Sunday, October 14, 2018

Books: Monster Hunter Memoirs: Saints by John Ringo and Larry Correia

I look at this book with mixed feelings. On one hand, it’s a fantastic read, full of nonstop excitement, crazy ideas and page-turning action. On the other hand, it’s probably the last book in the Monster Hunter International Universe by John Ringo—and that is a sad thing.

As the story goes, MHI author Larry Correia picked up the phone one day and established writer John Ringo was on the line. He’d written a bunch of books in Correia’s MHI Universe and wanted to know if Correia was interested in having them published. Not being dumb, Correia happily accepted the offer and now we have Monster Hunter Memoirs: Grunge (See my review here), Monster Hunter Memoirs: Sinners (ditto here), and now the final book in the trilogy, MHM: Saints. Correia is very clear that he does some editing and streamlining to make sure the books fit smoothly with the MHI Universe mythology, but this is mainly Ringo’s rodeo. To me, that is a very gracious author.

I can see why Correia was so open to the Memoir series; they’re great. The protagonist, Chad Gardenier, is a working-class genius, ladies man, sword/gun nut and all-around tough guy. Someone you would definitely want on your side in a fight. Ringo perfectly chooses the elements of the MHI Universe he wants to work with; fighting monsters of course, as well as MHI’s ongoing battles with their main nemesis, the U.S. government’s Monster Control Bureau. Here, after a harrowing experience, Gardenier actually brings a personal lawsuit against the MCB—and the results are spectacular!

Taking place in the 1980s, this last book in the spinoff series (for now), brings a definitive close to Chad’s story. Forshadowed in the first book, it's an ending we dreaded but all knew was coming. How it happens is the important thing, and Ringo provides an epic ending. Chad is his usual lovable self (unless you piss him off, which can be deadly), killing monsters in New Orleans and trying to avoid the MCB. When he ends up on their **** list, he decides to leave town and investigate a nefarious plot they claim he is part of. He finds evidence of a Lovecraft-level threat existing under New Orleans, one that will take an army of MHI team members to fight—and even that won’t be enough if he can’t figure out how to dispatch it! Along the way, Chad meets and romances many beautiful ladies, finds new monster species (both friendly and not so much), obtains a doctorate from Oxford and kills a lot of evil creatures. Then he writes it all down, which is the basis for this memoir. The final pages are written by another, filling in readers on Chad’s (possibly) last mission. The final sentence in the book is a triumph and gives readers hope for a bright future for the Gardenier family.

Are these books better than the mothership series, Monster Hunter International? Who cares, both series are the best modern fantasy has to offer. Let’s just say I can’t wait to read every new MHI book by Larry Correia and they are extremely satisfying. And I couldn’t wait to read every new MHI Memoir book, and each one in the series was extremely satisfying. All MHI books are highly recommended. Now I go in search of everything John Ringo has ever written.

Rating: ***** out of 5 stars. 

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Books: John Wayne: A Life by Scott Eyman

John Wayne is hands down my favorite movie star of all time. The swagger, the walk, the voice, the presence ... all combine into a mish-mash of screen glory. An odd result for someone who never set out to be a movie star. Born Marion Morrison, Wayne wanted to be a football star, but those dreams were sidelined by an injury early on. He found stunts fun in the movie business, and slowly graduated to bit parts and eventually starring roles in B-movies. Then B+ movies. Then he met director John Ford and his star took off like a rocket. It was only then he became John Wayne.

Author Eyman is in love with his subject, as so many biographers are, but it doesn’t prevent an honest look at Wayne’s life and career. Readers are taken through Wayne’s slow burn to superstardom; his several marriages (including his second to a Mexican prostitute), his affairs with many of his leading ladies, the facts of his failure to serve in WWII and a good look at his generous and larger than life personality. His years-long dalliance with Marlene Dietrich was a surprise. She saw him in a studio cafeteria one day and said to her agent, “Daddy, I want that!” She got it, and they did several movies together.

As with Elvis Presley, Wayne had so many financial commitments and kept so many people working, he was forced to take one job after the next to keep the enterprise rolling. Both celebrities were so busy chasing cheap, easy projects, they missed prospective gems. Especially galling was the failed project featuring Wayne as an aging rancher and Clint Eastwood as a young cowboy, fighting against an evil land baron. That would have been fun, but Wayne thought it too violent and the project faded away.

I saw The Spoilers recently, a 1942 gold rush story with Wayne, Randolph Scott and Dietrich as the love interest. The film was good and Wayne did a good job. However, he wasn’t yet John Wayne. Movie star Wayne was totally comfortable in his skin. This was an actor learning his craft. Although it was good to see Wayne throw back his head for a loud belly laugh, something the actor rarely did as a movie star.

