Here's Shang-Chi taking on a suspiciously Bruce Lee-looking bully, and teaching a young kid a life lesson, by showing us all that violence is not the way, and pontificating endlessly about same. This could easily've been an episode of Kung Fu back in the day, yet Shang somehow isn't as smug or pleased with himself as David Carradine, maybe because he's actually still a kid himself, and is therefore not always completely sure about everything. I actually always preferred his appearances in Deadly Hands to his regular series, great as it undoubtedly was. The one-off stories seemed to work better for some reason, even if Shang never seemed to actually live anywhere, wandering the streets of New York barefoot as he did.
By the way, that magnificent cover painting? Doesn't happen anywhere inside the book. You'd think Shang-Chi versus Bruce Lee would've been the obvious choice, and sold more, wouldn't you?
And here’s Hunter 3, the last of Eerie's sword swinging, mutant slaying post-apocalypse anti-heroes. Perhaps realizing the idea had run it's course, this one's played solely for laffs.
It’s a trivial piece of nonsense really, and not really up to the heights of it’s predecessors, but it’s kinda fun and it’s Alex Nino. Plus, we’re all completists here, aren’t we?
Gareth Thomas?? What, lovely old Gareth Thomas off Blake's 7!?? HE'S the evil mastermind behind everything??? Say it ain't so!
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In yet another in a long, long line of:
a) Why oh why didn't I buy this great comic at the time and
b) That's funny, I could've sworn I'd done a post about this character already.
So we arrive, and not before time, at the bivouac of The Unknown Soldier, possibly THE most pulpish of comic characters not actually taken from the pulps.
Here's the deal if you were as dumb as I was at the time, and never checked him out:
In the early days of World War II, a young GI is caught in a grenade blast that destroys his face, and kills his older brother.
Refusing to let this slow him down for a second, our unnamed hero becomes both a master of disguise AND the deadliest killer in the US army, taking on the dirty, impossible missions no on else would dare.
But then he is, as he describes himself: 'The man with "suicide" for a middle name.'
Is that genius or what?
The early issues were by Joe Kubert, Bob Haney, Doug Wildey and, slightly less impressively, Jack Sparling, but I want to jump ahead to the real golden era for this strip, when The Soldier had his adventures related by David Michelinie & Gerry Talaoc, a perfect team if ever there was one.
This is their first issue together, and is kind of a reboot, being the first time we ever saw the actual damage our hero sustained to his face, and it's an absolute belter of a mission statement.
The Man No One Knows, But Is Known By Everyone. Here he is:
This week just gone marked the anniversary of the birth of the one & only Wally Wood.
Woody was the first comic book artist I was ever a fan of, from the instant I saw his first issue of Daredevil reprinted in Mighty World Of Marvel.
But soon after that, I also discovered his magnificent T.H.U.N.D.E.R. Agents series. However, rather than reading the adventures of Noman, Menthor & Dynamo in the original Tower comics, we on this side of the pond experienced this stuff in the glorious ( and shockingly badly printed ) Alan Class line.
Oh, you thought Charlton printed on bad paper?
As I've reminisced before, these comics ran to no publishing schedule known to man, each issue featuring completely different characters and stories, and were culled from Silver Age Marvel, Charlton, Tower, and god knows where else. There was no rhyme or reason to any of it.
In fact, they weren't even called Alan Class comics. They weren't called anything, except maybe 'Summer Holiday Comics', as that seemed to be when they mostly appeared.
In fact, even though Class obviously paid to reprint these stories, they do sort of feel like bootlegs these days.
So, as we head into summer, here's how Woody & Dynamo, and all the rest of the gang, were introduced to us.
For the full effect, read this on the beach while your parents repeatedly ask you if you're going to be spending the holiday doing nothing but reading comics.
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