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Some Thoughts on Superman

It’s been a while since I had a big, long, over-the-top rant about comics, so… For anyone who’s not up to date with the latest entertainment news, Zach Snyder is rebooting the Superman movie franchise. This is a good thing – I liked Brandon Routh in Superman Returns, but looking back it was something of a missed opportunity, being too much in love with the Christopher Reeve movies than the character’s mythos as a whole.

Because as a pop culture icon, Superman needs to get his mojo back. I don’t think that’s fundamentally the fault of the character (there should always be a market for the boyscout-type heroes), but the response to Superman by the people in charge of creating his adventures is sometimes… Well, odd.

DC Comics are the worst offenders here. We’re in a strange situation where Superman is hardly in Superman comics. Last year the character was taken out of his own titles and put into a miniseries which divorced him from Earth and his supporting cast, which lead to a weird set-up where Lois Lane’s sister and presumed-dead dad were big bads, where two supporting characters (including franchise mainstay Jimmy Olsen) were violently taken down with no clear information as to whether they survived or not… And where it looked as though the biggest, most compassionate hero DC has got didn’t really give a damn about any of that. People say that Superman can be something of a one-dimensional character, but that’s always going to be the case when opportunities for character development are squandered.

Anyway, now Superman is only in one of his two main titles – he’s stuck halfway through a storyline that should have been abandoned when a big name writer quit, so now we’re enjoying watching him have a crisis of confidence as he walks across the US and meets ordinary Americans. And it’s not that this is necessarily a bad idea, more that it feels like this is less about Superman and more about views of what America should be in the 21st century. Again, there’s nothing wrong with using the character as a metaphor for the US (Superman is all that’s good about the American dream while Lex Luthor is its darker side), but that gets messy when the other title, the one that currently stars Luthor as the lead, is way more fun, epic and dynamic.

(Strangely though, this is cause for hope, as it’s written by Paul Cornell, a writer who came up through Doctor Who fiction and who therefore knows all about the importance of keeping a long-running character relevant. I’d argue that the Doctor and Superman share a similar place in the pop cultures of their respective countries, but while Doctor Who has recently been through a much needed reinvigoration, Superman’s still struggling. Cornell should have some good insight on this when he comes to write the character regularly.)

(It might also help that Cornell is British, and Brits have a strong history in writing Superman – no-one can deny that Alan Moore and Grant Morrison know what they’re doing. Maybe it’s a bit of an outsider thing – Superman is a classic immigrant story after all.)

(Incidentally, there was a very minor storm when British actor Henry Cavill was cast as Supes in the forthcoming Snyder movie. Frankly, it doesn’t matter if Cavill is British as long as Supes is played as American. That idealised American-ness is essential to the character, but again, maybe it needs an ‘outsider’ who can take a step back to really bring that out.)

(Although, talking of movies, DC is all about Green Lantern at the moment, and the unintended consequence of that is Superman looks like an also-ran in the company’s publicity. All the effort seems focused on the Lantern titles as well.)

So I’d argue that someone, somewhere, should be tasked with breathing new life into the character. Superman is a character with a huge amount of public love (check out my post on what happens when you wear a Superman t-shirt) but it feels like that’s taken for granted; it often seems as though he’s seen as an icon for superheroes in general rather than a viable character in his own right. That’s a problem; heck, maybe it’s a deeper issue than that, all tied up with modern perceptions of heroism, ambiguity about America’s role in the world and more cynical attitudes towards altruism, all factors that potentially have a philosophical impact on any future Superman project.

See, the core values of the mythos are easy to lose in naval gazing. But then you look at stories like those of firefighters on 9-11, like this one from the New zealand earthquake, like these stories from the recent Japanese disasters. Those are the stories any Superman writer should be trying to evoke, stories of courage, compassion and selflessness. Sure, they need to be translated through an epic, mythic sci-fi framework, but at his core, that’s what the character is all about – helping others and standing between the innocent and the monsters. Get that right and you’re on the right track. Rant over!

For now!

Nicholas Courtney 1929-2011

I’ve probably mentioned this before, but I didn’t become a Doctor Who fan through the TV series, at least not at first. No, I came to the show through the novelisations that lined the shelves of my local library, and later my own collection. Because of this, I’ve got fond memories of stories and characters that were shown on TV long before I was born. Chief among these was Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, commanding officer of the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce.

Some Doctor Who history. Back when Jon Pertwee took on the lead role it was decided to revamp the series. The Doctor was exiled to contemporary Earth and found himself working for UNIT, a branch of the military dedicated to tackling alien invasions. His boss was Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, making a full-time return after a couple of guest appearances in the Patrick Troughton era. The character became a favourite of mine, and so, when I started watching videos and repeats, I focused on the Pertwee ers outwards. That’s when I discovered Nicholas Courtney’s portrayal of the Brigadier and, several years down the road, why waking up to hear of his passing was so sad.

I never met him, not being much of a convention goer, but it’s clear from those who did just how loved and respected he was, practically an honourary Doctor in his dedication to the show and its fans. So much so that he’s been trending on Twitter today, not just in the UK (which would be understandable) but worldwide – that’s a heck of a tribute and one that, I confess, brought a lump to my throat.

(And, I guess, it’s a testament to fandom and its extended community – sure it’s often virtual and strange and dysfunctional and hard to define but it is a community; that’s why, when David Tennant’s mom died, Fans were almost immediately raising money for her hospice, why we call actors we’ve never met Matt and Karen and Nick, and why Mr. Courtney trended today throughout the world, alongside Bieber’s haircut.)

So why the popularity? Part of it is his place in geek culture, fandom’s kindly grandfather (compared to Tom Baker’s crazy old uncle). Part of it is how he could make the Brigadier so loveable, even when the character made some dubious decisions.

