Showing posts with label Miracleman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miracleman. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Ugly American Report: Miracle-Whipped!

This week I thought I'd jam my hand into the mailbag to see if it still bites. What I got was this letter from Miracle Keith, who wants me to speculate on the future of Miracleman. Keith writes:

I wonder if Ryan could comment on the Marvel announcement regarding Miracleman? Apparently, the Alan Moore and Neil Gaiman issues will be reprinted in their entirety, with the possibility of Gaiman finally finishing his storyline. The hilarious part of the whole thing is that the solicitations contain the writer credit: “The original author” and Mick Anglo. In other words, Moore is such an unbelievably obstinate grudge-holder that he has requested his name to be struck from the reprints. I understand that he is donating all royalties from any first printings be donated to the Anglo family (which stands to be a pretty huge chunk of change), so his philanthropy should be admired. If Ryan could just quickly comment on 1) what collectors of the old Eclipse issues should do with their back issues (i.e. – sell now before it’s too late or keep on hangin’ on) and 2) what he thinks the future will hold for the character after Gaiman (ostensibly) finishes out his story arc.

Thanks, ya puke

MiracleKeith

Just to get everybody caught up, Miracleman was a much lauded series penned by Alan Moore in the 1980s, revising and maturing Marvelman, one of Britain's most popular superheroes from the 1950s. The series began as a black-and-white strip contained in Dez Skinn's "Warrior" anthology magazine before Eclipse took over and started publishing the series in color. Alan Moore left after 16 issues and then passed the baton to Neil Gaiman and Mark Buckingham. That team went for 8 more issues before Eclipse finally declared bankruptcy, leaving the Gaiman/Buckingham arc incomplete.

At that point chaos ensued as to who actually owned the rights to the character. Dez Skinn was pretty sure he bought the rights from original Marvelman creator Mick Anglo, Eclipse was pretty sure they bought the rights from Skinn, and Todd McFarlane was pretty sure he bought the rights from Eclipse. It's a long convoluted, painful story, but the story ended with the relevant courts deciding that Mick Anglo had always owned the rights to that character. And then at the 2009 San Diego Comic Con, Joe Quesada announced at the "Cup O' Joe" panel that Marvel had, in fact bought the rights from Anglo.

For some, that announcement was a big deal. Miracleman is regarded as a seminal work, on par with Watchmen and Dark Knight Returns in terms of quality and historical importance. If you want to watch comics grow up on the page, Miracleman was a critical part of that process. And it's a damn fine read.

The difference, though, is that Watchmen and the Dark Knight have always been in print. If you want to read that work, you can walk into any comic shop at any time and find it. If for some bizarre reason your LCS doesn't carry those books, Amazon or Barnes & Noble will. The Eclipse bankruptcy made sure that the Miracleman comics were not and could not be in print, leaving only the back issues. The early issues of Miracleman are plentiful and relatively cheap. Many of the later issues, particularly issue # 15 (still one of the most gruesome, raw comics in history) are very expensive.

Alan Moore is a hallowed writer, and Miracleman a canonized classic that almost nobody has had access to. That Miracleman announcement at SDCC 2009 was the equivalent of saying "Hey, we found this lost Beatles album in the archives of unreleased material from the White Album era, and it will be on the shelves soon."

And then we waited.

And waited.

My prediction after a year of waiting was that Miracleman was caught in Legal Hell, and forever. In my opinion, if the Disney lawyers couldn't cut through the red tape, it was tape that couldn't be cut. This month's Previews took a giant poop on my crystal ball, because Marvel begins reprinting the Alan Moore Miracleman comics in January 2014.

Keith is correct, though, they can't say "Alan Moore", because he's like the Candyman at this point. If you print his name, Tony Todd shows up with a swarm of bees, a meat cleaver, and an attorney, and nobody needs that. Bees are irritating.

