind what’s to come.

What is to come, you ask? Well, look what happens to this guy.

That’s Frank Miller, writer/artist of yesterday’s Out of the Vault and the guy who single-handedly turned Daredevil cool. Bullseye kills him and steals his motorcycle, then uses it to stop Natchios’s limo. Daredevil tries to intervene by first dodging one of Bullseye’s shuriken (“You made me miss. I never miss.”) and then stealing this bit from Akira.

Bullseye uses Daredevil’s billy club to kill Natchios while Elektra is still stunned from the crash. But he doesn’t beat him to death with it. He throws it and it pierces Natchios’s heart. Keep in mind, this is a billy club; it’s not sharp! But the movie is bound and determined to lurch back and forth from cool to stupid in ever faster intervals until the stupid just takes over completely. Elektra, of course, blames Daredevil for her father’s death.

Time for more housekeeping before the big final battle. Reporter Urich visits coroner Kirby (Marvel shout-out) played by Kevin Smith (Daredevil comics writer cameo) to see Daredevil’s billy club which doubles as a white cane.

And Urich realizes that he has seen this cane before, at the Black and White Ball.

Matt and Elektra go to her father’s funeral, where Matt’s hair is looking especially heinous. Seriously, what is Mark Steven Johnson’s thing with giving his leading men awful haircuts? Remember Ghost Rider?

Meanwhile, Bullseye vows revenge on Daredevil and demands a costume, while Elektra also vows revenge on Daredevil and has herself a cool-looking, but really silly training sequence, with sandbags dropping down out of her ceiling from nowhere for her to attack with her sai.

Finally, Daredevil, Elektra and Bullseye all show up on the same rooftop together. The script doesn’t explain why or how they all end up in the same place at the same time, but whatever. Elektra has herself a sexy leather costume with the most awesome combat cleavage ever.

And Matt, of course, has his own leather costume. And Bullseye, who was last seen demanding a costume from Kingpin? He’s wearing the exact same outfit he’s been wearing all movie. Wait, what?

Elektra beats Daredevil, stabbing him through the shoulder with her sai. She unmasks him and immediately repents when she sees that Daredevil is actually her boyfriend Matt. But then Bullseye shows up and beats Elektra after a brief fight that ends in a familiar image.

So Elektra beats Daredevil and Bullseye beats Elektra, and we know Daredevil will beat Bullseye. As I said in Hero Go Home (available soon in trade paperback!–yes, it’s a plug, sort of), it’s Rochambeau. Elektra is Paper, Bullseye is Scissors, and Daredevil is a Rock. A big, dumb bleeding rock who ends up back in the church as we finally loop back to the beginning of the film.

Bullseye shows up, and he and Daredevil have a huge fight in the church, atop a pipe organ that is seriously like ten stories tall or some such shit.

Bullseye discovers that Daredevil’s weakness is loud noises, so he bangs on the organ pipes and rings the church bell, leaving Daredevil nearly helpless. But then Bullseye makes the mistake of not only naming Fisk as the Kingpin, which Matt was too dumb to put together before, but he also mentions that Fisk’s calling card is a red rose, which Matt found on his dead father’s body. Yes, that’s right, This Time It’s Personal (which is a pet peeve of mine).

Daredevil dispenses with Bullseye by throwing him out the stained glass window to crash onto Urich’s car, then takes this Hulk-like superleap across the street. Seriously, this should not be Daredevil; this is more like Spider-Man or Digger (yes, another plug; if you’re not reading Run, Digger, Run!, you’re missing out).

And finally, we come to the final battle between Daredevil and Kingpin. And it’s a little anticlimactic after the big Daredevil/Bullseye match-up. But hell, by this point, I think the movie’s getting just as tired as I am. Still, it’s nice to see Ben Affleck get bounced off the ceiling.

Daredevil wins, of course, and after a brief coda to leave open the possibility that Elektra is still alive (both for a possible Daredevil sequel and for her own critically reviled movie), we’re into the end credits.