Early in his career, John Wayne’s screen persona was everyone’s best friend. Then he became everyone’s older brother. Then everyone’s dad and finally everyone’s loveable grandpa. His star never tarnished and he is still a top favorite movie star all over the world. John Wayne: A Life fills in many knowledge gaps about the star’s rise and struggle to stay on top. I could have used a lot more anecdotes and “making of” stories of individual films, especially my favorite Wayne film, Big Jake (followed closely by North to Alaska and The Quiet Man), but perhaps that will be another volume. This book is about the man, and does an outstanding job showing that man, warts and all.

Rating: ****½ stars out of 5 

Monday, July 9, 2018

R.I.P. Steve Ditko

Mr. Steve Ditko
Sad to hear of the death of Steve Ditko at 90 years of age. Mr. Ditko was an eccentric individual who had more influence on modern comic books than anyone other than Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. He was the co-creator of Spider-Man, Dr. Strange, Squirrel Girl and one of my all-time favorite B-characters, The Creeper.

I've seen a lot of remembrances of Mr. Ditko, which is surprising because he was such a privacy-obsessed recluse. But the best has been a very personal story from ace comic book and action writer Chuck Dixon. Here it is:

Chuck Dixon remembers how Steve Ditko affected his life. 

Rest in Peace, Mr. Ditko. Stan Lee may have written the words, but you gave me my favorite comic book story of all time with my favorite comic panels of all time, in Amazing Spider-Man #33. Thank you for some of the finest entertainment ever put on paper, or into the universe of ideas.

I'm sure it brings some comfort to Mr. Ditko, wherever he is, to know that his work will live forever.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Avengers: Infinity War

There is a disturbing trend affecting recent comic book movies, which I think is only going to get worse. When Marvel Studios formed over a decade ago, the idea was to make comic book based movies the way they wanted, without studio interference. After all, if a studio was footing millions in production costs, they had the right to insist Spider-Man wear his web-shooters in his nose and have a blue hoodie and sweatpants instead of a costume.
When the Marvel Cinematic Universe began, Marvel enlisted creators who either grew up loving the stories they were adapting (Sam Raimi—although he worked for Sony, Joss Whedon) or were more than happy to reflect the comic book aesthetic (Jon Farveau). As we get further and further from those early days, the directors and production staff and Marvel Studios itself not only avoid the comic aesthetic and sources, but hold them in red-hot contempt. Soothing actor egos, eliminating costumes and letting directors de-comicify the look and stories of the films are the active agenda of Marvel Studios today.

 Avengers: Infinity War is good. It’s not great. I admire the director’s ability to fit everyone in and give them their moment while still telling a coherent story. There are some nice one-liners and comedic moments, again differentiating Marvel from DC films, which wallow in their own misery and lack of humor. I did hate the ending and don’t want to wait a year to see it finished. My biggest gripe with the movie is that many characters are unrecognizable.

This is Captain America

T’Challa, the Black Panther, looks good. Viewers can identify the Guardians of the Galaxy. Dr. Strange is identifiable. But the default superhero costume in every superhero movie made, black leather ninja crap, is pervasive in this film. The most egregious example is Captain America, who is not in this film. Part of the film’s title is Avengers, yet not recognizable in it are any Avengers. 

Somewhat acceptable as Captain America
Captain America is an Avenger. Cap has a specific costume that he has worn since 1941 (with some brief exceptions). In the first Avengers film, Cap wore a close version of this costume. Instead of Captain America, Avengers: Infinity War features Chris Evans in a beard and black ninja crap. The public gets Captain America in a movie what, every two years? And they couldn’t put a recognizable character on screen for five minutes? One can’t really have an Avengers movie without Captain America, yet here we are. Stupid.

Not Captain America
Thor is another example. This eye-patched, shorthaired weirdo looks more like the real Nick Fury than Thor. Thor has worn long hair a cool winged helmet for over 50 years in the comics. It looks great. Chris Hemsworth wore a similar helmet for five minutes in the first Thor movie, it looked great. 

This is Thor
Marvel Studios really hates wings for some reason. The Black Widow’s trademark is long (and sometimes short) red hair. She has never changed her hair color in the comics. She is, through costume and hair color, instantly recognizable as the Black Widow. Why did she go blonde in the movie? So the action figure could be different? That’s what you get when everyone is in black leather ninja crap; you have to change the hair color to tell characters apart.

