Comic people on Frank Miller's rant

[RickL]

Read it!

[Chespirito]

This reminds me of a Mexican movie called "El Bulto." In this movie, the main character is a radical socialist idealist in the 60s who is an avid communist idealist who went into a coma after being hit in the head diring a protest. Anyways, to make a long story short, he woke up 25 years later. He quickly recovered after a few short months. The thing is, he was Disgusted with his friends and kids.. He stayed in the same mindframe...

 

What was interesting... His friends said they "grew up" and "matured".. But in his eyes, they "sold out"

 

 

Makes you wonder about your earlier or later self.

 

Or: It's easy to be a rebel when you're poor.

It's like having a chitty car, you can spray paint it, put mud on it, put stupid asz bumperstckers all over it, and put your beers on the hood when you're chilling on your yard... Fast forward years later when you save up for your new sedan, are you really going to put the "Asz, grass, or gas.. Nobody rides for free" sticker, which you thought was soo cool, on your brand new Lexus?

Even in high school, many kids generally think that Political mainstream Is lame, the problem is that going against mainstream is mainstream

[goldust40]

He gazed up at the enormous face. Thirty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the menacing scowl, drunken tirades, inferior latter work and dreadful film direction. Oh cruel, needless misunderstanding! Oh stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Frank Miller.

 

 

[Chespirito]

He gazed up at the enormous face. Thirty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the menacing scowl, drunken tirades, inferior latter work and dreadful film direction. Oh cruel, needless misunderstanding! Oh stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Frank Miller.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[TupennyConan]

Read it!

 

I suspect I might read it in the next year or two. I doubt I can go wrong with Moore as recommended by the folks in the thread & my PM buddy. Turn of the century London alone is a draw for me, I reckon. Jeff has supplied a litany of other suitable interests. I’ll offer some explanation of what I mean when I say I object to murder stories. In the past I have given From Hell no thought as I suspected it to be just another lingering view of a serial killer at work -- a tale of true crime a la In Cold Blood. Capote sort of gave us the genre; which as I get older, I consider more & more to be an obscenity. My tolerance for violence isn’t anything like it once was. As I’m writing this I am listening to the local radio news reports. A story came on about a local murder. I was disquieted by the circumstances being described & had to mute my computer. My wife & I sat down to watch a movie this past Saturday night. I watch very few movies. There was nothing of interest to me on the cable order-up listings. Then I saw the James Cameron production Sanctum & elected it with the expectation that it would offer beautiful views of ultra-exotic cave diving. It turned into a standard disaster movie with the characters dying one after another by some brutal misadventure in the cave. I grimaced & scoffed at the film & mostly scrolled through internet pages on my phone. I kept saying ‘This is just angry & unpleasant.’ My wife says I’m too sensitive. She may be right. I’m not certain what has happened to me but I have visceral reactions, negative reactions to this stuff more & more. In addition to that, I don’t see much merit in it & therefore am beginning to view it all as obscenity. The murders as story elements in Crime & Punishment or The Stranger are not the same as the murder I am discussing. We all should know the distinction. I don’t know how Moore treats the subject. I know how Miller would have. I read the first Sin City books years ago & felt a nascent repulsion of the type I’m describing. I wouldn’t consider rereading Sin City now or ever. Check it out, I have written a friggin essay on my handheld. Why did I do that?

[TupennyConan]

He gazed up at the enormous face. Thirty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the menacing scowl, drunken tirades, inferior latter work and dreadful film direction. Oh cruel, needless misunderstanding! Oh stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Frank Miller.

 

 

Nice.

[Chespirito]

You wrote a freakin a prose-style poetic essay on the life and times of Frank Miller to minimize his works and contemplate your change in taste over time... On your cell phone?!!!

 

 

Interesting posts today

[TupennyConan]

In addition to that, I prefer Miller over Moore. Figure that out.

[Chespirito]

In addition to that, I prefer Miller over Moore. Figure that out.

I admire both writers, and do not care for the current smack talking that has flooded the boards over the past weeks... Whether their time "passed" or not, their work is good and it will always be there for us to enjoy...

[TupennyConan]

In addition to that, I prefer Miller over Moore. Figure that out.

I admire both writers, and do not care for the current smack talking that has flooded the boards over the past weeks... Whether their time "passed" or not, their work is good and it will always be there for us to enjoy...

 

I think it healthy & appropriate for one to be willing & able to find valid reasons to ridicule one's most cherished heroes.

