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DECLINE AND FALL
But just two years before 9/11, the superhero industry was on its knees. Thousands of comic-book specialty stores evaporated in a slow but inexorable decline that began in 1994, caused by rampant profiteering and a glut of the most poorly written and drawn comics in the history of the medium. Shell-shocked fans now refer to those dark times as the “Chromium Age”—a time when tacky gimmicks like covers printed on chromium plastic enticed hobbyists to buy multiple copies of unreadable comics in hopes that their resale value would triple or quadruple. Some fans actually believed that they would get rich on “hot” books, even though tens of thousands of other speculators had also bought dozens of copies. It was a shameless pyramid scheme, one in which only publishers and retailers profited. In the end, it only discredited the medium and hastened the industry's decline. The rise of hi-res video games, home video, and the Internet also threatened the future of the poor, humble comic book.
Comics had been to the brink before, when plummeting sales had threatened the future of the industry in the 1970s. They were saved by the introduction of the “direct market” system, a distribution model in which publishers were guaranteed sales from specialty retailers who bought the books outright, rather than on consignment. In return, the retailers kept the books they didn't sell as back issues and were offered a greater discount for their trouble.
Freed from the crushing financial weight of unsold product and the restrictions of the censorious Comics Code Authority (see chapter 15), creators began to experiment with more mature and challenging storylines. In fact, many of the themes that attract millions of moviegoers today have their roots in the ground-breaking stories of the 1980s. Sales began to climb as the content became more sophisticated. These mature works drew in new fans while retaining the interest of older readers who, in the past, usually abandoned comics as they left their teens. Publishers retained the services of talented artists and writers, who might otherwise have left the field for more lucrative work. And royalty and profit-sharing programs allowed top creators to actually get rich. As a result, the 1980s saw a renaissance in American comics.
All this money, however, became the root cause of comics' near-death experience in the 1990s. Titles like Batman: The Dark Knight Returns and Watchmen not only earned big sales, but they also attracted the interest of the mainstream media. A new breed of creator arose, motivated almost entirely by the money. Many of them were talented and sincere; many were not. But too many of the talentless quickly learned the art of making a sale. At the same time, publishers abandoned long-held standards intended to prevent comic characters from being overexposed or misrepresented. Combine these trends with the artificially inflated sale of back issues, and the floodgates were open.
By the early 1990s, publishers like Image, Acclaim, and Malibu were pushing a sort of crack-cocaine version of superheroes. The model was created by former Marvel artist Rob Liefeld, who developed a garish vocabulary of visual gimmicks calculated to excite gullible fans. Instead of sleek, idealized athletes with colorful-yet-tasteful outfits, superheroes became a riot of bulging veins and ballooned muscles, absurd punk-influenced costumes, cybernetic limbs, and grotesque automatic weapons. Their faces were invariably frozen in grimacing expressions of hate, and they all seemed bent on death and mayhem for its own sake. Stories became nothing but incomprehensible jumbles of action poses, poorly choreographed fight scenes, and explosions. The trend spread, until even the august heroes of Marvel and DC Comics were being done Liefeld style, and the entire market became saturated with promotional gimmicks—variant covers, chromium covers, diecut covers—whose only purpose was to move product.
The turning point came in 1993 with DC Comics' “Death of Superman” stunt in Superman #75, which sold millions and brought thousands of new customers into comic stores. The ill-fated marketing ploy left a sour aftertaste, however. True fans knew DC would never leave their signature character dead, and finally realized they were being ripped off. By the middle of the decade, thousands of retailers found themselves buried under piles of unsold product; many stores simply went under. Yet, publishers simply continued spewing out more of the same garbage.
Things went from bad to worse. Batman and Robin, the nearly unwatchable 1997 film directed by Joel Schumacher, brought the Batman franchise to its knees and nearly took the Warner Brothers empire down with it. This was followed by a string of superhero flops like Judge Dredd, Tank Girl, and The Phantom that threatened the future of the entire “comic-book movie” genre. There is an ironic symmetry to this, for it was the success of the first Batman film in 1989 that launched one of the most feverish booms in the comic-book industry's fifty-year history, just as the success of the Batman TV series had done in 1966.
