Although he died a couple of years before I was born, Bruce Lee was still going strong when I was a kid and the impact he had brought to pop culture was active. Yes, the kung-fu craziness was well on its way-out but it still lingered on in things like this unusual comic book series. Most particularly, I recall Mike Zeck's artwork. Not only had he a great level of draftsmanship, he also drew amazing action sequences (i.e. fight scenes) and, most important to me, the intense facial expressions he gave to the characters. Again, as with other comics from that era that I've mentioned here, this one had that paranoic/manic feeling that seduced me so much. Also, it had that whole evil villainous father versus noble heroic son thing that kids love so much before George Lucas attached it to his world-famous movie franchise.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
I wasn't familiar with neither Kirby nor Kane's versions of the character when I first came across the Jim Starlin comics, but that might have been for the better because this could just as well be an entirely new character. I clearly remember being totally mystified by Starlin's vigorous artwork and trippy stories when I first came across it. These comics had all the same qualities I had come to identify with Marvel (that strangeness, manic, hallucinogenic, almost paranoid quality that was absent from DC comics superfriends) elevated to a much higher level. To a then-seven/eight-year old kid, this was beyond superheroes. All the basic elements of the genre (the fantasy, the angst, the melodrama, the epic scale) were pumped up to another level. And then... Starlin killed Adam Warlock. The perfect ending ... if only it had been let well enough alone.