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Saturday, February 28, 2009
I MUST SEE THIS MOVIE: DETROIT METAL CITY (2008)
Cover of the first DETROIT METAL CITY manga collection.
Back then I took one look at it and dismissed it as the latest lame-assed Japanese filtering of Western stupidity, but now that I've actually read the manga I take back that ignorant viewpoint and am dying to get my hands on a subtitled DVD of the 2008 live-action movie.
The DETROIT METAL CITY manga tells the story of Soichi Negishi, an acoustic guitar-playing complete pussy of a musician whose real interests lie with Swedish pop music that would give many listeners diabetes, but his true gift lies in writing songs and performing as Lord Johannes Krauser II, an over-the-top-offensive death metal singer/guitarist who fronts the series' titular band. When on stage, Soichi loses himself in his demonic stage persona — who's look is more than a little bit influenced by Gene Simmons of Kiss and Mercyful Fate frontman and solo artist King Diamond — and bellows out ultra-stupid songs of rape, bestiality, matricide, patricide and damned near every other "-icide" one can think of, all the while delighting his fans who totally buy into his satanic act as the inspirationally-transgressive real deal.
Detroit Metal City's demonic frontman, Lord Johannes Krauser II (Kenichi Matsuyama), whose press releases state he raped and killed his parents.
As DMC's popularity flourishes, Soichi's discomfort with his lurid stage antics grows as his insane manager does everything in her power to warp Soichi into a lifestyle more in line with Krauser's purported forays into into garden-variety murder, cop-killing, public molestation of the innocent and cannibalism. This twisted manager determines whether a DMC song is worthwhile by just how wet it makes her — she's very candid in her discussion of this — and her efforts at corrupting the sweetie-pie Soichi swiftly bring into play marijuana, heroin, hulking leather boys and the drug-induced anal violation of his elderly male neighbor (who totally enjoys it, is revitalized and becomes a DMC fan on the spot). But despite his success and growing fame/infamy, Soichi keeps his rock 'n' roll self hidden from his friends and family out of a deep sense of shame at what he's doing, to say nothing of how being Krauser brings out parts of his personality that he never knew existed (i.e. very public displays of disrespect for authority, verbal abusiveness toward women, generally unbecoming behavior). And all that's just a smattering of what's in the first volume!
Which brings me to the movie. All that I've read about the reception of the movie is overwhelmingly positive and by all reports the film is every bit as ludicrously offensive as the comics, so I'd like to get my hands on a subtitled copy of the DVD. The cartoon version is available with subs, but it's the live-action version that I need to witness because there's nothing more visually idiotic than the goofy stage shows of metal bands, especially death metal bands, with a gimmick, and the Japanese are absolutely the right people to bring that loopy madness to vivid, crazy life. So does anyone out there know where I can find this with subs? I've searched all over and come up with bubkes...
Friday, February 27, 2009
WATCHMEN AND ONE GEEK'S APATHY
Not too long ago I was excited to see that WATCHMEN, hailed by many as the greatest graphic novel of all time, was getting made into an A-list Hollywood production, especially in a time when special effects can handle the story's epic scope and the visuals to bring the awe-inspiring Dr. Manhattan to believable life. I was psyched to hear its content would not be watered down to avoid an R rating. I was intrigued by the casting of Jackie Earl Haley as Rorschach and loved the look of the Owlship as it took flight out of the water off NYC in the trailer's footage. But now, the more I see of the film in new trailers, magazine and internet coverage and such just doesn't turn me on. It looks like another "video game movie" with that strangely disconnected look/feel to it, and I'm frankly tired of movies whose environments appear so...fabricated.
Yeah, I know movies are just that, fabrications assembled for our amusement, but there was more going on than just simple entertainment when Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons literally rewrote the book on superhero stories, and I'd say the graphic novel's enduring popularity speaks to that. When WATCHMEN first hit (was it really over twenty years ago?), many of its thematic elements had not been seen in American comics before and now the "realism" and examination and deconstruction of the superhero as an archetype found in its pages have become a part of the four-color lexicon, for better or worse. With that in mind, what does a movie of WATCHMEN really offer other than seeing the vision of Moore and Gibbons played out in live action across the screens of the nation's multiplexes, nearly twenty-five years after its ideas have been assimilated? What was eye-opening abut WATCHMEN in the first place is hardly such now, and those who would never read a comic book will probably skip the graphic novel without giving a damn and proceed to the movie based on the fun they had with last year's IRON MAN and THE DARK KNIGHT, and I also wouldn't be surprised if after those two box office juggernauts the average audience member exited WATCHMEN wondering what the big deal was.