CHAPTER 2
KINGDOM COME
In 1996, two creators decided they had had enough. One was Alex Ross, an astonishingly talented painter and preacher's son from Texas. Ross grew up obsessing over the work of classic illustrators like Andrew Loomis and Norman Rockwell, and the music of the classically trained rock band Queen. His great passion, however, was for the noble, self-sacrificing superheroes of the so-called Silver Age of comic books (1957–1970). Ross burst onto the comic-book scene in 1994 with a series entitled Marvels, in which he presented Marvel Comics' most popular heroes in his graceful and impressionistic, yet photorealistic, style. Ross' noble characters had an immediate effect, making all the other superhero comics look ugly and cynical by comparison.
With the help of another ornery Southerner (dialogue writer Mark Waid), Ross declared war on the Chromium Age. His 1996 epic mini-series Kingdom Come is nothing less than an apocalyptic tract, awash in fiery Biblical wrath. The story presents a world in which the old-school superheroes (Superman, Batman, Flash, Wonder Woman, and others) are either in forced retirement or operating underground. In their place, a new generation of heroes arises—violent maniacs who spend most of their time engaging in pointless battles with each other. Foremost among these is Magog, a none-too-subtle parody of Rob Liefeld's most successful creation, Cable. During one of their meleés, this new breed of heroes causes a nuclear accident that irradiates the Midwestern farm belt and reduces it to a wasteland. Savvy readers recognized this as a metaphor for what the new breed of superhero comic was doing to the medium and the market.
Alarmed by this, Superman emerges from retirement and reassembles DC's Justice League. In an eye-grabbing series of battles, Superman and the League descend from the heavens like archangels and smash the new breed of super-powered lunatics, finally placing them in an enormous gulag in the radioactive wasteland of Kansas. Superman's arch-foe, Lex Luthor, has other plans, however. Luthor assembles his own band of heroes (led by a mind-controlled Captain Marvel) to fight the League. The climax comes when Superman and the more-powerful Captain engage in battle, while nuclear missiles meant to destroy all super-powered beings rain down from the heavens. At the very last moment, Captain Marvel tears himself free from the influence of the mind control and summons lightning from the heavens to destroy the missiles in mid-flight. He dies in the act. The story ends with peace on Earth and Wonder Woman pregnant with Superman's child. Kingdom Come marked the end of the Chromium Age, even though it would be several years before the comics market recovered from the damage it had wrought. The book is remarkable, however, for another reason. Kingdom Come—perhaps more than any other comic book in history—delineates what superheroes are to their most devoted fans. They are nothing less than gods.
THE HERO AS MESSIAH
Ross and Waid clearly depict the Captain—a discorporate entity incarnated by occult magic—as the new Christ. Though Superman is the book's star, Marvel is the linchpin of the series, and his death is the salvation of mankind. In Kingdom Come, Captain Marvel is endowed with an invulnerable, almost totemic, power.
In many ways, Captain Marvel is the ultimate icon of wish-fulfillment. A young orphan, Billy Batson, accidentally stumbles on a great wizard in an underground chamber. The
wizard then teaches him a magical incantation that gives the boy the powers of a god. Captain Marvel isn't stained by the faults and foibles of ordinary heroes. His costume, with its royal, militaristic flourishes, is more dignified than Superman's longjohns. Nor is he saddled with the psychological baggage that figures like Batman and Spider-Man carry. It's no surprise, then, that he was the favorite character of the most important creator in the history of superhero comics, Jack Kirby. Two of Kirby's most iconic characters, the Mighty Thor and OMAC, borrow heavily from Captain Marvel, as does Kirby's signature character, Captain America. And it is probably no coincidence that two other pivotal creators, Alan Moore and Neil Gaiman, began their careers writing for Captain Marvel's British counterpart, Marvelman.