But a Marvel movie is almost never over when the credits start. Halfway through, we get a little stinger, depicting Bullseye in the hospital. Which may seem a little ridiculous in the “keeping him around for a sequel” department, until you realize that the same thing happened in the comic.

And there you go. In the end, it’s hard for me to come down definitively on the thumbs-up/thumbs down decision. The movie is gorgeous, has an obvious reverence for the source material, and does a lot of things right. I love the way Daredevil’s senses are portrayed, and I think they did about as good a job with the costume as any Hollywood comic adaptation ever has.And some of the scenes work, especially earlier in the movie.

Unfortunately, I think the movie does such a good job of grounding Daredevil in a gritty, street-level war on crime that it gets harder to buy when the action turns more outlandish as the film progresses. And while I find several of the performers appealing–Garner, Duncan, and Farrell, mostly–I don’t think their roles really come together all the way.

Ultimately, while it’s not a total misfire like Superman IV: The Quest for Peace, it looks worse every day as better superhero films are released. But I’ll still break it out and watch every now and then.

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Out of the Vault – Daredevil: The Man Without Fear #181

Since we’ll be presenting the conclusion to the recap of the 2003 Daredevil movie tomorrow, I thought I’d revisit one of the main issues of the comic that inspired the film, Frank Miller’s classic issue #181, “Last Hand,” written and pencilled by Miller with inks and colors by Klaus Janson.

Miller was a fast-rising star at the time, having gotten a ton of critical acclaim after taking over the writing as well as the art on Daredevil: The Man Without Fear. Issue #181 was the culmination of a storyline that Miller seemed to have set up from his first two issues as writer. In issue #168, Miller introduced Elektra, Matt Murdock’s old girlfriend turned ninja assassin. And in issue #169, Bullseye, a villain who had faced Daredevil a few times before , had a showdown with Daredevil which ended with Bullseye burning for revenge.

Issue #181 opens with Bullseye in prison, fantasizing about how he will kill Daredevil. As he’s plotting his revenge, another prisoner approaches him.

This doesn’t sit well with Bullseye, who now has two urgent reasons to escape. And his opportunity comes soon enough, when a late-night talk show host requests a live interview with him (the same method the Joker would use to escape custody in Miller’s later Batman: The Dark Knight Returns). Bullseye escapes from custody and seeks out his old gang for information about this new assassin, the ninja Elektra.

Turns out, she has been contracted to kill Foggy Nelson, Matt Murdock’s partner and best friend. So Bullseye, after having gotten drunk enough while studying Nelson’s files to convince himself briefly that Matt Murdock might be Daredevil, ha-ha, starts trailing Nelson. And sure enough, Elektra tries to kill him, or at least intends to until he recognizes her as Matt’s old girlfriend. She then has an attack of conscience or something and lets him go.

Cue Bullseye. He and Elektra have a knockdown, dragout fight which goes on for several pages in the distinctive style that made Miller stand out so much from his peers.

You could, if you were so inclined, call this “cinematic,” with its intricate choreography and crowded, narrow horizontal panels simulating quick cuts. Note also the lack of dialogue or thought balloons, and the figures overlapping the panel borders, hitting each other so hard they seem to literally fly out of the panels. This was a huge difference from, say, Spider-Man, who would be wise-cracking non-stop even as his thought balloons would be narrating every action he took.

Finally, Bullseye gets the upper hand. He cuts Elektra’s throat with a playing card before shockingly stabbing her with her own sai.

She stumbles to Matt’s apartment and dies in his arms. When Matt goes to the morgue with Foggy to identify the body, Bullseye realizes that his crazy idea about Murdock and Daredevil wasn’t actually so crazy. Murdock really is Daredevil. He goes to the Kingpin to let him in on the fact, but Kingpin doesn’t believe him.

So Bullseye goes after Murdock on his own. But just before he kills the lawyer, Daredevil attacks him from behind. Murdock’s not Daredevil! What?