If anything, I hope interest in the movie spurs the general public to actually read the source novel and absorb one of the tightest pieces of graphic novel craftsmanship in history. Moore's now-immortal characters read unlike just about any others within the comic book medium, especially Rorschach and my vote for the most underrated of the story's heroes, Daniel Dreiberg (aka Nite-Owl), and Moore's script would more than likely not have borne the gravitas that it did if not for the stunning visual contribution of illustrator Dave Gibbons. For nearly every one of the people who read it when it was serialized in monthly chapters back in the 1980's and for those who've discovered it in recent years, WATCHMEN stands as a monolithic achievement and that rarest of comics that successfully crosses over from the four-color ghetto to be deservedly hailed as a straight-up novel of great merit, and that is what separates it from the graphic novel herd.
Now bear in mind that while I do like it I emphatically do not consider WATCHMEN to be the greatest of all graphic novels — largely due to the inclusion of all that "Tales of the Black Freighter" horseshit and "the Squid" — nor Moore's best work, but the majority of readers, both comics fans and not, hail it as such and the grousing of one lone blogging idiot will do less than nothing to turn that tide of popular opinion so I'm not even going to make the attempt. I'm just curious to see if after all the hype, coupled with the book's lofty reputation, the movie will have even one tenth the presence the novel possesses. More often than not, books lose much of their juice when translated to the screen and the artistically successful book-to-movie translations are few and far between, ROSEMARY'S BABY and LITTLE BIG MAN serving as examples of just how the right director and a great script can generate a classic.
But WATCHMEN does not have a Roman Polanski or an Arthur Penn at its helm. Instead it has Zack Snyder in the driver's seat, the guy who gave the world the unnecessary, mediocre DAWN OF THE DEAD remake and the vastly overrated and simultaneously overwrought and utterly artificial 300, a bit of information that only serves to lower my expectations. Yet you know and I know that I'll see WATCHMEN as soon as possible, if for no reason other than to be able to review it here on The Vault and just to be able to say that I saw it, no matter how it pans out as a work of cinematic entertainment, so that's all I have to say on the subject until whenever I sit my beige ass down in some movie theater's indoor twilight and watch Rorschach cause grievous bodily harm to assorted creeps.
NOTE: it's anyone's guess as to when I'll actually get to see WATCHMEN. Last week some of my co-workers attempted to get tickets for the 10PM Imax showing on opening night and discovered that all showings for opening weekend were sold out and had been for a few weeks. I'm sure the story will be much the same at standard venues, but I will try to see it anyway and won't be surprised if I end up having to wait for a few days. In other words, if you're looking to this blog for an ASAP review, I advise you to consult the major reviewers instead.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
FUTURAMA: INTO THE WILD GREEN YONDER (2009)
The Planet Express gang are having a kickass business holiday on Mars Vegas while Professor Farnsworth is paid vast amounts of cash to look the other way yet legally verify that all of Leo Wong's — intern Amy's dad — environment-raping development of a totally new Vegas landscape is kosher. The environmental ravaging draws the attention of some very vocal eco-feminists but their protests fall on deaf ears as Leo Wong puts his plans for a miniature golf course into action, uncaring that it will lay waste to an entire planetary system, and at the heart of this system is a violet dwarf star that holds an incredible secret of great importance... During all of this, Fry develops the ability to read minds and gains membership in the Legion of Mad Fellows, Bender hooks up with the wife of the robot Mafia's DonBot, Amy and Leela fall in with the eco-feminists and unintentionally murder the headless corpse of Spiro Agnew (don't ask) and towering "space hero"/asshole Zapp Brannigan is called in to bring the eco-feminists to justice.