But. I think a lot of it is in Nick’s portrayal of the sort of man who is present at every major conflict: the charismatic leader, fearless in battle, who’d never ask his troops to do something he wasn’t prepared to do himself. Doctor Who’s relationship with the military has always been ambiguous – maybe even hypocritical – but somehow The Brigadier rose above all that, Nick playing him as a very British archetype, brave, honourable, chivalrous, stiff-upper-lip (that’s something that gets to me – yes, I shed a tear at The King’s Speech).

And so when, in the 1989 story ‘Battlefield’, all about Arthurian myths, sleeping heroes and the futility of war, the Brigadier delivers a line that, in retrospect, is a great epitath for the character and for Nick. The Brigadier is facing the Destroyer, an armoured demon-like creature come to bring war to the Earth. Only an old soldier stands in his way. The Destroyer sneers: “Can this world do no better than you for its champion?”

“Probably,” replies the Brigadier. “I just do the best I can.”

Rest in Peace, Sir Alistair.

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Bigger on the inside

Today is the 47th anniversary of Doctor Who. I know that because it began the day after the shooting of JFK; grainy black and white pictures of a police box in a junkyard. The show we get now feels a long way away from those early days, and although you can sometimes spot William Hartnell or Patrick Troughton in Matt Smith’s performance, the fact is that times have changed and Doctor Who has changed with them.

I’m a Doctor Who fan. I pretty much learned to read ‘proper’ books through the novelisations and my house is full of Daleks and Sonic Screwdrivers. I like scarves and froak coats more than fashion experts would recommend, and I’d much rather people think their way out of problems than use violence. I believe that both fezes and knowing stuff are cool. Yep, I’m a Who fan to the bone.

Don’t ask me who my favourite Doctor is, because I’ll just say all of them, although I think Matt Smith is currently doing a fantastic job and I hope he sticks around for a while. I know who I’d like to see play the role some day (David Hewlett from Stargate: Atlantis), who I’d never want to play the role (David Hasselhoff, who was once rumoured to be up for the part – The Hoff thing is less fun now he’s in on the joke), who I’d like to play a female Doctor (Jessica Hynes from Spaced, but I’m not sure why), who I’d like to see play an American Doctor (Jim Parsons from The Big Bang Theory), and which bizarre rumoured Doctor I half want to see because of the sheer insane inappropriateness of it all (Jason Statham; yes really). The fact that I have opinions on these makes me very geeky, but hey, I read Doctor Who Magazine and I’m proud of it.

(I also know that they put hidden messages in the magazine’s contents page. Knowing that is kinda cool, like being part of a secret society in possession of secret knowledge.)

The show used to get criticised for being too scary, but I can’t help thinking that’s missing the point; to paraphrase GK Chesterton, Doctor Who doesn’t teach children that there are monsters – they already believe that. What it tells them is that monsters can be beaten. It’s not really a science fiction show, it’s science fantasy, a high-tech fairy tale and the stuff of steampunky urban myths. I think that’s why I like it, other than it being just a very loveable show.

So yeah, happy birthday Doctor Who, and shine on, you crazy diamond. There’s nothing else like it on TV. Or in books. Or in comics, or on radio, or on the internet. I suspect it’s going to be around for a long time yet, in some form or other. That’s a good thing. A song may end, but the story goes on forever.

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A Journey Begins With A Single Step….

I feel like Christopher Columbus must have felt as he prepared to make his epic journey in search of an alternate route to Asia. For I and a few hardy friends are beginning to think about possibly considering to possibly go to San Diego Comic-Con 2012.

It’s in the very early stages at the moment ("Hey, why don’t we go to Comic-Con in 2012?" "Cool!"), but there’s nothing like planning ahead. Besides, if the conspiracy theorists misquoting the Mayans are correct it may be the last chance we get, although we won’t go down that route. Apocalyptic paranoia aside, going to Comic-Con would be something to cross off my Bucket List, and given that a bunch of major blockbusters are being released that year we figured it would be good timing. It will also give me time to save up so I can go without having to sell a kidney or something.

I’m going to set up a LiveJournal tab for this because I figure it could be a bit of an adventure (for instance, it’s probably easier to fly into LA and then either road trip or train it to San Diego), and if it doesn’t come off, well, c’est la vie as French people say when they don’t make it to Comic-Con…

Font Rage

It’s only recently that I’ve become aware that people get very agitated about fonts. This surprises me. It’s not that I can’t imagine people getting worked up about seemingly trivial aspects of day-to-day life; heck, I’ve experienced Nerd Rage in the past (mainly to do with what DC Comics did to the JLI). That said, I never thought people would become furious over something as simple as typeface. I get why people might be passionate about the subject – it’s got a long history dating back to the birth of printing, and creatives have a right to get excited about graphic design. But font rage?

The most visible example of this is the fury aimed at Comic Sans, which seems to be a bit over the top. I can see why people wouldn’t want it on their gravestones, but it’s fairly inoffensive, surely? Or maybe I’m artistically illiterate, which is entirely possible. After all, when Ikea changed its official typeface from Futura to Verdana, it caused outrage among people who can tell the difference. Verdanagate, they called it.

And then there are anachronistoc fonts in films, a whole sub-section of movie mistakes that can spoil the filmgoing experience for people with an eye for that sort of thing.

But here’s the thing – getting excited and passionate and angry and enthused by something that is (to me, at least) commonplace and invisible is a very human thing to do. I suspect all the font enthusiasts out there think me being able to quote in-jokes from Doctor Who Magazine is sad, but it’s all part of the same thing. It’s good to be a fan of something; to my mind at least that’s way better than postmodern irony or carefully cultivated ‘cool’. Geeking out is far more fun…