The trick, involving a dummy and a tape recorder, isn’t all that clever, but it serves to get us into the big final showdown between Daredevil and Bullseye. And once again, Miller shows off his absolute command of layout and timing.

Notice that the vertical actions–falling in panels 1, 7, and 8, plus looking down out the window in panel 5–are in vertical panels, while the horizontal actions-sprawling, punching, kicking–are in horizontal panels. The whole fight is staged like this, with the panel shapes reinforcing the actions happening within them. Miller makes it look easy, but it’s not.

The fight ends when Daredevil drops Bullseye from a great height, shattering his spine. And from the dialogue, it appears that Daredevil does it deliberately, although it’s left ambiguous enough that the Comics Code symbol still appears on the cover.

The issue ends with Bullseye once again imprisoned, this time paralyzed and trapped in a hospital bed, and once again fantasizing about revenge.

And those eyes burning at the top and bottom of the page? A motif that has recurred throughout the story.

Which was the thing about Miller. Miller’s big breakthrough, like Moore’s, was not just that he wrote darker stories. It was that he told stories with techniques gleaned from outside American superhero comics, which you didn’t see much in the mainstream in those days.

No matter how far Miller’s career has gone astray in the years since, it can’t be denied that he did a great service to American comics back in the day. “Last Hand” is a testament to that fact, a comic book story that feels fresher and grittier than the movie made from it over 20 years later.

Which you’ll see tomorrow.

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Week 9.5 – Ripped Off

Previously: Digger and Twain were sneaking into a deserted mansion when Twain revealed he hadn’t actually disabled the alarms. And now…

“I wasn’t able to recon this place as thoroughly as I’d like,” Twain said. “He may not even have an alarm on the house. I just don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Digger repeated in disbelief. “What the hell kind of villain are you?”

“Hey, I’m just as good a villain as you are a hero,” Twain retorted.

“That’s not helpful.”

Twain halted them before a set of double doors and started to dig through his bag. “Look, the best I could do was finding one photo in an old magazine article along with tracking down invoices from when the place was built. Video cameras, motion sensors, pressure plates. But not enough to cover the entire house and grounds. Enough to monitor a narrow band around the perimeter, or one or two rooms very thoroughly.”

He pulled an electronic probe from the bag and attached it to his smart phone. He waved the probe around as high as he could reach, and a moment later, a staticky picture wavered to life on the phone. “Yeah, see? He’s got a camera mounted up in the corner of the room. Second signal piggybacking on the first; probably a motion sensor. Which is where you come in.”

“I don’t get it,” Digger said.

“The room is a basic rectangle,” Twain said. “I’m guessing there are four sensor/camera suites, one in each corner, oriented toward the opposite corner. That gives them redundant coverage of the entire room. That plus pressure sensitive plates in the floor makes it pretty impossible to sneak into. But in the photo I saw, I noticed that the decorator had installed ceiling fans. Which means the motion sensor fields are probably calibrated to ignore anything above the fans’ level.”

He dug into his bag and drew out a metal box which contained six small cylinders. He showed Digger how the cylinders could open to clamp around a cable. “You’re going to climb on the ceiling and clamp one of these to each camera cable to disable the devices. Then you just grab what we need. Easy.”

“It’s never that easy,” Digger said as Twain handed him the cylinders and a flashlight he could strap around his head. But things actually went pretty smoothly. Twain set off a smoke grenade to conceal Digger’s entrance through the top of the doorway. Then Digger crept to all four corners and clamped the cylinders to the cables. “Okay, now what?”

“Now go to that cabinet on the far left,” Twain said.

As Digger turned his head to search for the cabinet, the light fell on a glass display case. Inside the case was a familiar sight: a stout miner’s pick with a hammer head on the back end. “Hey, that’s Angar’s. What’s this guy doing with Angar’s hammer?”

Digger scanned the wall, and his light fell across a portrait. “Whose house did you say this was?”

“I didn’t. Some rich lawyer named Derek Arthur,” Twain answered.

“Jesus Christ!” Digger shouted. “We’re robbing Caveat Maledictor’s house?”