 

Shakespeare was a fairly petty guy & a poor family man, according to the history we have.

[Chespirito]

In addition to that, I prefer Miller over Moore. Figure that out.

I admire both writers, and do not care for the current smack talking that has flooded the boards over the past weeks... Whether their time "passed" or not, their work is good and it will always be there for us to enjoy...

 

I think it healthy & appropriate for one to be willing & able to find valid reasons to ridicule one's most cherished heroes.

 

Shakespeare was a fairly petty guy & a poor family man, according to the history we have.

I do.... Didn't I just say his yellow teeth were nasty?... Eeew

[TupennyConan]

In addition to that, I prefer Miller over Moore. Figure that out.

I admire both writers, and do not care for the current smack talking that has flooded the boards over the past weeks... Whether their time "passed" or not, their work is good and it will always be there for us to enjoy...

 

I think it healthy & appropriate for one to be willing & able to find valid reasons to ridicule one's most cherished heroes.

 

Shakespeare was a fairly petty guy & a poor family man, according to the history we have.

I do.... Didn't I just say his yellow teeth were nasty?... Eeew

 

They call it French kissing & not Brit kissing for a reason.

[Chespirito]

[goldust40]

He gazed up at the enormous face. Thirty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the menacing scowl, drunken tirades, inferior latter work and dreadful film direction. Oh cruel, needless misunderstanding! Oh stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Frank Miller.

 

 

Nice.

 

I thought it was clever.

 

(It's a parody of the last paragraph of Orwell's 1984).

[TupennyConan]

Nice was a compliment!

 

Post the Orwell paragraph.

[goldust40]

Here it is, with the preceding one that sets the scene. Still gives me the chills, over 35 years after I first read it....

 

The voice from the telescreen was still pouring forth its tale of prisoners and booty and slaughter, but the shouting outside had died down a little. The waiters were turning back to their work. One of them approached with the gin bottle. Winston, sitting in a blissful dream, paid no attention as his glass was filled up. He was not running or cheering any longer. He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The longhoped-for bullet was entering his brain.

 

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

 

[Comicopolis]

Everyone raves about Watchmen, and so do I, but Moore's greatest work is From Hell. It's one of the finest pieces of literature I have ever read, period.

 

+1 Totally agree. Absolutely brilliant.

 

Transplant, meet Straw Man. Straw Man, meet Transplant.

 

 

We should all chip in and send RickL some Dostoyevsky, Camus & Orwell.

I'll have the Camus thanks, but I've got the others and have read them. Orwell quite frequently. The murder scene in Crime and Punishment was a real nail biter. You should check it out. It certainly shares some themes with From Hell. Plus it's a superman story. And then there's the rat face cage in 1984.

 

Everyone raves about Watchmen, and so do I, but Moore's greatest work is From Hell. It's one of the finest pieces of literature I have ever read, period.

 

+1 Totally agree. Absolutely brilliant.

 

Transplant, meet Straw Man. Straw Man, meet Transplant.

If you say so. Mea culpa, as I guess at least 1 person said it.

I said it and would have leapt in and said it again if I wasn't in my bed sleeping soundly. The depth of the social portrait in From Hell transcends anything else I can think of in comics. Only time will tell, but I'd be prepared to bet that From Hell will be read far into the future. Not to mention analysed, dissected and adulated. Not everyone likes Dickens or Lawrence either, me included, but that's not the point.

 

Exactly.

[cd4ever]

The thing with Alan Moore is he is such an inventive and eloquent writer he could write an essay on how to tie a shoelace and it would be impressive in some regard.

[Davenport]

The thing with Alan Moore is he is such an inventive and eloquent writer he could write an essay on how to tie a shoelace and it would be impressive in some regard.

Their styles seem so vastly different, Moore being literary and Miller cinematic. I could see arguing Moore vs. Gaiman, or even Miller vs. Mignola. But debating Moore vs. Miller seems pointless, other than their works both use the comic book medium.

[dover]

I bought, read, & still own all the Bendis DD books. It was a great run.

 

I reread the Miller DD run in the Omnibus format at roughly the same time. While it is a classic of my youth, that run comes down to one issue: 181.

 

I need to reread Born Again.

 

 

What about 191?

And seriously. Born Again.

Best thing Frank has ever done.

 

191; best stand alone story.

 

It is a comic I actually give to people to read.