INTO THE WILD GREEN YONDER is entertaining enough, but it proves once again that FUTURAMA works best in self-contained half-hour doses that allow the jokes to fly fast and furious while maintaining a brisk pace. To varying degrees, all of the DVD movies are a bit overlong and a lot of the material seems included solely for the purpose of padding out the running time, as seen in this installment's subplot of Bender and the mob wife; that plot is introduced and goes absolutely nowhere, contributing absolutely nothing to the overall plot. In fact, that subplot could have been completely excised with no discernible effect on the rest of the feature. The eco-feminists when first seen appear to be a one-off gag, but their presence throughout the film becomes quite tiresome and predictable, leading Leela into behavior that is wildly out of character for her, and that flaw mars the last third of the film. In fact, I think it says a lot that the funniest thing on the DVD is a special feature that allegedly takes us behind the scenes of the making of FUTURAMA and reveals that every single creative task needed to make the series is handled by actress Lauren Tom, the voice of Amy. This segment is laugh-out-loud funny and should not be missed.
While it's always fun and entertaining to once more immerse into the well-realized world of FUTURAMA and its loony cast, this film kind of just chugs along until the secret of the violet dwarf star is revealed — a secret that turns out to be worth the wait and rather cosmically awesome — and displays considerably less wit than I know the filmmakers are capable of. What happened? Did the writers just lose interest? I hope not, because there is talk of bringing FUTURAMA back from the sepulcher of cancellation and if that's the case I'd like to see a return to the form that made the show the most unique of the Fox stable of animated shows and a beloved classic among sci-fi humor geeks. But until then INTO THE WILD GREEN YONDER will have to serve to hold us FUTURAMA fans over until the series is resurrected, and I'd like to see that happen sooner than later thanks to the film's wide-open-for-a-sequel ending.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
ASS WEDNESDAY
As I see so many of my co-workers adorned with an ash cross on their foreheads today, I wonder if Catholicism had instead instituted "Turd Wednesday" and required the smearing of shit on their heads, would they do so? And just once I'd like to see some wiseass go up to get his facial ash and instead demand full-on blackface instead of a tiny cross smear. Then I'd love to see the Jolson-looking dude burst out onto the street and scream the most Amos 'n' Andy-style "HALLELUJAH!!!" possible.
But that's just me being a heathen.A QUICK QUESTION TO ALL YOU MARTIAL ARTS MOVIE BUFFS OUT THERE
COMING SOON!!!
sorry for there not being a proper post today, but I've been swamped in both my job and my personal life and just haven't had the time. I do have some stuff in progress so I'll probably be back on track by Friday at the latest, and you can expect the following:
- A review of INTO THE WILD GREEN YONDER, the latest straight-to-DVD FUTURAMA movie
- A review of the straight-to-DVD WONDER WOMAN movie
- A look back at the mind-boggling RAT PFINK A BOO BOO (yes, that's an actual film title and not just me getting drunk at the keyboard)
- My thoughts on the upcoming WATCHMEN film adaptation and my utter apathy toward it
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
SHIN KYUSEISHU DENSETSU HOKUTO NO KEN: RAOH DEN-GEKITO NO SHO (2007)
When it debuted back in 1983 as a weekly manga, HOKUTO NO KEN (aka FIST OF THE NORTH STAR) immediately made a name for itself as an ultra-violent post-apocalyptic martial arts superhero yarn that stole liberally from Bruce Lee and THE ROAD WARRIOR. a recipe that, though short on literary merit, piled on the action and awesome fights between characters whose superpowers more or less rendered them gods of war/hand-to-hand combat. Once condemned by Japanese parents' group for being too over-the-top violent and gory — and when the Japanese complain about something being too gory, you have to sit up and take notice — the manga just passed its twenty-fifth anniversary and is now hailed as a landmark work, while those of us who discovered it through its length animated TV version still recall that show with great fondness (even untranslated it was the perfect time-waster for stoned, college-age superhero/anime fans). So it was inevitable that FIST OF THE NORTH STAR would get the remake/reboot treatment that many of the classic manga properties have received over the past decade or so — including 8-MAN, TETSUJIN 28 (known to us round-eyes as GIGANTOR), DEVILMAN, CASSHERN, CUTIE HONEY and GE-GE-GE NO KITARO to name but a few — and, just like the majority of the remakes, damned near everything that made the source material (and some of the early adaptations) so much fun in the first place had been excised and the action/violence that once served as the main draw is now tepid at best, a state of affairs that seriously confuses us long-term fans because there's nobody on the planet who can make with the ass-whuppin' and gory violence like the Japanese.