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Week 9.4 – Ripped Off

Previously: Having gotten away from the Kessler Museum and the Big Apple Corps, Twain was about to tell Digger about their next job. And now…

“Ready for what exactly?” Digger asked.

Twain held up the crystal cup he had stolen from the Kessler Museum. It wasn’t much to look at. It was fairly small–Digger’s first thought was of a finger bowl, for some reason–and made of  milky-white crystal with fine cracks running through it. “Doesn’t look like much, does it?”

“Are you going to tell me that’s the Holy Grail or something?” Digger asked.

“Or something,” Twain answered. He turned the cup over to show Digger the underside. The bottom was much thicker than the rest of the cup, and in the center, there was a depression, like a doughnut hole that didn’t quite go all the way through. “Or it will be once we find the piece that goes in here.”

“What will it do then?” Digger asked.

“Solve all your problems,” Twain said. He grabbed a clean shirt.

***

Two hours later, they were standing in a wooded area by a creek in a very rich neighborhood in Fairfield. They had left the van by the side of the road a mile back and hiked up the creek to this point. The sun had just set, and while the sky was still pink in the west, it was dark and cool under the trees. Twain looked through binoculars at a darkened mansion over a hundred yards away beyond a chain link fence.

“House is deserted,” Twain said. He tossed a black canvas duffel bag over the fence. “We can go. Boost me over.”

“Can’t you climb it?” Digger asked.

“We can’t touch the fence,” Twain said. “Boost me over, then jump.”

Digger linked his fingers together. Twain stepped in his linked hands, and Digger tossed him over. Twain rolled on the grassy lawn and sprang to his feet as Digger landed softly beside him. Twain picked up his bag, and together, they headed toward the house.

“This isn’t a museum,” Digger said.

“No, the piece we want is held by a private collector,” Twain said as they reached the rear patio. Twain consulted a small print-out that bore a house plan. “Wait here, and I’ll get us in.”

Digger tried sitting on one of the deck chairs while he waited. Like almost everything else he could see, it was both very expensive and very uncomfortable. Digger couldn’t understand why someone would spend so much money on something that was a pain to sit on. If he ever got enough money to afford a house with a deck, he’d have recliners out there. Every chair in the house would be a recliner. Hell, he’d have a reclining toilet if he could get away with it.

Although he wasn’t sure exactly how that would work. He was still trying to picture it when the French doors opened and Twain beckoned him in. “Come on.”

Digger entered and followed Twain through a series of darkened rooms. “You took care of the alarms, right?”

Twain hesitated. “Not entirely.”

“Wait, what does ‘not entirely’ mean?” Digger asked.

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Week 9.3 – Ripped Off

Previously: Digger and Twain were headed for their next robbery after Invictus lost his arm. And now…

“Mister Cornwall?” asked the doctor as he stepped into the waiting room.

Everett Cornwall, now out of his Deus Ex Machina cape, stood up, and the other members of the Corps stood as well. “Yes. How is he?”

The doctor ran a hand through his thinning hair and shook his head. “He’s lucky to still be alive. He lost a lot of blood, but we’ve got him stabilized. And we’ve reattached the arm, but I don’t know if it will take. There was extensive tissue damage at the point of separation.”

“I know.”

“Never seen anything like it,” the doctor said. “We had to cut away a lot of tissue to find healthy cells to reattach, and I’m not sure how the nerves will be affected. He may never regain full use of the arm.”

Cornwall nodded. “I’m sure you did your best.”

“Yes, well…” The doctor turned to leave, paused as if to say something else, then turned away again. “Yes.”

“You really think his arm won’t work right anymore?” asked Stickus, mumbling around a fattened lip and swollen jaw.

“Of course it will,” Caveat answered. “Ron can adapt to anything if you give him time.”

“I hope that’s the case, Derek,” said Cornwall. “But this cowgirl fellow is like nothing I’ve seen before. He’s obviously someone with great power, and yet Ron couldn’t sense it. If he couldn’t sense it, is it possible he couldn’t recover from it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Caveat said.

