• The Spirit (November 10, 1940) “The Kiss of Death”

    Will Eisner (editor, script, pencils, inks)

    Joe Kubert (colors)

    Sam Rosen (letters)

    The Black Queen’s back again, this time fully in her supervillain period, wearing a skimpy outfit and a cape. Far cry from when she was a “notorious female mouthpiece.” But also a far cry from her scheming in the shadows to take over the city with an army of gangsters.

    Now she’s just seducing men, getting them to betray their employers (and wives), then killing them for good measure. With killer lipstick, something Commissioner Dolan really should figure out before the last page of the strip.

    It’s mostly an action strip. After some setup with Black Queen and the connection between her victims, Spirit starts chasing her, and then there are only occasional interruptions to their action sequences. They have a big showdown on a bridge, with Eisner and studio getting to do a lot with the angles not to mention the actual fisticuffs (or whatever the equivalent since Spirit doesn’t want to hit a lady).

    While Black Queen becoming a supervillain is certainly a surprise character development (especially since her plotting has downshifted from robbing the federal reserve to robbing a jeweler), the strip’s got so many great moments one doesn’t slow down to think it through especially since there’s so much humor running through it.

    One of Dolan’s cops is convinced—always—the Spirit has done it. So every once in a while, someone will have to remind him, but no, it’s obviously not the Spirit. But the recurring humor gag works, especially once it’s clear they’re not giving it up just because Spirit didn’t do it.

    There’s also some “Spirit invents” this strip, with suction cup shoes playing into the chase sequence at one point. Again, despite Black Queen putting on a leather bikini, a cape, and some stilettos—it’s a great kitchen sink of Spirit. There’s personality from Dolan (contending with his dimmer bulbs), Spirit getting in some banter, and a nice “first act” setting things up.

    And the art, obviously. The art’s so dang good. And the exposition’s working on getting witty, too.

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  • All-Star Comics (1976) #63

    Paul Levitz (assistant editor, script)

    Keith Giffen (layouts)

    Wally Wood (pencils, inks)

    Al Sirois (inks)

    Carl Gafford (colors)

    Ben Oda (letters)

    Joe Orlando (editor)

    Paul Levitz takes over the full writing gig, no longer only dialoguing from a plot, and… well, at least there’s not all the misogyny. Otherwise, there’s not much improvement. It’s definitely somewhat different—we get lots of heroes standing around moping about how they can’t possibly be heroes when there’s so much against them. Dr. Mid-Nite quits, and so does someone else (who’s quit at least once before in All-Star, with Levitz using it for the same story beat again). And the whole thing is supposed to be about how Dr. Fate’s on death’s door.

    If only there were a deus ex machina to resolve it. Unexpectedly, it comes a page after filler about Green Lantern and the Flash being in Egypt—at Fate’s subconscious request—to find a cure. There’s also a silly bit with Flash making fun of “mystics,” even though Dr. Fate’s a literal sorcerer and Green Lantern has a magic ring. It’s not so much the internal logic of All-Star not making sense, it’s Levitz not even acknowledging it should.

    The issue opens with a big fight scene involving Hawkman, Wildcat, Solomon Grundy, and the Fiddler. The Fiddler has brainwashed Wildcat into beating Hawkman to death. Despite the promises he’s killed him, Hawkman is, in fact, fine. The exposition goes on and on about Wildcat’s fatal fists, but apparently, he didn’t do much actual damage. As the fight resolves, we find out in addition to Wildcat misunderstanding how killing Hawkman (or anyone) works, we find out the JSA has been operating under the assumption Superman and Power Girl are dead from last issue.

    They are not.

    Wildcat then makes it sound like they just let Superman do all the actual work and wait to see what he’s come up with. With all these heroics on display, what can the rest of the issue hold? Not much aside from the aforementioned moping about not being heroic like in the old days, some oddly static fight scenes (with nice detail from Wally Wood, just not a lot of energy).

    The various stakes of the issue—including the supervillains trying to kill the JSA—either get punted or resolved off-page. Hawkman’s “Real Men Could Save Their Wives” arc is another page-burner. Levitz hasn’t got any actual material, just gristle.

    The various setups for next time don’t promise much, either. More mysteries, more supervillain plotting, presumably the same contrived plotting.

    Levitz doesn’t distinguish himself as the solo writer yet. And doesn’t do anything to imply he will.

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  • The Spirit (November 3, 1940) “The Manly Art of Self Defense”

    Will Eisner (editor, script, pencils, inks)

    Joe Kubert (colors)

    Sam Rosen (letters)

    The splash page is Ellen Dolan with a black eye, reading The Manly Art of Self Defense. Given Ellen’s last appearance in the strip, it’s a sensational and not unconcerning opener. But it’ll all work out, with Self Defense possibly the best Spirit strip so far.

    We open in Wildwood Cemetery, Spirit running into the crypt, begging Ebony to hide him. Ebony wonders what could have the Spirit so scared… why, it’s just Ellen Dolan. She’s told the Spirit she loves him and he’s run away. She decides to catch a criminal to prove herself worthy of his attention.

    Except the criminal she goes to catch is dead, and an enforcer is just arriving to find her there. Luckily, the Spirit convinces the thug Ellen’s not the killer, except she then wants to identify herself as the commissioner’s daughter, which would complicate matters.

    The Spirit will eventually find the killer, defeat the gangsters, and generally save the day. Ellen will get that black eye. And, then, in the glorious last page, pay the shiner back in full. Along the way, there are multiple action and suspense sequences. The line work is gorgeous, as are all the shadowy panels. Eisner and studio really go for mood this strip and it pays off. They also play with color in the last action scene, setting it in the dark (blue), and it’s a dynamite visual. The Spirit’s got a lot of gangsters to get through before the day’ll be saved. The strip’s seven pages, not including the splash, and three of those pages are superlative. The flow between the panels, the change in angles and distance, the expressions, the fisticuffs… it’s all just fantastic.