I'm greatly saddened and deeply disappointed to say that all of the past several years' worth of FIST OF THE NORTH STAR (hereafter referred to as FOTNS) original stories and remakes/retellings of the original saga have fallen flat and are uninvolving, turgid bores that offer nothing to fans of the original except for the characters they know and love. But there's no trace of life or liveliness to any of it, not even during the fight scenes, and even the most diehard of FOTNS fans can't help but notice. It truly amazes me that while there are loads of new and quite impressive toys being newly generated from the franchise, the films display less fun, imagination and genuine entertainment value than a bunch of action figures.
Which brings me to this feature, the final chapter in the real "meat" of the FOTNS saga, namely the decisive moment when Kenshiro, the series' protagonist and one of the deadliest superheroes ever created, has his final showdown with his hulking elder brother, the ruthless Raoh, over the successorship for their family's sacred (to say nothing of superhuman) martial art, Hokuto Shinken (roughly translated as "Divine Fist of the North Star").
Raoh: post-apocalyptic conqueror and the worst nightmare of martial artists everywhere.
In the manga it took about fifteen collected volumes (out of a total twenty-seven) to reach this point in the highly-charged story, an epic tale of facing one's destiny, fighting for law and justice in a world where those concepts simply no longer apply, and the value of friendship and honor, at the core of which lay a power struggle involving the three living Hokuto Shinken practitioners — Kenshiro, Raoh and the ironically-pacifistic Toki, whose combination of skill and gentle compassion would have made him the perfect successor had he not been doomed to a slow death due to radiation poisoning — and when the story finally reached Ken and Raoh's final set-to, audiences were fully invested in its outcome and expected a blistering battle of titans. They were not disappointed and, if memory serves, that confrontation took three whole episodes of the 1980's TV adaptation to tell, sparing not one iota of the fascinating and awesome gallery of skills that Ken had accrued on his long, hard hero's journey to that moment. The fate of the entire world rested on Kenshiro's battered and scarred shoulders and he fought his badder-than-Darth-Vader brother with power and heart that would have done our own Superman proud, finally delivering a killing blow that elicited a smile and heart-felt words of admiration and respect from Raoh, a presence who had been a bitter rival all his life.
It was fucking awesome to witness and rather heavy and sad in the way that only Japanese tales of tragic warriors can express, but all of its grandeur is reduced to less than a pitiful wet fart of a finale in this 2007 feature film. All of the basic details of this section of the saga are present — along with some of the minor retconning of recent years' FOTNS stories — such as the Gento warriors rallying to prevent Raoh from killing their mysterious, helmeted general (who turns out to be Ken's long-presumed-quite-dead fiancee, Yuria) and Raoh's death match with Fudoh, a mythical giant who was the only living being to fill Raoh with fear during the days of his training, but those events all have the action either given short shrift or utterly cut away from to focus on scenes of dialogue at another location, effectively bringing the action to a screeching and unwanted halt while boring the living shit out of the increasingly-somnolent viewer.
That boredom factor has been the undoing of all recent FOTNS installments but it seems even more pronounced here, thanks to what this arc could have and should have have been. Time that should have rightly been given over to the settling of the Ken/Raoh thing is instead wasted on far too many sequences featuring nothing but talking heads speaking in low, ominous tones, trying (and failing) to engage the viewer and convince us of just how serious all of this is. And while these dialogue-heavy scenes are beautifully illustrated (as seen in the stills above), the animators lavished the bulk of their efforts on making the non-action stuff look as nice as possible while crapping out on the fight sequences. Compare the look of the previous images with the one seen below, a shot of Raoh during the final battle:
Again I ask, "What the fuck happened?" I know animating the abundantly-muscled heroes of FOTNS is a daunting task, especially when coupled with convincingly bringing to life blows and techniques capable of leveling whole cliff faces as delivered in what are supposed to be too-swift-to-perceive seconds-worth of time, but this is both sloppy and a ripoff to the fans and is in no way what I expect from a theatrically-released feature film. SHIN KYUSEISHU DENSETSU HOKUTO NO KEN: RAOH DEN-GEKITO NO SHO — or FIST OF THE NORTH STAR: RAOH FIERCE FIGHTING ARC — only works in theory if the viewer is already very familiar with the overall content of the series from the get-go, but even then so much has been excised that all that remains is a hollow shell of the tale that will more than likely confuse the newcomer and definitely hugely disappoint the longtime FOTNS follower. This movie is a failure on just about every level and yet I somehow hold out hope that the final film in this multi-film and DVD project that spanned four years will somehow make up for the sleeping aids that preceded it. ZERO: THE LEGEND OF KENSHIRO was released in Japan back in October and I've heard nothing about it other than that it chronicles the events leading up to the hero's motivating defeat and humiliation, a story fans have heard about a million times, but if it's as exciting and violent as it could be, I won't mind the rehash.