“I’m not,” Cornwall said. “”I’m just… Look, he did it to me, too. The only reason we were there was because I foresaw blood and screams. Not only was I wrong about Digger causing it, but the only reason it happened at all was because we were there, trying to stop it. There’s something strange about this one. Something hidden.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so spooked,” said Carpe Noctem, taking Caveat’s arm. “I’ve heard you say before that that’s a risk you run in tampering with time, that you will simply complete the loop rather than being able to change things.”

Cornwall nodded. “Yes, it’s not as if this has never happened to me before. But this time is different. I can’t say exactly how, and that’s what scares me. That and Digger. He’s different, as well.”

“Digger’s nothing,” Stickus mumbled. “This time, we’ll…”

“We won’t do anything,” Deus said. “I’m not going to risk making things worse, especially with Invictus incapacitated. We’re going to let them go, and later, if we run into them individually, then we’ll have a whole new ballgame.”

***

The motel was fairly seedy, but the shower was hot. At least, it had been when Digger showered. Twain had been in the shower for a very long time, so who knew how hot the water was now?

They were in Bridgeport, Connecticut, cleaning up before the next step. Twain emerged from the bathroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. The bomb on his chest blinked steadily. “You ready?”

Ready for what, exactly? Find out in our next exciting episode! 

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Week 9.2 – Ripped Off

Sorry for the missed update. Trying not to make it a habit.
Previously: Twain disappeared from the fight with the Big Apple Corps, along with Invictus’s right arm. And now…

Twain sighed with relief as his van came into view. He dug the keys out of his pocket and pressed the remote. The van unlocked with a chirp.

“About time.” Digger landed on the pavement beside him. “Is that the shirt from your cowgirl outfit?”

Twain was still wearing his suit pants, but instead of the dress shirt, suit coat and tie, he wore a white long sleeved shirt with frilly cuffs, like the blouse he had worn under his buckskin vest. “Yeah, I had to improvise. I couldn’t stay in the suit; Invictus saw me change.”

“Was that before or after you ripped his arm off?” Digger asked.

“That wasn’t me,” Twain said, opening the driver’s side door of the van. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you on the way.”

“On the way where?” Digger asked.

“I’ll tell you that, too,” Twain said. “Get in.”

As they were pulling out into the street, Digger said, “So how did you do that to Invictus?”

“I didn’t,” Twain answered. “You saw the weapons I was carrying. I had the cap pistol and the taser with ultra-discharge capacitor. That was it.”

“So what happened?” Digger asked.

“I don’t know,” Twain said. “I changed, and suddenly, Invictus was right there. I figured I was caught, but then this hole opened up in space, like a wormhole or something, and these tentacles came out and wrapped around his arm.”

“Interdimensional tentacle monster? That’s what you’re going with? Seriously?”

“It must have been sent by one of their enemies,” Twain said. “I mean, they must have enemies, right? Anyway, I turned and ran. I heard him scream, but I didn’t look back. I stopped a couple of blocks later to switch my outfit around, and then I headed back here.”

“And you seriously expect me to believe that,” Digger said.

Twain shrugged. “Either that, or I somehow managed to tear the arm off an invicible hero.”

Digger waved the comment away. “He’s not invincible. That’s just P.R. You ever look at their press releases, notice the weasel words. It always says, ‘never been beaten in a fair fight.’ Because his adaptive powers make him able, in theory, to beat anyone with enough time to learn their weaknesses and develop a counter. Which also means that any fight he loses is by definition not fair. Guy’s a douchebag.”

“Why doesn’t anybody call him on it?” Twain asked.

“Who you gonna believe, some bad guy who wants bragging rights or the leader of the most powerful super-team in the country?” Digger asked. “But if he was attacked by some monster, why didn’t I hear it? All I heard was the scream.”

“It was quiet,” Twain said. “Ever heard an octopus roar?”

“No.”

“Come on, surely you saw something in Hell like that thing,” Twain said.

