1990: Clive Barker’s Night Breed

Clive Barker’s Night Breed (1990) #1-25
by too many people to even try to summarise

OK, this one nearly broke me. It’s not that these comics are, on the whole, that much worse than most comics: It’s that there’s no direction, no point, no charm, no character to these comics. It took me four days to get through these 25 issues just because I would find constantly find doing something, anything else than reading these more interesting.

So whatever I have to say about these issues will be even less er insightful than normal, because in the passing of time, I’ve probably forgotten everything I was going to say.

Let’s do a quick recap: In 1990, Clive Barker was hot shit. He’d made two low budget movies that had made a boatload of money; his Books of Blood were genuinely new and fresh takes on the moribund horror genre; and adapting his work was keeping Eclipse Comics alive, and making new series made on his work was highly successful for Epic.

Then 20th Century Fox gave him a larger budget (but not a large budget) to make a proper movie, and that was the end of his golden period: It bombed at the box office, and no critics liked it, either. He was given another opportunity five years later with Lord of Illusion, with much the same result. He’s never made a movie since.

But when this series was started, everything was hunky dory in Barker-land, and we start off with four issues that adapt the movie itself. Both Alan Grant and John Wagner (the writers) are solid, and I like Jim Baikie’s artwork.

But… Baikie on a Clive Barker horror adaptation? Baikie draws lanky, attractive, slightly stiff figures… which means that he’s not somebody I would have thought anybody thinking of when talking about Barker.

But I mean… It does kinda work? It’s more thriller-ey than horrifying.

He has a very limited repertoire of faces, which makes some things slightly confusing, but his other qualities make up for it. It’s a pretty good adaptation, and if I recall the plot of the movie, they basically cover it all without feeling rushed.

So topical!

The problem is, of course, that the movie sucks, and there’s not that much this comic book version can do about that. It’s about hillbillies fighting declassé monsters, and there’s no charm, no interest, no humour, no nothing.

Look at all this character motivation. Look at it!

Nightbreed, like most Epic comics, is well-printed, but there’s occasional fuck-ups like this.

Oh the morality.

But, OK, the adaptation is a fine start to the series. It moves along briskly, and it’s pretty exciting, even if it’s hard to care all that much.

But then we come to the bits that spin out of the series, and we get a revolving cast of writers and artists. Well, Chichester is the writer for the first dozen issues, but the artists seldom last for more than an issue. Which is just plain strange for a somewhat high-profile gig like this.

But what’s the series going to be about? In the movie, the monsters’ home was blown up, so there’s a diaspora, and Boone is going to find them a new holy land; and meanwhile there’s these monsters that are… worse than the other monsters? So we get fighting between the groups? All the while everybody’s killing the humans?

You can just read the page above. I think that explains the concept.

In issue six, they stop calling it an adaptation of the script.

And, oh boy. Is it ever not adapted from the screenplay.

It’s more like Gremlins 2? The monsters are now happy-go-lucky assholes who go around terrorising people. Even over the phone.

If there’s anything further from the feel of Nightbreed, the movie, it’s this. Which might perhaps be a good thing, since the movie isn’t any good, but this is … awful.

Does it? Does it really!?

What’s even more annoying than the unfunny jokes and the plots that make no difference is the artist merry-go-round. Characters look wildly different from issue to issue, and much of the artwork looks rushed and ugly. Mark Nelson above.

“The fact of the matter is”… Have you ever noticed than when people lie, they have a tendency to say “actually” or “in fact”. So, yeah, sure, when the book was “conceptualized” they did mean for it to have a different artist every issue. Sure.

But this does mean that we sometimes do get some very nice artwork indeed, like this issue from Mark Texeira. The pages toward the end of the issue does look rather rushed, though.

And this is kinda fun, I guess? Dan Lawlis and John Rheume, possibly. It’s really, really bad action comics, though, but you can basically make out what’s happening. (And, yes, that woman with the tongue somehow dies from having it shortened a bit.)

They don’t just change artists between issues, but in the space of one issue, too.

So I have no idea who this is by.

This has a certain something, I think?

Packaged with Dirt Magazine!? Aimed at young men…

After Chichester leaves, the storyline (as it was, and it wasn’t a lot) totally disintegrates, and we get some issues of random monsters and then some more plot, and then it turns out that all the plot had happened in a crossover with Hellraiser called Jihad. A very Marvel move: Making the big plot points happen somewhere else.