But I'm still wary.
Monday, February 23, 2009
FORMER PASSIONS STAR MAKES THE LEAP FROM SOAPS TO PORN!
When the greatest soap opera in the history of the known universe, PASSIONS, went off the air last August, I wondered what would become of the actors whose surreal misadventures I'd followed for about seven years. The only one I'd seen in anything since being on PASSIONS was Justin Hartley, who left the show in 2006 and is now a cult favorite as the Green Arrow on SMALLVILLE, and now my friend Jessica alerts me to Kelly McCarty, who played balls-out insane Beth Wallace, has decided to make a go of it as a porn star. The skinny on this can be found at Soap Central and I am curious to see how this move works out. I'm also of course curious to see one of my favorite soap actresses involved in action usually undertaken by stars with names like "Taffy De Lish" or "Little Oral Annie," but I suppose that was a given.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
THE TOP 20 ALBUMS THAT FOREVER CHANGED MY MUSICAL PERCEPTIONS
6. ORIGINAL MOODY'S MOOD (1968)-King Pleasure
10. SPECIALS (1979)-The Specials
11. DIRTY LOVE SONGS (1986)-GG Allin
12. WILD PLANET (1980)-The B-52's
Saturday, February 21, 2009
THE 1933 KING KONG AT THE FILM FORUM NEXT SATURDAY!!!
Well, I know where I'll be next Saturday! Manhattan's Film Forum is running the original KING KONG, my favorite movie of all time, and I urge you to see it on the big screen if you've only ever seen it on TV. As Bunche is my name, I swear you haven't experienced that movie until you see it BIG. Here's the Film Forum's listing for it:
KING KONG
(1933, Merian C. Cooper & Ernest B. Schoedsack) “Bring-’em-back-alive” filmmaker Robert Armstrong, with scream queen (and Film Forum member) Fay Wray in tow, sets out in search of the Ultimate Attraction: The Greatest Ape of Them All. Released the week of FDR’s bank holiday, the Mighty Kong still smashed box office records. Approx. 104 min.
2:45, 6:25, 10:10
“The grand-daddy of all monster movies.” – Total Film
“More than a technical achievement, but a curiously touching fable.
There is something ageless and primeval about King Kong.”
– Roger Ebert
without the help of computers.”
– Michael Atkinson
"The best motherfucking movie ever made. So goddamned good, it'll make you eat your own legs on live television! And fuck Peter Jackson in the left ear for that boring-assed remake!!!"
– Yer Bunche
The one hitch here is that tickets are only available on the day of the show at the Film Forum's box office, and there's a bit of info regarding that; from the Film Forum's webiste:
- Tickets for double features are NOT available online. SEE NOTE BELOW
- Tickets for double features go on sale on day of screening at the box office.
- First show time of the day: sales begin when theater opens (generally 12:15pm).
- Second show time of the day: sales begin 20 minutes after the first show time.
- All remaining show times: Tickets for the show time you're interested in go on sale 20 minutes after the previous 'same titled' show time.
- Keep your ticket stub in a secure place as you will need it for re-entry.
Tickets sales policy for triple features is the same as for double features.
SELLOUTS: Once a film sells out, tickets for the
next available show time go on sale immediately.
AN EXPLANATION OF OUR TICKET SALES POLICY
FOR DOUBLE FEATURES
Film Forum sometimes presents double features (one admission charge entitles you to see two films) as part of our repertory program. All double features are clearly marked as such on our website.
Unfortunately, we cannot sell tickets to double features online or in advance. The number of seats available for each show is dependent upon the number of tickets sold to the previous show, and, ultimately, to the number of people who stay on to see both features. For this reason we must sell shows in consecutive order. After tickets are sold for the first two films of the day, sales for each film begin 20 minutes after the start time of the preceding film of the same title.