“I saw some freaky stuff,” Digger admitted, “but nothing like that. So where are we going?”

Twain smiled. “This one will be easier, trust me.”

“Please stop using that word.”

Where are they going? And what word gives Digger problems? Is it ‘trust’ or does he have some phobia with ‘easier?’ Join us later today for the next exciting episode!

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Week 9.1 – Ripped Off

Previously: Digger was in a fight with members of the Big Apple Corps when they were interrupted by a scream from the Corps’s toughest member! And now…

Caveat’s eyes widened as the scream cut off. “I’ve never heard him scream like that. Damn it!”

He turned and ran toward the end of the alley where Invictus had disappeared in pursuit of Twain. Digger followed him.

They emerged onto a street where traffic had stopped while people looked around confusedly. But at the mouth of one alley, a horrified crowd was gathering. Caveat sprinted for the spot while Digger leapt ahead and into the alley.

The scene was horrifying. Invictus was alone, lying unconscious on the ground. Blood had sprayed out to coat the pavement a good ten feet from his right shoulder, understandable since Invictus’s right arm was gone.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was the way his flesh had been drawn out into a tangle of stringy filaments made of skin. It was almost as if, instead of being torn off, Invictus’s arm had simply unraveled. Even the stub of bone visible in the wound had been drawn out into needle-like spines. Digger had never seen anything like it.

“Get away from him!” Caveat shouted from the mouth of the alley. He ran up to join Digger as he spoke into an earpiece built into his leather hood. “ This is Caveat. You have units responding to the Kessler Museum alarm? Have them home in on my coordinates. And we need a paramedic unit. Wait one.”

He turned to Digger. “Where’s the arm?”

Digger pointed at the fleshy strings. “Isn’t that the arm?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Caveat said. “Not nearly enough mass there for an arm. Look around.”

Digger turned to look, although there weren’t many hiding places for an arm. He wandered over to one of the two dumpsters in the alley as Caveat continued talking to the dispatcher. “Yes, one man down, and he’s going to need an ambulance. No, not a hospital. A private clinic. I’ll give them the address. You find it?”

Digger turned and shrugged. “Not here.”

“You think that freak took it with him?” Caveat asked.

“He’s a guy in a dress, and no, I don’t think he even did this,” Digger said. “He’s a norm, mostly. And besides, if he was carrying an arm, wouldn’t it, you know, drip? There’s nothing.”

Caveat looked at the ground and noticed the lack of a blood trail. “Well, we still have to find it.” He put a hand to his earpiece. “Still there? I’m also going to need men to conduct a grid search. Yes, I have one suspect in custody.”

“You wish,” Digger said.

“The other suspect has escaped,” Caveat said. “Caucasian male, approximately five-ten, slim build. Wearing a buckskin cowgirl uniform, white hat and boots, blonde wig. Should be considered armed and dangerous. And he may be carrying an arm. Yes, a human arm. Off of the guy who needs the ambulance, exactly. Digger!”

Caveat turned toward the second dumpster. The lid stood open, but Digger was nowhere to be found. “That son of a bitch!”

Where has Digger gone? And what happened to Invictus? Learn more in tomorrow’s exciting episode!

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Super Movies – Daredevil, Part 1

Yeah, you read that right. Imma’ spend two weeks on this joint, or whatever cool guys say. And yeah, that title card above is made up of three different elements from the clever opening credit sequence. I hope you appreciate it, because I spent like 20 minutes noodling with it.

Daredevil was the first superhero film to be written and directed by Mark Steven Johnson, who had made his big splash in Hollywood by writing a comedy called Grumpy Old Men. He returned to the world of Marvel heroes with Ghost Rider, and will return again soon with Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance. Daredevil was released by 20th Century Fox in 2003.

The opening scene tells us what we’re in for. Because on the one hand, there’s this gorgeous shot, based on a memorable panel from an actual Daredevil story from the comics.