Kingdom Come summoned the spirit of Captain Marvel because its creators felt that his absence—or rather, the absence of what he represented—was destroying something they loved. The grim and gritty superheroes of Rob Liefeld and his mob of coconspirators—dark, violent vigilantes like Wolverine and The Punisher—were no longer even likable, never mind admirable or worth emulating. The catalyst for this trend was Frank Miller's 1986 graphic novel, Batman: The Dark Knight Returns (or simply Dark Knight).
Dark Knight was a relentlessly brutal look at urban violence, seasoned with heavy doses of crypto-fascist propagandizing and sexually transgressive imagery. The book's apocalyptic fury (complete with nuclear warfare) had the emotional impact of a bludgeon, and soon all of comicdom was following suit. Superheroes began to shed their naive, kid-friendly aura, and soon became up-to-the-minute urban warriors. This appealed to inner-city youths, many black and Hispanic, who were living through similar mayhem in their own neighborhoods. Indeed, the bulk of new readers who came into the comic-book market in the late 1980s were urban. American cities were in the midst of an existential crisis, and it is in times like these that gods appear. Likewise, it is probably no accident that the comics boom began to wane as the crack epidemic and the horrific gun violence that accompanied it began to ease in the mid 90s.
The landscape changed, however, when the tragedy of 9/11 struck. Politicans and pundits alike responded to the event with a calculated series of statements and actions that seem lifted straight from the pages of Superman or The X-Men. And the comic-book industry wasted no time rising to the occasion. A series of commemorative magazines and comics quickly flooded the racks, featuring Marvel's top characters reacting to the tragedy.
The following summer, a big-screen adaptation of Spider-Man hit the screen. The damage done to Manhattan by the Green Goblin in that film tapped into the primal fear unleashed on that beautiful September morning, and Spider-Man's eventual victory guaranteed that the movie would become a box-office juggernaut. The trauma of 9/11 explains why the film packed the visceral punch it did. As we watch Spider-Man triumph over the forces of chaos and evil, in some sense the psychic damage done on that day is repaired. And those primal fears still linger. Witness the success of the 2005 Batman Begins, which also featured similar acts of apocalyptic mayhem wreaked on Gotham City.
HOLLYWOOD HOMEGROWN HEROES
The box office success of superheroes has led many movie studios and animation firms to attempt to build their own superhero properties from scratch. Space Ghost, Birdman and the Galaxy Trio, The Mighty Isis, The Greatest American Hero, Thundarr the Barbarian, The Thundercats, Darkman, Dark Angel, Meteor Man, and M.A.N.T.I.S. are all examples of this. Most of these attempts, however, have been short-lived. There have also been movie characters that are superheroes in all but name—Terminator and Rambo, for instance. But there is something about the medium of the comic book that seems to be the best incubator for our substitute gods. People seem to sniff out the insincerity of these prefab Hollywood properties. And insincerity is instant death for a superhero—or a god, for that matter.
The two films that have successfully created superheroes from the ground up have drawn heavily on comic books to do so. In 1999, The Matrix was created by two comic-book-fans-turned-movie-directors, Andy and Larry Wachowski. The brothers enlisted two flashy comic-book artists, Geoff Darrow and Steve Skroce, to help them develop their concepts. In fact, Darrow and Skroce essentially created a comic book out of the script. The directors then used the comic book to pitch the film. The Matrix also drew heavily on religious mysticism and cyberpunk science fiction, effectively creating the first Gnostic, computer-hacking, Zen Buddhist superhero in Neo, played by Keanu Reeves. After writing and producing another big-budget movie based on a comic book (V for Vendetta) in 2006, the Wachowskis took the plunge and started their own comic-book line, Burlyman Entertainment.
A more family-oriented band of heroes, The Incredibles, was created by animator Brad Bird for the computer-animation studio Pixar. This heroic family was either a tribute to or a blatant knockoff of Marvel's Fantastic Four, depending on your outlook.