    But what will put it over is how the strip deals with that first plot line—Spirit and Ellen—things have gotten a little more complicated and there’s not exactly a lot of time to wrap it. Still, Eisner leaves the couple’s relationship in a far more interesting place than it’s ever been before. And without being crappy to Ellen.

    Maybe minus her naïveté in going after the criminal at the beginning (the strip has forgotten she’s in school to be a criminal psychologist or whatever).

    Anyway.

    Manly’s a beautiful piece of work.

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  • All-Star Comics (1976) #62

    Gerry Conway (editor, plot)

    Paul Levitz (assistant editor, script)

    Keith Giffen (layouts)

    Wally Wood (pencils, inks)

    Al Sirois (inks)

    Carl Gafford (colors)

    Ben Oda (letters)

    Jack C. Harris (assistant editor)

    If the scripter weren’t Paul Levitz, I’d almost wonder if he were making fun of (plotter and editor) Gerry Conway’s take on All-Star to this point. JSA chairman Hawkman comes off like a dipshit; Superman is the only adult on Earth-Two, except maybe Hourman, who spends his guest appearance thinking about how unheroic superheroes have become.

    Because they’re acting like Conway’s still writing them.

    The issue opens with everyone trying to save Dr. Fate, who’s near death from last issue. They use Star-Spangled Kid’s cosmic rod on him while trying to play his internal monologue for his teammates to hear (or actually see). But all they discover is the Ankh, which reminds Green Lantern Dr. Fate’s big into Egypt and magic and stuff and maybe there’s a better way to save him than cosmic rod life support.

    Though at some point, Star-Spangled Kid will pass out off page and stop providing the life-maintaining energy, and presumably, Fate still doesn’t die. But we don’t spend any real time on it because Hawkman’s too busy being a dipshit.

    Hawkman sends Green Lantern and Flash to Egypt, tells everyone else to mind Dr. Fate, then heads home to get into bed with his good lady wife and maybe, just maybe, play around with the giant ancient Lemurian sorcerer he’s got encased in amber. Too bad the amber melted and the sorcerer kidnapped the good lady wife (and killed Hawkman’s treacherous assistant curator).

    At that point, Hawkman immediately sounds the all-JSA alarm—which did not go off in any of the issues where they were saving the actual planet Earth (two)—and recalls Superman to duty. They all meet up at headquarters, where Wildcat and Power Girl have been bickering, and Hourman has been embarrassed to be in a union suit with such unprofessionals.

    Hawkman then whines at the assembled heroes about them not caring enough about his kidnapped wife—one of them has the gall to point out Dr. Fate’s in trouble, too—before everyone just goes along with him. They go to Tokyo, where the sorcerer has Mrs. Hawkman in inter-dimensional suspended animation.

    The people of Tokyo are paralyzed and lying prone on the street. When the JSA arrives, Hawkman tells everyone to concentrate on what’s important—his wife—and ignore the civilians. Superman reminds them to do the opposite, actually.

    I don’t think Levitz is having a laugh at Conway’s expense. I think they’re still playing it straight. But good grief, they’re all a bunch of twerps except Superman and—so far—Housman.

    Interestingly, Levitz doesn’t continue Conway’s characterization of Power Girl as a vocal proponent for women’s lib. She’ll mouth off to the fellows, but Levitz plays it like she’s just a brat. He also makes sure the old men leer at her and talk about it.

    Speaking of old men… Golden Age Superman. Wally Wood—over Keith Giffen layouts—draws Superman like he’s got an almost static head shot every time. Still brings life to it, but it looks like he’s following some style guide from 1943. It’s a vibe.

    The issue moves well enough thanks to the energy in Giffen’s layouts and Wood’s contributions. It’s not like there’s a particularly high bar to clear for All-Star to make par.

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  • The Spirit (October 27, 1940) “Conscription Bill Signed”

    Will Eisner (editor, script, pencils, inks)

    Joe Kubert (colors)

    Sam Rosen (letters)

    It’s a good thing Spirit cleared his name since he needs Dolan’s official recommendation this strip.

    FDR has just signed the Selective Training and Service Act—a peacetime draft—and, being a good jingoist, the Spirit wants to sign up. He’s got some conditions, however. He doesn’t want to reveal his identity and he wants to be put to good use (based on his skills).

    The Army thinks he’ll make a good espionage agent, especially when the Spirit immediately uncovers a spy in the Army recruitment office. As a try-out for the Army, he roots out the rest of the spies, who call him “Americano” but also have guys named Adolf. Spirit still isn’t willing to be specific about which foreign powers are the baddies.

    The action’s pretty straightforward, with Spirit tracking the bad guys back to their hideout and taking them out. He’s got Ebony along for backup, so there’s some comedy action involving Ebony flying the autoplane and seeing trouble on the ground.

    Dolan’s particularly pissy about Spirit this strip. Dolan’s jealous about Spirit breaking all the big cases, a bit of character development Eisner’s had on a slow boil for a while now, though it never made sense when Dolan was lowkey protecting the Spirit from the rest of the police force.

    The jealousy just leads to banter—and whining—as the Army comes to realize having the Spirit on the payroll will work out, after all.

    While it’s an interesting attempt at being timely—though the draft was for twenty-one to forty-five and the Spirit says it’s just until thirty-five, so they needed some copy-editing—it’s also just propaganda. At times well-illustrated propaganda, to be sure, but there’s no oompf to the story.

    And Spirit mansplaining the United States being the only place on Earth where a man can live in freedom and peace to Ebony (thankfully in long shot in one of those pretty propaganda panels) is one hell of a flex.

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