But the scene doesn’t really go anywhere. Daredevil collapses on the floor of a cathedral, and the priest tends to him, removing his mask and calling him “Matt.” At which point, Matt Murdock’s voiceover (Ben Affleck) talks about your life flashing in front of your eyes when you die (blatant misdirection), and then we’re into the origin story flashback.

We meet young Matt and his father (David Keith), an over-the-hill boxer who works as a leg-breaker for the mob on the side. When Matt finds out what his father does, he runs away, straight into a barrel of toxic waste, which blinds him, but sharpens his other senses. The movie does an excellent job portraying Matt’s heightened senses with creative sound editing and impressive shots portraying Daredevil’s sonar-like hearing.

Matt’s dad, meanwhile, refuses to throw a fight and is murdered in the alley outside the arena. Yeah, another hero whose motivation is his parent being murdered in an alley. And how much you want to bet the guy who did it ends up being Daredevil’s nemesis in the main plotline?

Oh, and one other thing… You wouldn’t believe the number of Marvel shout-outs in this opening sequence. Not just the comics-accurate origin story, but every fighter “Devil” Murdock faces–Colan, Bendis, Mack, Romita–is a Daredevil comics contributor. And we get our first cameo with Stan the Man himself.

So anyway, flash forward a bunch of years, and now young Matt is Ben Affleck with a bad haircut.

He is in a rape trial against a low-life named after artist and former Marvel editor-in-chief Joe Quesada. Quesada’s case is handled by a high-powered mob lawyer, and Quesada is acquitted. So Matt suits up in red leather to get a little rough justice.

Or I should say, red leather and pixels, because there’s a lot of digital stunt doubling here, which doesn’t really work well. Not only is the animation noticeably inhuman, but normal human Matt is shown taking incredible superpowered leaps of 50-100 feet.

But this leads into one of the best sequences of the film, in which Daredevil starts a fight in a bar full of thugs while stalking Quesada. In the course of the fight, he beats up a bunch of bad guys while taking advantage of his own unique sensory abilities by smashing the lights and fighting in darkness lit only by random flames and the strobes of guns firing. The sequence is brutal and visually stylish, and really helps wash that Batman-lite taste out of our mouths after the derivative origin sequence.

After beating up everyone in the bar, Daredevil pursues Quesada into the subway, where we learn his weakness: really loud, unexpected noises disorient him (although he seems perfectly inoculated to gunfire). Daredevil pushes Quesada onto the tracks, where he is cut in half by an arriving train. This really ain’t Batman.

It’s more like The Crow. Speaking of which, reporter Ben Urich (Joe Pantoliano) discovers this little homage when he arrives to cover the story.

Afterward, Matt returns to his apartment, where he removes his uniform to expose a body marked with dozens of scars, loses a tooth in the shower, chomps down a handful of pain relievers, then goes to bed in his sensory deprivation tank.

And at this point, 30 minutes in, I’m really digging the film. I like Daredevil’s costume, I like the darker approach to a superhero story, I like the way Daredevil’s unique powers are depicted, and I like the filmmakers’ obvious reverence for the source material.

Alas, now the real plot begins, and it’s all downhill from here.

For now, while out for coffee with his law partner Foggy Nelson (pre-Iron Man Jon Favreau), Matt meets Elektra Natchios (Jennifer Garner) and courts her by fighting her in a schoolyard.

The fight is cute and balletic and excessively choreographed, the complete opposite of what we saw from Daredevil in the previous scene. Unfortunately, this is more like what we’ll see from now on. Elektra’s father is mobster Nikolas Natchios, who works for the Kingpin, Wilson Fisk.

Michael Clarke Duncan is big and physically imposing enough for the role, but otherwise, I don’t like his Kingpin, and I’m not sure whether it’s the writing or the performance. Duncan just never seems to be in total command the way the comics Kingpin was.

Anyway, Natchios wants to quit the mob, so Kingpin sends for oddball Irish hit man Bullseye, played by Colin Farrell.

Farrell has a wonderful intensity as Bullseye, and manages to straddle the line nicely between funny and creepy. Jeez, the movies half over and we’ve just barely managed to introduce all the characters. But the second half’s going to be totally slammin’, right?