Efforts have also been made to present superheroes in film and on television without all of the iconic trappings (i.e., Spandex). M. Night Shamalayan's film Unbreakable (2000) posited the existence of real-life superheroes who are unaware of their powers. More recently, the cable series The 4400 has presented a new race of humans, who are given superpowers by scientists from the future in order to prevent a projected disaster. The series, however, draws heavily on The X-Men, in that the 4400 are endowed with individualized powers and are perceived by the government and the society at large as an existential threat. Following in this tradition, NBC's smash-hit series Heroes (co-produced by top comics writer Jeph Loeb) has made these everyday superheroes sexy.
Yet the printed comic book remains, as it has for 70 years, the primary incubator for superheroes, even for film and television. The reason for this is two-fold. Comic books use a highly effective form of storytelling that resonates directly with the reader's unconscious mind. Comics are also very cheap to produce and print. A talented cartoonist can break your heart with nothing but a #2 pencil and a few sheets of paper.
While the technology that supports comic-book creation has improved significantly—computerized coloring lets artists render scenes in near-photographic detail—it all still starts and ends with the most basic of tools. While very popular comics have been printed inexpensively in black-and-white, most readers today generally expect comics to be very finely rendered by high-priced talent and printed in full color on high-grade paper. But compared to a feature film or even a video game, the cost is negligible. With lower production costs and less upfront financial risk, creators and publishers are, at least theoretically, able to experiment and pursue very idiosyncratic visions, which can result in truly groundbreaking material.
CHAPTER 3
THE CULT OF THE SUPERHERO
The diehard passion of comic-book creators gives their work a visceral conviction unlike that of any other storytelling medium. Comics fans are often aspiring creators and comics creators are usually avid fans themselves. For better or worse, most casual comic-book readers drift off into other pastimes; those that remain are a highly specialized, highly sophisticated audience. They know what they like and what they don't, and they take their favorite characters very, very seriously. In fact, artists and writers who don't hold their heroes in the same esteem, or portray them in a way seen to be insufficiently worshipful, often find themselves unofficially blacklisted. Since Kingdom Come, comic-book artists are expected to render their superheroes with a similar reverence.
Moreover, the accessibility of direct-market distribution makes competition among comic creators fierce. This has resulted in a constant evolution of the medium, particularly when it comes to the way stories are told. Today's comic-book artists are not cartoonists; they are illustrators, and most are expected to adhere to the highest standards of draftsmanship. Rob Liefeld's own work, and work of its caliber, is rarely seen on the stands today. He and others like him are seen as infidels in the new Church of the Superhero.
It may be that the general level of anxiety invoked by 9/11 and the Iraq War has encouraged the a
mped-up level of devotion among fans. In the recent past, superhero parodies were particularly popular, as were self-mocking, comedic takes on favorite characters. For instance, the 80s incarnation of The Justice League was a wildly popular superhero comedy title. When the writers and artists of that book were recently reunited for a mini-series entitled Formerly Known as the Justice League, they dealt only with the peripheral, D-list characters from the series, as if third-rate characters like Blue Beetle and Booster Gold were fair pickings for parody, but stars like Superman and Batman must be treated with the utmost solemnity.
It is exactly this level of seriousness that has fueled movie adaptations of comic books and is probably most responsible for their incredible success. Tim Burton's Batman was an eccentric, but essentially faithful, rendering of the character. The film reinvigorated Batman and kicked off the era of the modern superhero film. In contrast, Joel Schumacher's Batman was a campy self-parody that nearly destroyed the franchise and the genre of superhero films with it. Christopher Nolan's Batman Begins (2005) drew heavily on the tone and context of contemporary comics and restored the character to his former glory.
It is precisely the reverential treatment of these characters—the essentially religious portrayal of them—that resonates with the mass audience today. We have, in fact, witnessed the emergence of a strange kind of religion here. Indeed, superheroes now play for us the role once played by the gods in ancient societies. Fans today don't pray to Superman or Batman—or at least most won't admit to doing so. But when you see fans dressed as their favorite heroes at comic conventions, you are seeing the same type of worship that once played out in the ancient pagan world, where celebrants dressed up as the objects of their worship and enacted their dramas in festivals and ceremonies.