It is in fact quite hilarious to see his work credited as "the original author", especially when you consider all the delicious little ironies. Like the fact that his Miracleman work is built on Anglo's work, which was a direct British rip-off of Fawcett's Captain Marvel. Alan Moore is a genius-level talent and deserves his elevated status in comics history, but let's face the facts - his greatest achievement (Watchmen) stole its plot from an episode of the Outer Limits, and his longest running empire (League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) is built entirely with bricks borrowed from other great writers. So yeah, Alan Moore. Talented? You bet. Original? Ahhhhhhhhh.....no.

So why isn't Alan Moore's name on the Miracleman reprints? Well, the short answer is that he's bat shit crazy. Well, that's not true. Poor people are crazy, Alan Moore is astoundingly eccentric. He just doesn't live in the same world that you and I do. He lives in Alan Moore World, conveniently parked between Earth 2 (helloooooo Power Girl) and the mental space that Prince inhabits.

If you want to know how out of touch he is with reality, I give you this from the Wizard of Northampton:

"It's always seemed to me that the majority of the comics field, if you had to place them politically, you'd have to say centre-right. That would be as far towards the liberal end of the spectrum as they would go."

That is actually the least true statement uttered in human history. The guy simply does not intersect with any known reality. Perhaps this is a strength for a writer of fiction?

Moore seems like the kind of cat who is quite charming if you sit down and spend an hour or two with him. Nobody seems capable of withstanding extended exposure, however. Give him time, and Alan Moore will concoct a reason based upon available evidence to boycott you forever. That evidence can be real or imagined, it all comes out the same in the end. Eventually Alan Moore will cast you out into the lake of fire, and you won't be coming back. Either he's the unluckiest person in the world who just continues to bump into a never-ending series of traitors and back-stabbers, or maybe the problem actually lies with the guy wearing a Glycon ring and an absurdly large beard. I know which direction Occam's Razor is leaning.

So yes, Marvel does have the rights to the Alan Moore material, but he doesn't want his name on anything he doesn't own. He doesn't want any comp copies, he isn't doing any interviews for the product, and he doesn't want any of your damn money, either. He's giving that to other creators.

And you know what? Keith's right, he does deserve credit for that. He might be a crazy asshole, but damned if he's not an entertaining and principled one. More crazy assholes could learn a thing or two from Alan Moore.

Before I get to the horrifyingly bad news about Marvel's handling of the Miracleman property, let me give them credit for a couple of positives. Firstly, I give them credit for pulling an about-face and titling the material "Miracleman". That's what the material is known as, and it's been known that way because Marvel's laywers made it that way. I think it's wise to roll with things rather than try to move the boulder of public consciousness. Brits may still think of that character as Marvelman, because they have a longer history with him. In America, the Alan Moore character is either unknown, or its Miracleman. Kudos for not fighting that.

Kudos also for getting Neil Gaiman and Mark Buckingham on board. That story deserves to be completed, and by the original creators. It sounds like that's exactly what's going to happen. So good on that.

To me, that's not the real story, unfortunately. The real story is the manner in which Marvel is packaging this material. Issue # 1 ships in January. It includes some material from Miracleman # 1, Warrior # 1, Marvelman Primer, and carries a $5.99 price tag.

Yup, that's right. They want $6 for a sliver of Miracleman # 1 and a metric ton of fluff you've already seen, and didn't want to pay for the first time. That's a crime.

But wait, you say - that's just the first issue, right? It gets reasonable after that, I'm sure. No, no it doesn't. Issue # 2 reprints material from Warrior # 1-5 (Miracleman ran in 8 page installments in the magazine) and carries a $4.99 price tag.

I guess we shouldn't be surprised any more about the Queen Whore of Babylon and her wily ways. I guess if it were me, I would have priced those issues dirt cheap to get as many eyes on it as possible. That's a solid strategy if the material is quality. Get rid of the filler, I want the customer satisfied when they're done. Get as many people in the door as possible, because once they see the product, they fall in love and are in for life. That's the long game, the smart game, the game dedicated to serving your customer.

