I hadn’t heard of or seen Barbara Loden until today, when catching Wild River on the Movies! channel. My fault for having never watched Splendor in the Grass. I’m ambivalent about Elia Kazan, who directed both of those movies. He named names in testimony before the House Un-American Activities Committee. Kazan, old enough to be Loden’s father, must have had a thing for her, because they were married in 1967.
Loden’s self-made independent movie Wanda, about the rough life of a working class woman, has been hailed since its premiere in 1970. It’s available on the Criterion Channel, but I haven’t watched it yet. You can watch it here until when or if it’s yanked off of YouTube.
Wally Wood considered himself to be the world’s second best comic book artist, behind Jack Kirby. I would also place him as second best at inking Kirby next to Joe Sinnott, while noting that some other aficionados aren’t wrong in preferring Wally over Joe. (You know who you are!)
Mark Evanier says he has revised his own opinion of Wood inking Kirby.
As Mark says, Joe Sinnott decided he was putting too much of his own style on Kirby’s pencils. Especially the faces, as I heard Joe say more than once.
As was done at DC, Marvel would also put inkers with a lower page rate on their best-paid pencilers. Vince Colletta, who made his money on quantity more than quality, had a long run inking Jack on Thor. Stan, who proudly called The Fantastic Four “The World’s Greatest Comic Magazine,” took Vinnie off the title after his sub-par job on Annual #3, and paid Joe what he was worth to return, starting with issue #44.
Mark says, “They [DC] could have stolen Joe Sinnott away from Marvel but they didn’t want him.” By then, 1970, Joe had a contract with Marvel, and he wouldn’t have wanted to work for DC anyway. Their editors had a reputation for abusing talent, to the point of extorting kickbacks, although Carmine Infantino put an end to that practice, once he was in charge. Which brings up the story of Joe inking FF #5, only to stop working on issue #6 the same day that he began.
Joe’s working method was to ink pages from the bottom up. He’d put off inking the first page, aka the “splash,” until completing the other interior pages, saving the cover for last. Joe’s handiwork is seen only on the bottom 2/3 of page 2 in FF #6, with Dick Ayers taking over after that.
Joe had received a lucrative offer from Treasure Chest, the comic book publisher affiliated with the Catholic Church. It meant stopping his work for Stan, but with another mouth to feed in the house the offer was too good to turn down. (That “mouth” is currently recovering from a burst appendix. Get well soon!)
I can imagine how some DC editors — perhaps any of them — would have reacted to that. “You sonuffa b*tch! Who the !@#$% do you think you are, pulling a stunt like that? You’ll never work here again!” Joe had a taste of that sort of abuse when he told Colletta he could no longer be the ghost penciler for Vinnie’s Romance comics at Charlton.
So what did Stan do when Joe walked out and left him high and dry? Stan told Joe he understood and that he should do what was best for his family. Not only that, Joe was welcome to return to Marvel whenever he was ready, which of course he famously did. That was Stan “The Mensch” Lee.
Anyway, back to the actual subject of this post. A comic strip that resulted in Jack being treated very badly by DC. A few years ago, this book collected the complete run of daily comic strips for Sky Masters of the Space Force.
Distributed by a small syndicate, the feature was short-lived, and it came to a bad end, with Jack having to do the inking himself and him even being sued by DC editor Jack Schiff. But it got off to a fantastic start, with Wally inking Jack. Even if Wood was the world’s second best comic book artist, he was the acknowledged greatest of sci-fi comic book artists, making him the perfect choice to ink Sky Masters.
The Jack Kirby Museum & Research Center is launching its Kirby Museum Press with a follow-up Sky Masters volume, collecting all of the Sunday strips, in color. It’s being crowd-funded on Zoop, a sort of Kickstarter for comic books and related projects.
The two impatiens I repotted appear to be doing well together on the porch. As a young boy in Wisconsin, my parents had a greenhouse business. Perhaps I’m finally connecting with that part of my past.
On my Criterion Channel list is The Small Back Room, from 1949. It’s a lesser-known Powell/Pressburger movie, with the always sublime Kathleen Byron, that I have never watched. As I did for years with Gun Crazy, I’ve delayed watching Hour of Glory, as it’s known in America, because there can only be one first time for everything. Maybe you’ll watch it before I do.
The temperature is coming down, but it’s been just below freezing, so the snow is wet and heavy. “Heart attack snow” to shovel, for some middle-aged and older men who aren’t in good physical condition.
“The Hunters in the Snow” by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1565
[Last week was I going to publish this post about a joke by old-school stand-up comedian Shecky Greene, but then I put it off. Now I wish I had published it, while at the same time being glad I didn’t, because Shecky died today.]
It’s a perfect joke for multiple reasons:
It was based on an actual event
It’s very short, with a minimum of only ten words, maybe even nine
It requires a certain knowledge, albeit dated, but perfect for its intended Las Vegas audience
It’s self-deprecating while also sticking it to someone else
It isn’t dirty and there’s no swearing.
It’s funny in a way that could have made management uncomfortable
The joke:
Frank Sinatra saved my life…
He said, “that’s enough, boys.”