Not sure who the #$%& this is, but it's not Thor
I really hate the moronic Spider-Man costume they forced Tom Holland into for Infinity War. I think it was the DisneyXD one. It looks awful, and a great costume is available! Just look at the comics. It’s been basically the same for 50 years BECAUSE IT WORKS.

As the years go by, Marvel Studios care less and less about respecting their source material. I’m not sure Anthony and Joe Russo, directors of Infinity War, have ever read a comic in their lives. Have any current or upcoming Marvel directors? Sometimes it doesn’t matter—Black Panther wasn’t really taken from a specific Marvel story, but they got the tone, and the costume, right. But it was already black leather (vibranium?). 

Kid Flash from The Flash on CW
For some reason, directors and producers think colorful costumes are stupid and the public won’t accept them. WRONG! Most of the CW superhero shows present colorful costumes and they look great—and that is on a TV budget! I’m not saying every costume in the comics would work on screen—but most of them could be much more similar with some development by a determined costume designer. Give Cap his costume and head wings! Give Thor his helmet (and hammer)! Give Black Widow silver bracelets and red hair! These things have worked for over five decades for a reason. People like them! Don’t make everything bland black ninja crap. And don’t let the actors go without masks because of their attention-grabbing need to show their faces all the time. Captain America wears a mask. Iron Man wears a mask. Spider-Man wears a mask. If you don’t want to adapt comic books, try YA novels, like everyone else! Not many of those characters wear costumes. But if they did, I’m sure they would wear black leather ninja crap. It’s tiiiiiiiiiiiiime to stop!

If most of the characters from Avengers: Infinity War were recognizable as Marvel comic book characters, as in Avengers 1 & 2, I would have loved this film. Since they weren’t, I had no emotional attachment to them. As it is, I somewhat liked it.

Rating: *** stars out of 5

Friday, March 23, 2018

Don't Mess With His Neighborhood ...

All kidding aside, I have nothing but respect and admiration for Mr. Fred Rogers. Kind, humble and a true gentleman, I wonder what Mr. Rogers would make of today's television landscape--even PBS? I'm sure he would handle it in stride, with an eye towards making children's--and everyone's--lives better. I'm looking forward to the Mr. Rogers' documentary this summer. 

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Television – The Punisher (Netflix)

*Slight Spoilers* 
How simple is the Punisher concept? A Special Forces soldier comes home from the war to his loving family. While on a picnic in Central Park, they get caught in the crossfire of a mob hit and are killed, he barely survives. Vowing revenge, the soldier devotes his skills to a new war, taking down violent criminals and mobsters in a variety of permanent ways. That’s the story of Frank Castle, Marvel’s Punisher. It’s so uncomplicated.

Not for Marvel TV though! Marvel TV has never met a creative concept they can’t mangle for politically correct television. I really looked forward to this show—how could anyone get it so wrong? First, these Marvel Netflix shows are too long! That is on them, Punisher could have easily filled a hundred episodes with the right ideas. Instead, Marvel TV is addicted to one major storyline (with several boring sub-plots to eat up time) over the magic number of 13 episodes. The first episode of Punisher is pretty good, the last is excellent. The rest drag like hell. Were the writers as bored as the rest of us? If they were it certainly shows.

Jon Bernthal rarely dressed as the Punisher
Actor Jon Bernthal’s performance as the Punisher is good. However, the writers have no idea who the character is. They are too absorbed with their themes of guns; good or bad?, American military veterans and shady government operatives. And NO ONE comes out well. While some of the characters and storylines are layered. ALL soldiers and former military are portrayed as insane, evil or suffering from PTSD. At least no one is all three. Well, except for the psycho serial killer who kills everyone he wants to before the Punisher fails to stop him. Oops, spoiler. The most weak and sniveling of these ex-military villains OF COURSE wears an NRA shirt. Is there any other way for a Marvel writer?

One of the most iconic symbols emblazoned on the Punisher is the painted skull he wears on his chest armor. It’s been a part of his gear from day one. It’s a big part of what makes Punisher the Punisher. Marvel TV loves to ignore everything that makes a hero iconic, so they pretty much do away with this too. I think he wears a half-painted skull on his chest in maybe two of the thirteen episodes. Marvel TV thinks all cool costumes or icons need to be limited to the last five minutes of a show’s last episode. Don’t want to fans to get any service, you know! That might cause them to watch it or recommend it to others. Conservatives might end up watching the show. Can’t have that!