That's just not the Marvel Way.

The Marvel Way is not about building a satisfied customer base. It's about stuffing as much cash into your pockets as possible for this quarter. Fuck the customer, and fuck tomorrow. What can I get today? That's the Marvel Way.

If you pay attention to this stuff, you know that Marvel Comics have big problems in the book stores, and with their collections. DC cleans up with their evergreen Vertigo material and Watchmen. Image have the powerhouse Walking Dead combined with new sluggers like Chew, and Saga.

Marvel just can't sell any books, and they have (in my opinion) the strongest IP inventory in the business. It's embarrassing, frankly. Miracleman is just BEGGING to be a Watchmen-level evergreen title for them, and I can already see that they're going to pooch it.

If you ever wondered if Marvel had given up on the idea of chasing new readers, wonder no more. They don't know what they have, and they don't know how to sell it. Remember Shadowland? Marvel was so adamant about backing that piece of dog shit they spontaneously sent double the ordered product to retailers. Why wouldn't you price it reasonably, cut the fluff, and do something like that for Miracleman? That's a known commodity, a high quality product, and a guaranteed crowd-pleaser! Why not flood the market with that and then reap the benefits of word-of-mouth on the collections?

Because there is no vision at Marvel, and they don't even pretend to chase new customers. "Share your universe?" Disgusting. How about share quality product at competitive prices?

Marvel's business model at this point is to find whatever core customers are left to them, and to punish them as much as possible for having the audacity to still be interested in the product. "You're excited about Miracleman? Eat that $6 price tag, loser!" It's madness.

It's madness, and it may in fact kill the property. I say this because nobody is more excited about the prospects of Miracleman than me, and I took one look at the price tag and bailed. There may not be enough good will left in the customer base to finish the reprinted material, much less continue with new stories.

Those of you who listened to Chronic Insomnia back in the day will recall that Quincy and I had many debates on the issue of comics piracy. Those listeners will remember that I have never advocated the practice. I still don't endorse piracy, but I will say this - if Marvel is going to charge you $5 an issue to trickle out a few pages of that Miracleman material per, I don't know why you wouldn't get them for free from another source. Piracy is unethical...and so is extortion. When faced with that ethical dilemma, I would not take issue with a consumer that chose to protect themselves from Marvel's abuse. I value integrity, and making sure that creators are justly compensated for their work. What we're talking about with these Miracleman reprints is consumer abuse.

So, when Keith wonders what might happen with Miracleman when the reprints are done, my answer is that I don't know that we'll even get through the reprints. Are there enough masochists out there to sustain this? Marvel is asking you to pay $11 in January for Miracleman comics, and you won't even have issue # 1 by the time you're done!

Gaiman and Buckingham have had Miracleman # 25 in the can for ages, I'd really like to see that in print after all these years. I think that's in jeopardy now. The door is theoretically open to continue past Gaiman/Buckingham, but what would that look like? At these prices, do you see Miracleman being a big seller? And if it isn't a big seller, what kind of creative teams would Marvel assign to the book of extended adventures? If you found Before Watchmen underwhelming....buckle up for All-New Uncanny Miracleman. I'd like to be wrong about that. I won't be.

As for the back issue situation, we at the Ugly American advise you to hold onto your Eclipse Miracleman issues. They are classics, and they will always be classics regardless of how badly Marvel bungles the property.

Eventually, Marvel will create new collected editions of the Miracleman stuff. When that happens, invariably some collectors dump their current format in order to subsidize the new desired format. If that happens - if a bunch of people flood the market with Eclipse books when Marvel produces the new hardcovers and TPBs, you may see prices come down. Do not panic when that happens, but rejoice! And BUY. That is your last opportunity to buy those books at a reasonable rate.

In particular, Miracleman # 15 is a modern classic, and the volume 3 Olympus trade is a holy grail book for TPB collectors. Miracleman # 15 trades often, but is expensive. The Olympus trade is rarely seen, and the HC is hyper scarce. The near future could be your last chance to own these gems without putting the kids' college money at risk. Keep your eyes open on that front!

Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Ugly American Report #21: Easter Edition

I had half a mind to take a few more shots at the Bunnies this week, seeing as how a small contingent really embarrassed themselves reacting to the supposedly imminent death of John Stewart. But you know what? It’s Easter, man. I’m going to give the rascals a break, which will also probably come as a relief to at least five of my seven readers. More comics, less ideology this week, kids. Whew!

Of course there was other big news this week, by which I mean big news in the least newsiest manner possible. I’m speaking of course about the alleged Angela appearance at the end of Age of Ultron.

Reason why this isn’t news # 1: It Could Be Nonsense

It wasn’t that long ago that Dan Slott was pretending to accidentally send tweets to his artist in order to take the dogs off the Doctor Octopus scent and send them over to Spider-Man 2099’s house. So it wouldn’t be entirely out of bounds to suspect foul play on this whole Angela business.

Honestly, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. (not that it would have to as regards Marvel in general or BM Bendis in particular) I’m not reading Age of Ultron, but I’m immersed enough to understand the generalities of what’s going on over there. I guess I really don’t see that story as lending itself to an angelic deus ex machina. If you were going to do something with alternative realities and big splashes, Miracleman would be a more sensible, stronger play. Gaiman’s involvement would still make sense.

This feels like a red herring to me, and not worth paying attention to.

Reason why this isn’t news # 2: Who Gives a Crap About Angela?

Let’s imagine for a moment that it’s true, and Angela does appear at the end of Age of Ultron and then does a guest-shot tour of the Marvel Universe. Ummmm….who cares? If this were baseball, Angela hasn’t played in a decade, didn’t get more than 150 big league at bats, and hit about .179 when she did play. Not really sure about why a 2013 call-up would be very exciting for the home crowd.

Think about it – can you even name three character traits? And “scantily clad harlot-looking angel” doesn’t count. I mean actual character traits. I vaguely remember her as being a really dour, monotone bitch. This makes it about 63% more likely that I’d want to date her in real life, but not a big draw for my reading list. There’s nothing there. Angela isn’t news.

Reason why this isn’t new # 3: Neil Gaiman…(deep breath)…hasn’t been Neil Gaiman lately

Oh, you quickly rebut, maybe Angela herself doesn’t intrinsically bring value to the table, but it means Neil Gaiman, man! Jackpot!

Except, not really. I put Sandman at the top of the all-time list, ahead of Watchmen, ahead of Dark Knight, and Maus, and everything. But since then? I enjoyed 1602 well enough, but Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader was a bit underwhelming and that Eternals series is rubbish.

Sandman means I’m always giving the guy some benefit of the doubt. I’m of the opinion that you can make almost anything work if executed correctly, so there’s no reason why an event laced with Angela couldn’t end up making sense and being enjoyable. It won’t be, but not out of cosmic necessity. But that’s as far as my excitement goes on the issue – it’s possible that it won’t be complete excrement. That’s not news.

At this point, secrets aren’t news, and it baffles me that Marvel and DC are still trying to hang stories around them any more. Reality check: there’s a small but feverish segment of the population that wants all of their Christmas presents in July, plus there’s an internet. That means the secret business is over. But don’t take my word for it, just look at…….eeeeeeeeeeeevery single fucking thing you’ve tried to keep under wraps for the past DECADE. My math is bad, but I have you guys down for 0 for your last 3,217 attempts. This is not a good ratio.

What might constitute news (assuming again that the Angela bit is true) is the inclusion of a privately owned character inside of the Marvel machinery. It’s not entirely unprecedented, because I think Kirkman slapped Invincible inside of a Marvel Team-Up story.

But usually these crossover appearances are strictly negotiated in contained material outside of the regular continuity. Now, I don’t know what kind of deal Gaiman struck with Marvel, if any. Maybe this Angela appearance is pro-bono. Knowing a little bit about Gaiman…that just doesn’t sound right. If she’s in the books, he’s getting a piece of it.