Not entirely…

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Out of the Vault – Cyberpunk

Cyberpunk #1Although the Europeans had been doing fully-painted comics for years in the pages of magazines like Heavy Metal, they were almost unheard of in terms of the big two in America, Marvel and DC, until the mid-80’s when Marvel’s Epic Comics imprint published Moonshadow. Bill Sienkiewicz’s work on Daredevil: Love and War and Elektra: Assassin made a big splash, and suddenly it seemed as if painted comics were everywhere, like Dave McKean’s Black Orchid and Arkham Asylum or Duncan Fegredo’s Kid Eternity.

And even independent publishers started getting in on the act, like Innovation, which in 1990 released a fully-painted two issue miniseries titled Cyberpunk. The series was written by Innovation art director Scott Rockwell and painted by Darryl Banks.

Cyberpunk is the story of Topo, a hacker who spends most of his time in cyberspace. Actually, since this comic was written after the advent of cyberpunk, but before “hacker” and “cyberspace” had entered the common lexicon, Topo is called a “juggler” and “cyberspace” is “The Playing Field.”

And since the comic was created in 1990, before the revolution in computer graphics and virtual reality that allowed the development of modern MMORPG environments, the Playing Field looks a little low-res.

I'm a Neuromancer

See, on the one hand, Topo is rendered in full detail (or as detailed as Banks’s painting ever gets) while the environment looks like a wireframe vector graphic, like pasting a person into a game of Tempest. In 1990, this said “computers.”

Anyway, after a brief duel to show how awesome Topo is in cyberspace, we run into the other great pillar (or cliche) of cyberpunk, namely corporate overreach. Topo’s ex-girlfriend Juno leaves her new squeeze, a super-rich corporate executive named Roi, who doesn’t feel like letting her go. Juno runs back to Topo, and they enjoy a sweaty, carnal reunion. But then…

Post-Coitus Interruptus

When he comes to, Topo discovers that his deck has been smashed. So he goes to his friend and computer supplier Alma for new gear, which she provides because she has a crush on him. Topo enters the mainframe of Quondam Mechanics, Roi’s corporation, but is trapped and nearly killed by ICE (Intrusion Countermeasure Electronics, a term cribbed directly from William Gibson).

But Alma saves him, and instead of trying to talk him out of risking his life again, she just gives him a drink of water and a new piece of software and lets him try again. This time, he not only breaks through the ICE, but discovers that Juno’s mind has been uploaded to the mainframe in order to keep her body prisoner or something.

As Topo tries to liberate Juno’s mind, Roi enters cyberspace and attacks!

Look out, it's the MCP

Topo wins, Roi loses and ends up a vegetable, Juno is saved. As a comic, Cyberpunk fell way short. The storyline hit the bare minumum of marks to even qualify as a story, the dialogue was wooden, and the painted art was too sloppy to be realistic while being too dull to qualify as impressionistic.

But someone must have bought it, because three months after issue 2 was published, Innovation published a follow-up miniseries, Cyberpunk: Book Two, written by Rockwell with art by Doug Talalla. And somehow both art and story managed to be even less interesting the second time around.

Also in May, 1990, Innovation published the first (and maybe only*) issue of another cyberpunk-genre book titled Seraphim, also with art by Doug Talalla and written by Chris Todd. And I only mention this because in November, Innovation published its last miniseries under the Cyberpunk title, Cyberpunk: The Seraphim Files,  written by Chris Todd with art by Doug Talalla. So I’m wondering if Innovation tried putting Todd’s Seraphim storyline under the Cyberpunk umbrella to see if it would sell better, or if this was some kind of crossover.

But I don’t actually care enough to check further.

*This site lists Seraphim as having a three-issue run, but they only have a scan and publication date for the first issue, so I’m wondering if the latter two issues were ever actually published, or just solicited without ever being released. Likewise, it lists Cyberpunk: The Seraphim Files as having two issues, but only shows a cover and publication date for the first.

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