Anyway, this means that you can bring in writers like Larry Wachowski for an issue, and it’s the most disgusting issue in the series. In a good way.

The letters are mostly positive, but we’re promised that Barker does supervise the storylines.

Tony Harris’ artwork certainly has some stark qualities, but doing fight scenes is not one of them.

Colleen Doran is roped in to do the pencils on two issues, and as much as I like Doran, this is pretty er ropey work. Perhaps it’s the inker, but this is probably the worst stuff Doran has ever done.

No touchy the Baphomet! Oh, right, spoilers: This scene is the climactic resolution to an epic storyline of etc etc. Yeah, it’s boring.

I like what Max Douglas is doing here, what with the spattering and the lines and stuff.

But this shifting-focus thing is less sucessful.

Then we’re at the home stretch! Two issues to go, and … we spend the last-to-final issue getting a recap of everything that’s happened before?!

And then the final issue starts with several pages of newspaper cuttings!? (Oh, and we’re told that the circulation of the book is about 20K.)

I think this panel sums up the final issue: We do get a resolution to the entire er plot, as it is, but it happens so quickly as to feel like a *thud*.

And then we find out the reason why: The wrap-up was supposed to be five issues, but everything had to be squeezed into a single issue, because the book had been cancelled.

Larry Stark writes in Amazing Heroes #178, page 93

Nightbreed opened in a moviehouse
half the distance to my local comics
shop two days before the first issue of
the comic arrived on the shelves.
Since the title had already been de-
layed for months, I was to see
the flick before reading the book since
I had seen two newspaper reviews—
one that loved, one that hated it. But
I’m not spending six or seven bucks
to review a comic! Besides, it stands
on its own or it doesn’t, right?
Well, in this case it doesn’t. After
reading through the first issue, I
remembered some things from those
reviews that made more sense of the
comic than anyone uould have had
from the pages themselves. In other
words, if I’d seen the movie, I would
have understood the comic. Since I
hadn’t, everything came very quickly
and sketchily. Things happen in this
comic so swiftly and with so little
preparation that, apparently, the
creators expect that anyone paying
$1.95 are only hoping to be reminded
of the flick they’ve already seen.
And if you have, why bother?

[…]

Jim Baikie’s “art” .is garishly col-
ored on slick paper, but it has the look
of illustrated film in every frame, and
not always well-chosen frames at that.
At least there are backgrounds in most
panels, and I suppose IEople who have
seen the flick will be reminded of
scenes which must have much more
punch on screen than they have here.

Some (or all?) of these comics have been reprinted in a hardcover series called Clive Barker’s Nightbreed Archive. I couldn’t find any reviews of them.

1990: Stalkers

Stalkers (1990) #1-12
by Jan Strnad, Mark Verheiden, Mark Texeira, Val Mayerik and others

This is a newsstand-distributed Epic series, which was slightly unusual: Most of them went to the direct market only, but I guess the premise here looked like it could have some success on the newsstand. But this means that this is printed on newsprint, and that it has a Comics Code “seal of authority” on the cover.

The first issue drops us right into the action, and there’s a lot going on. That’s how to do a new series: First show us that it’s going to be fun, and then, perhaps later give us some backstory. If ever.

Oh, right: This is a newsstand book, so it has All The Ads. There’s only ~19 story pages per issue; the rest is ads and Stan’s Soapbox and stuff. And I think it’s slightly incongruous seeing ads like these in a book that’s all about killing terrorists and stuff, but whatevs.

This is an action book, but it’s got plenty of tongue-in-cheek (I didn’t say who’s cheeks) humour in here. “Oh my god… Teamsters.”

I do really like Texeira’s artwork. It’s kinda… Neal Adams via Bill Sienkiewicz? Or perhaps just Bill Sienkiewicz. It’s great action storytelling, I think.

The writing initially starts off very modern, with different voices and chaos and stuff, but it seems to have arrived at the language it uses more by accident by design. So there’s a lot of inconsistencies: We get a bunch of first person narration, but then we shift to third person, and then to omniscient narrator for a page or two, and then there’s the bit where we get second person present tense for three pages. It feels a bit haphazard. Or perhaps they were just having fun.

Oh, right. Archie Goodwin had left Epic, and this is Stan Lee’s farewell. Well, that’s nice.

The stakes are pretty high in the first two issues: We have terrorist teamsters threatening to blow up Detroit (because of Japanese cars) with nuclear bombs. And there’s the privately owned (and franchised) security organisations Stalkers, Inc, trying to stop that from happening. Meanwhile one of the Stalkers is reconnecting with his ex-girlfriend, and it turns out that he has a son (who’s also a Stalker) and it’s all very tense and

OK, SPOILERS.