When one-half of a double feature is sold out, we start a standby line outside. People often leave after the first feature, therefore freeing up additional seats. Our ushers are trained to count seats and get in as many people from the standby line as possible (for that reason, we ask your cooperation in NOT leaving coats or other belongings on seats!). It's extremely rare that a film is so popular that the standby line does not get in.
The double feature is a tradition that we're proud to maintain. We've generally gotten very positive feedback from our members and other audience members regarding them. We apologize to those who think our double feature policy an inconvenience.But even with all that said, who gives a fuck? It's KING KONG! Ya just gotta go!!! The Film Forum is located at 209 West Houston Street in Manhattan, between Sixth Avenue and Varick Street (aka 7th Avenue), and is most easily accessible from the 1 train, right around the corner from the theater at the Houston Street station. KING KONG may just be the most quintessentially "New York" movie ever made, what with it being about a foreigner who ends up in the Big Apple and gets his ass totally kicked, so pack up the kiddies for a trip to Skull Island and I hope to see you there!
Friday, February 20, 2009
“SUGGESTED FOR MATURE READERS”: Tim Pilcher’s EROTIC COMICS: A GRAPHIC HISTORY-VOLUMES 1 & 2
Since homo sapiens first picked up a hunk of charred wood and scrawled images across the walls of caves, there has been the undeniable urge to create and view works depicting the myriad expressions of human sexuality. Appropriately born from fulsome Paleolithic goddesses of fertility, gaining sophistication of craftsmanship in the Greek ideal of male beauty embodied by the kouros, and ranging across the globe while providing insight into the sexual attitudes, fears and desires of countless diverse cultures, erotic art has been considered both sacred and profane, depending on the beholder. All of which is a high-falutin’ way of saying there’s always been a fascination to erotic/pornographic art, and that fascination has been given voice in just about every way imaginable. But what interests us here is the erotic in the comics medium, its history and evolution, all areas that are compellingly addressed in British author Tim Pilcher’s highly informative, lushly illustrated and thoroughly entertaining two-volume EROTIC COMICS: A GRAPHIC HISTORY (with additional research by Gene Kannenberg, Jr.) from Abrams ComicArts.
Exhaustively researched and approached with an enthusiastic and scholarly eye, the two handsome hardcover editions chronicle the evolution of erotic comics and gives readers intimate looks at the lives of the pioneers and legends in the field. Pilcher’s work here is never less than compelling and acclaimed comics scribe Alan (WATCHMEN, THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN) Moore provides the letter-perfect introduction to Volume 2, but when presenting two volumes of sexually explicit material, even when viewed in an historical context, it’s probably a good idea to answer the many questions certain to be raised about the books. Fortunately, Tim Pilcher was kind enough to speak with Yer Bunche and address some of these queries.
Yer Bunche: What separates the erotic from the pornographic?
Tim Pilcher: I think the terms are really interchangeable. Cultural snobbery will always label middle and upper class porn as erotica. It’s the same as sates of mind. The only difference between being mad and eccentric is how much money you have in the bank. Alan Moore deliberately prefers the more provocative term, pornography (literally “drawings of prostitutes”), but I think that has too many unfortunate negative connotations in the general public’s mind as it conjures up plastic bodies, expressionless faces and soulless sex. Erotica, literally “desire” and “works of art,” implies a bit more thought and creativity has been employed in the expression of sexuality, but basically they are two sides of the same coin. Legally, of course, erotica has some sort of artistic merit, whereas pornography is there merely as a means of arousal. But let’s face it, some people can get turned on by staring a photograph of a pair of shoes, so the lines are utterly blurred and definitions are meaningless.
Bunche: What sparked your personal interest in the genre?
Pilcher: I was first made aware of erotic comics when working in the now defunct Comic Showcase in London, England. We were selling Kate Worley and Reed Waller’s Omaha the Cat Dancer and Howard Chaykin’s Black Kiss sealed in plastic bags. During that time the wonderful Melinda Gebbie popped in from time to time and showed me pages from a new erotic comic series she’d started called Lost Girls, back around 1990, written by Alan Moore. Years later I read and excellent article Alan wrote on the history of pornography for Arthur magazine and that got me thinking about the genre in comics. I did some research and was amazed to find the last English language book written on the subject was Maurice Horn’s Sex in The Comics way back in 1985. I couldn’t believe that no one had explored this subject area for over 20 years, particularly as the explosion in erotic comics and the Eros line happened after Horn’s book came out. So, I would say that Alan Moore was one of the primary inspirations for the two volumes of EROTIC COMICS: A GRAPHIC HISTORY, and that’s why it was such an honor to get him to write the foreword to the second book.