The worst part of Marvel TV’s Punisher is the slow, unevenly paced storytelling. The first episode, where Frank Castle is reintroduced from his run on Daredevil, is all right. The last episode, where Frank takes on the military bad guy back in Central Park, in full Punisher regalia including his chest skull, is great. Of course in the show it’s the military, not the Italian mob, who kills Frank’s family, another stupid idea. Episodes 2 through 12 are not all terrible, but have little to do with the Punisher. We have military hijinks, Department of Homeland Security politics, highly corrupt government officials doing bad deeds, and endless yawn-inducing similar scenes. And what is the Punisher doing? Romancing a co-worker’s wife. Sitting in his concrete bunker and squinting menacingly. Oh, and in episode 8, Punisher and his partner Micro talk about their feelings for an hour and then Micro shows Punisher his penis. Really.

Writers, for a much better show, read a Punisher comic (something I’m not sure anyone connected to this show actually did). Doing a show the opposite way would have made for a much better experience. Make the main plot about the Punisher, and sub-plots about all the political intrigue. Make it more episodic—maybe Punisher against a different bad guy every few shows—and make the military thing the overall subplot that resolves in the last show. They could have done this and kept the first and last shows pretty much intact, while adding a lot more Frank Castle action along the way. But no, instead the audience has to be bored by endless sub-plots and social commentary, while the star sits in a bunker and looks at computer screens.

Overall the Marvel TV’s Punisher was a massive and boring disappointment. There were good moments along the way, and when it hit the fan things got violent and the right folks got punished. The Punisher even wore his skull once. But there is massive room for improvement here. Again, try reading any Punisher comic by Dixon, Ennis or Baron and just follow the outline. Is it really that challenging?  

Rating: **½ stars out of 5 

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The Time I Met Chuck Norris

The eyes of a Ranger are upon you ... 
This past Sunday I was lucky enough to score a free pass to the Lexington Comic & Toy Show. I wasn’t going to go, but I checked the attendee list and one of the guests was the one and only Mr. Chuck Norris. Of course I grew up with Chuck Norris—Good Guys Wear Black, The Octagon, Silent Rage and the greatest movie ever made, Lone Wolf McQuade. Frankly, I was giddy about meeting the great one. The man who doesn’t sleep, he waits. A cobra bit Chuck Norris once. After three days of agonizing pain, the cobra died. This is the man.

After a pleasant Sunday drive to Lexington, I entered the con and headed for Chuck’s booth. The line was crowded but not that bad. I saw him from afar. Walker, Texas Ranger himself, smiling, shaking hands and signing autographs. From afar he looked like a young, middle-aged man, as if his 78th birthday wasn’t the day before (it was). While I waited patiently, I struck up a conversation with one of his bodyguards, an armed, off-duty Lexington police officer in full uniform. I asked him about Chuck. He said he had been with Chuck all weekend, and he had never seen such a kind, involved, enthusiastic celebrity. Just what you want to hear about your hero.

I finally had the opportunity to approach Chuck. After a full weekend of being “on,” mixing with fans and pressing flesh, he looked like he was having the time of his life. I chose a photo to sign from his assistant, a Lone Wolf McQuade photo of Chuck brandishing two Uzis. I stepped up to him.

“Hi Mr. Norris, I’m Jerry.”

“Hi Jerry!” said the man.

He took my photo, turned it around and started to sign in a tight, readable script. Chuck would not have prospered in medical school.

“Can you sign it ‘to Jerry’?” I asked.

His assistant butted in and told me signature only. Celebrities have different rules about this—Adam West would only personalize with a specific name, which I didn’t want at the time. For the man, I wanted the world to know Chuck Norris signed a photo directly to me. Oh well, that’s life.

I engaged Chuck. “Lone Wolf McQuade is my favorite Chuck Norris movie!” I squealed like a 12-year-old schoolgirl meeting Justin Timberlake. He smiled and said “Oh yeah?” “Yeah!” I replied. “If you have time I can quote all the dialog from beginning to end,” I joked. He smiled and handed me my photo.

“It’s been a total pleasure to meet you, Chuck.” I said. He smiled like a kid and stuck out his hand. I shook hands with Chuck Norris. Read that suckers! I shook hands with Chuck Norris!

“Tell your buddy I said hi,” said Chuck.

Without missing a beat I said, “Thanks, I will!” I walked away holding my photo. Eventually it occurred to me that I didn’t know what in the world he was talking about. I racked my brain. What buddy? Was the great one confusing me with someone else? After thinking about it, I think the noise of the convention hall messed with Chuck’s hearing a bit. I think he must have thought I told him Lone Wolf McQuade was my buddy’s favorite movie. Not sure why I would say that, but he must have thought he meets all kinds, so what? Anyway, I can now divide my life into two parts—before I meeting Chuck Norris and after meeting Chuck Norris. This part is definitely better!

And yes, I realize I only survived the encounter because Chuck Norris let me live.