Then Detroit is blown up and everybody we’d come to know over the first two issues dies.

Well, that’s one way to start a new series!

Pretty audacious.

So the next issue, it’s a brand new cast of characters. The plot continues on, though, with the other Stalker franchises being employed to track down the other nuclear arms. I think. Things sometimes get a bit vague.

The next half-dozen issues also have a pretty strange structure: There’s basically two concurrent Stalkers serials running in each issue, with about nine pages worth of each. One serial is by Verheiden and Texeira, while the other is by Strnad and Val Mayerik. The serials don’t really affect each other much.

I guess this is a way to cut down on the work needed from each artist on a monthly comic, but it sure is odd. It also means that they pack a lot of story into each nine page chapter.

I like Mayerik’s artwork. He’s got a pretty interesting, gritty thing going for him, and the storytelling is super clear. I guess I’ve been sorta-kinda following him ever since back when he worked with Steve Gerber on various Marvel things…

And then they lose the Comics Code. Was this something Marvel did line-wide? Hm… no, according to Wikipedia, Marvel kept the code until 2001, so I guess they decided they no longer wanted it on this book.

It’s a very late-80s book. The villains are evil businessmen, and Dan Quayle is president.

There’s some yawn-worthy christian stuff going on in Strnad’s serial, but it’s otherwise quite readable.

After the Comics Code was dropped, there’s a distinct drop in the number of ads in the book. As they didn’t increase the number of story pages, we get more of these “design” pages.

It’s not like the Stalkers are good guys, either: Here we have them killing people protesting dolphin deaths.

With the eight issue, Mayerik takes over the art for the entire issue, but the two-part structure continues on, with Verheiden and Strnad writing their own stuff.

I thought that that couldn’t possible work, and it didn’t: Issue ten has fill-in artists (Mike Parobeck and Chris Ivy here). It’s fine, but I’d prefer Mayerik.

Yeah! The good kind of music!

Mayerik does the art on final two by himself, and it looks kinda rushed and more rough than he usually does. Still has somewhat intriguing layouts.

In the final issue, both serials are wrapped off satisfyingly enough, but it does feel rushed. So my guess would be that they didn’t get much advance notice on the cancellation. But, hey, for all I know this could have been planned as a twelve issue series. If so: bad planning.

In my opinion, this is a surprisingly good real. It’s good a pretty fun concept, the storytelling is way better than average, and both Texeira and Mayerik are solid artists.

The only think I’m confused about is whether the name is supposed to be pronounced like in the Tchaikovsky film or not.

Leonard S Wong writes in Amazing Heroes #179, page 86

[…]

But what did interest
me about the book was the fact that
the series’ writers and creators are Jan
Strnad and Mark Verheiden.
Prior to this collaboration, both
men have individually created and
written intelligent series involving
military settings—Strnad has given us
the very enjoyable Dalgoda stories,
and Verheiden’s received critical and
commercial acclaim with the more
recent Aliens, Predator and American
titles. So you think that a comic
with stories by both of these writers
would be really good.
Well, it’s not.
The Comics Code seal and Spider-
Man face on the cover was a tip-off.
A gritty dystopian vision chock-a-
block full of terrorists and mercenar-
ies can’t possibly get past the Comics
Code unless of course, you water it
down so it reads like a cross between
G.l. JOE and The Punisher. The
originality found in the writers’ earlier
works is nowhere to be seen here.
Instead, we get to watch Mark and Jan
play cliche games with their toy sol-
diers. This comic is little more than
22 pages of testosterone on parade.
Since this review was already late,
I decided to hang onto it until Stalkers
#2 came out, to see if it was an im-
provement over the first issue. It
wasn’t. Sorry for the delay.

Others disagree:

Stalkers is of the latter kind; there’s never really any doubt that it’s a satire. What makes it brilliant, however, is the fact that it’s not only a satire, it’s a fairly prescient look at where society was heading in 1990 and where we find ourselves today. It’s amazing how much Strnad and Verheiden get right, or at least close, to how society would look in the near future.

[…]

The first two issues are staggeringly good, the rest are very clever and fairly intense, and Stalkers deserves a look, especially if you’re a fan of the original RoboCop and other prescient satires. It’s just that good!

It’s never been collected or reprinted, which is a shame, but a 13th issue was published in 2005.