For the record, I have no problem with that. He’s Neil goddamn Gaiman, this is America, and whatever he negotiates with the Great Whore of Babylon is his by right. I hope he’s getting six figures up front, and 10 points on the back.

But if I were a Marvel creator, and I just saw some guy walk in and get a piece of the action, I would really start to wonder why that kind of thing couldn’t happen for more people than Neil Gaiman. I might start to wonder why it wasn’t happening for say, everybody. And that could be positively revolutionary. And that would be news.

In the meantime, if you watch me very closely, you’ll observe me not giving a shit about Age of Ultron. The last event that I bought front to back? That would be Civil War. Every now and again I check in for an issue to review it, or just to take the temperature. So occasionally I’ll grab an issue of Siege or Fear Itself, grab it by the testicles, ask it to cough. Then it’ll ask why I’m holding on so long, and I’ll say “Hey, buddy, who’s the doctor here?” Then I diagnose it with acute lack of authenticity and a severe interest deficit, throw it in the trash and go about my day.

Saga

Then there’s Saga. What a glorious, wonderful beast she is!

I don’t think I’ve seen a book get sucked off quite so thoroughly or widely since Langridge and Samnee did Thor: Mighty Avenger. It’s in some rarefied critical air, and it mostly deserves it. It totally deserves it.

But it also kinda shouldn’t work at all. Quite a few elements in Saga are aggressively stupid. Wooden rocket ships are really dumb. Wooden rocket ships that burn their fuel are just completely moronic. But that’s Saga. Pregnant robots with televisions for heads…yikes. Silly. If you had your fourth graders build a science fiction tale, that’s what they’d come up with.

It’s not just the trappings, either. The story mechanics, the nuts and bolts are off. The beginning of issue # 11 makes the cliff-hanger ending of # 10 a total bullshit cheat, and a cheat that Vaughan never bothers explaining. There’s very little that’s happened that won’t instantly cave in if you apply the slightest logical pressure. Alana and Marko are pretty adorable but not spectacularly competent people. They should have been dead ages ago, and the longer the story strings itself out, the more credulity gets stretched.

So why does Saga work? It works because I don’t think I’ve ever observed a work of art in any medium that embraces the totality of life like Saga does. I find myself in awe of how quietly pornographic this comic is. Pornographic is probably too loaded a word, but I don’t know what to replace it with. It’s not exactly porn, because that word tends to absorb the entire reality. Porn is either purely physical sex, or its purely physical sex with intermittent filler fluff in between. Sometimes you’ll tolerate the fluff, I don’t know, to prove that you’re not a bad person? I don’t know. The point of the porn is to get to the sex.

That’s not what Saga does at all. The point of Saga is not to get to the sex, but since sex is an important part of life, it gets a fairly constant starring role. There are a lot more dicks and balls in Saga then you’re likely to find anywhere outside of a men’s locker room. This latest issue begins with coitus and a post-coital conversation that reveals that Alana uttered an inter-coital “Please shoot it in my twat”.

That’s not grand-standing, exactly, that’s what people say. So that’s what Saga does. Vaughan isn’t a moron; he knows when he’s breaking the rules and shocking readers out of complacency. But again, the point isn’t porn, the point is life. Saga is about breaking out of dull jobs, the fear and joy of babies, losing loved ones, dealing with odd in-laws, coming into contact with sexual norms outside of your comfort zone, violence, culture clashing, bad break-ups, and giant balls. Just like your life.

Saga works because it is operating at a level of intimacy few comics ever consider approaching. While it often fails miserably at obeying convention, its emotional truths are unmatched in the medium. If you just give in to it, Saga will walk you through every facet of the human condition with courage and clarity. That’s a pretty good reason to read a comic book. If you’re an adult, you probably owe it to yourself to at least try Saga.

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