Bunche: What motivates the human interest in viewing images of sexuality?
Pilcher: The same motivation that drives humans to have sex, or as popular science author Richard Dawkins calls it, “the selfish gene.” We are driven to procreate as much as possible, regardless of population explosions and food shortages; it’s not a rational thought process. I think we are part of a small selection of animals on the planet that have elevated procreation into a recreational activity and thanks to advances in medicine and contraception, it’s one with far fewer repercussions than just 50 years ago. It’s an age-old saying that men think about sex every couple of minutes, so the desire for sexual imagery has mostly come from males. Of course, this heightened interest in sex isn’t necessarily healthy. We now see overt and covert sexual imagery on TV, in magazines, billboards, cinema, food packaging… everywhere, mostly to sell a product of some sort. Sex + cola = massive sales, and whatnot. This has had the adverse effect of influencing younger people, who are emotionally unequipped for it, to have sex earlier and earlier, and who feel massive pressure to live up to certain—unrealistic—sexual and physical ideals, which is starting to have worrying repercussions for society as a whole.
Bunche: How do you feel erotic comics have evolved since the days of the early, illegal porn comics known as “Tijuana Bibles?”
Pilcher: Well, apart from the obvious points of better printing and paper quality, improved art and more space and thought given over to actual storylines, I think the sheer diversity of erotic comics is what strikes me these days. There are comics to cater for every fetish and sexual proclivity imaginable, from relatively tame heterosexual threesomes, to gay, bi, lesbian, transgender stories covering rubber bondage orgies, to uncomfortable rape fantasies and scat play. Basically, if someone’s been aroused by it, it’s a safe bet that someone’s created an erotic comic about it. Although, I haven’t see any ‘furries’ comics myself, but I’m sure they’re out there!” (Note for those in the dark: “furries” are folks who dress in animal costumes for the purpose of sexual adventuring. As for “scat play,” feel free to look that one up for yourselves.-Bunche)
Bunche: What sets apart the expression of erotic content in comics as opposed to any other medium?
Pilcher: What sets erotic comics apart from any other type of erotica are the same strengths that comics have over novels, photographs, or films. That’s to say you can have a rich storyline, which is intelligent, erotic and intriguing. Of course there’s a lot of dross out there—and there has been, ever since the earliest Tijuana Bibles were scribbled down—but the potential for sophisticated porn in comics is greater than the DVD or mens’ magazine industry. Erotic comics blend prose and imagery and thus make erotic graphic novels appealing to heterosexual couples, as the books satisfy the visual stimulus for men while providing the text, story and character development that women find more arousing. Also the fact that the stories are drawn means that women aren’t intimidated—as much—by surgically enhanced porn actresses, a major turn-off for many women I’ve spoken to. Plus, it takes imagination to fill in the gaps between panels and the story can proceed at the reader’s rate, rather than that of a director dictating pace in a film. Comics feel less voyeuristic and more intimate somehow, probably because we can get inside the minds of the characters and share their fantasies. Moreover, there is no uncomfortable feeling that any of the participants have been coerced into making this erotica, as it has come purely from the imagination of the artist straight on to the page. No one is psychologically damaged or harmed in the making of an erotic comic, unlike much of the fairly nefarious Hollywood porn industry. Of course, how the erotic graphic novel affects the viewer is an entirely different subject. I do think there are some creators who have gone too far and their work is verging on the insidious, however, as the old saying goes, “I may not agree with what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”
Bunche: What is the goal of your books?
Pilcher: The goal of the books is to shine a light on an area of comics that hasn’t had a critical eye cast over it for the last 20 years. While I wish I could have gone more in-depth with my analysis, it would take an academic book to do that and mine is more of a road sign to start people off on a journey of self-discovery. There are plenty of dead ends, potholes and police roadblocks along the path, but the journey, rather than the destination, is worth taking as it gives a fuller picture to the sequential medium that we love so much. Almost every comic creator has made an attempt at creating erotica at some point—some more successfully than others—whether as private commissions or by producing full graphic novels, and even Jack Kirby tried (and failed)! To ignore erotic comics is to ignore an important part of the history of the medium.
