May 30th, 2010

cass, can you not

Comics! (Movie Parallels Edition)

Wolverine Weapon X #13 *is* Terminator I to III, and it's not even trying to disguise it.

Richard Stark's Parker: The Hunter *is* Payback, although I suspect it's probably closer to Point Blank, as they are all adaptations of the same novel, although the comic book gives an intensity to the character that Mel Gibson doesn't.

X-Men: Blind Science is, um, let me see, a cross between Buckaroo Banzai played by Gregory House and Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure as re-scripted by Warren Ellis? Ok, I give up.

I guess I don't know enough about movies to keep this up.

Secret Avengers #1 is Marvel's JL Elite, except that it's being run by Steve Rogers, who besides being Marvel's resident moral compass, is also a soldier. He has quite impressive connections and a good style so far. On the other hand, Steve Rogers probably has one of the most recognizable faces in the Marvel U, so the fact that he's acting as an operative for the Secret Avengers without even wearing a mask kind of defeats the "Secret" part. Unless that's part of their strategy (would you feel better knowing that Batman is running a covert version of the JLA? of course, he *always* is, but most of the time he's not telling anyone).

Thanos Imperative: Ignition #1 So far things make sense, which is a fantastic achievement for a cosmic event in the making (to be fair, Marvel is better at them than DC).

You know, if I had my own comics editorial we'd only publish single issues and minis, and they would all be Elseworlds. You could reference whatever you wanted from anything else published before, but

  • It would be an editorial mandate for each single issue or mini to be understandable and enjoyable on its own.

  • There'd be no dependences between series published at the same time.

  • Every writer could ignore whatever the hell they wanted, and do whatever the hell they wanted with the characters and the universe, as long as they respected both. No decision would be binding for other writers.

I'm sure that over time a body of "plausible" canon would develop, as writers reference and build on their favorite stories, but it would better acknowledge the fact that comics book aren't serial in the long term, never have been, and never will be.

(I'd also be tempted to use an explicit dependence graph model, and list each issues' parents on the back cover, although that would go agains the "self-contained stories only" approach.)
cass, can you not

Fic: The Architect (PG13, DC AU)

Title: The Architect
Fandom: DC AU
Rating: PG13

This isn't about Wayne's money, or about his insanity. I have worked for him, like most people in Gotham, and I have met him, like almost no-one, and I don't need any of his money and I don't care about his mind. It's about what he has built under his home, that place nobody is supposed to know about where he spends all of his hours.

Oh, I knew the rumors. It's the oldest urban legend in Gotham, and as an architect I get told theories more often than most. What's inside Bruce Wayne's mansion? What does a guy with all the money in the world, and who nobody has ever seen out of his house since he was eight years old, put in his home? I've heard all the stories about harems, giant toy stores, even a reconstruction of the last movie theater he ever went to.

And I know the truth. Not by having seen it, not all of it at least, but what I did see, what I had to see in order to build what he wanted me to build, was enough for me to grasp the whole. That and the sounds. The curses. The crying. The unclassifiable words.

The laughter. God, the laughter. That's when I really knew what the place was. Whoever was laughing like that was too insane to be Bruce Wayne, and too evil to be willingly kept in any place. It's an asylum, isn't it? Bruce Wayne has built an asylum under his home, and he keeps expanding it as he fills it with people he brings from who knows where, and then he walks through it every night.

I get it. I mean, I don't get it, but I know the prisoners are bad. I've heard them. I know. But I'm not bad, and I won't tell anyone.

Please, let me go. You have to let me go, Mr. Pennyworth. Please.

Just let me go.