Bunche: How do American erotic comics differ from those created elsewhere?
Pilcher: I think American erotic comics are fast catching up with Europe and Japan, where the genre has been covered in this medium extensively since the late 1960’s. Generally, Americans (on the surface) are still much more prudish than their European cousins. I was in Angouleme and there were lots of couples coming up to the stand and looking at the erotic graphic novels together with no embarrassment whatsoever. I think that aspect of “shame” is still palpable in the US and it’s this I’d like to see disappear. Adults should be able to enjoy erotica and erotic comics without fear, guilt or shame.
Bunche: Why is this stuff often considered offensive or “forbidden?”
Pilcher: Throughout history there has always been a deep-rooted hypocrisy about open sex and sexuality. There have been periods when certain acts or proclivities have been made illegal and other periods where it was perfectly acceptable; homosexuality was accepted in ancient Greece and Rome, yet until the second half of the 20th Century it was illegal in the UK. Of course, Church and State have always tried to stamp down on expressions of sexuality (a war that’s as winnable as the ones on terror and drugs) and have constantly introduced oppressive legislation to prevent erotic creativity, often under the guise of “protecting the children.” And don’t get me started on how the Catholic Church “protects” children. The fact is that sexual politics is something that has been used throughout history to criticize and topple regimes and it makes governments nervous. Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for them, their laws are often so wide-reaching that they are, more often than not, unenforceable, as seen by numerous court cases such as the infamous Lady Chatterley’s Lover case in the UK in 1960, in which the prosecution famously asked, “would you let your wife and servants read this?” revealing the class distinction of the repressive hypocrisy left over from the Victorian era. Also, the UK Customs battles with Knockabout Comics in the 1990s, helped reveal the pointlessness of trying to censor what adults can and can’t read. The state lost all these cases. In fact, there are very few cases that the CBLDF—the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund—has lost in the USA, highlighting that once the initial outrage and publicity has died down, most cases are dropped by the prosecution, wasting thousands of US taxpayers’ money. The majority of volume 2 focuses on how censorship of erotic comics has been used as an excuse to introduce new and insidious laws that undermine the basic human right of the freedom of expression and speech. Now, more than ever, we need to secure these rights, which are under threat.
Bunche: Is there any one artist, post-Tijuana Bibles, whose work could be considered “ground zero” for the erotic comics genre?
Pilcher: It’s difficult to pinpoint a specific artist who was solely responsible for the rise of erotic comics. In my books I point out that it’s been more a war of attrition with each artist and writer creating the right work for that point in time; Crumb and S. Clay Wilson in the Sixties, Milo Manara in the Eighties, Franco Saudelli and Giovanna Cassotto in the Nineties, all played key roles. I think the formation of Fantagraphics’ Eros Comix line was another huge leap forward and saw companies like NBM move into erotica with their Amerotica and Eurotica lines. Will Elder and Harvey Kurtzman’s Little Annie Fanny and Frederic Mullally and Ron Embleton’s Oh, Wicked Wanda! in Playboy and Penthouse are important landmarks. So I wouldn’t say it was one individual, but rather a gathering of brave artists, writers and publishers willing to expand the genre and push the medium in new directions.
Bunche: Some people find themselves highly aroused by erotic comics — a certain ex-girlfriend comes to mind — whereas other explicit media does not appeal to them. Any thoughts on this?
Pilcher: I think erotic comics managed to straddle an area whereby there is just enough material to still arouse, without everything being explicitly laid out for the reader (although some do). Plus, most modern, mainstream visual pornography is created for men, so it only shows what arouses men (stylized, cosmetically enhanced blonde bimbos) and this consequently turns women off. Erotic comics are ultimately about stories that fire the imagination. This has appeal to both men and women, as they can transpose themselves into those scenarios. With a DVD the viewer is a passive observer, but with a comic the reader is drawn into the story. After all, the largest sex organ is the brain.
EROTIC COMICS: A GRAPHIC HISTORY-FROM TIJUANA BIBLES TO UNDERGROUND COMIX is currently available and EROTIC COMICS 2: A GRAPHIC HISTORY-FROM THE LIBERATED '70S TO THE INTERNET will be released on March 2nd.