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- May 5, 2015
Comics are fucking expensive today. They don't even look like comics anymore, but glossy graphic novel magazines. I remember buying comics for less than seventy-five cents which had 32 pages of story in them, maybe 24 pages for the main story and 8 for a short back up story, the kind they don't make anymore. Now, a typical comic has what, 20 pages of story in it and yet costs like four bucks. There's no time to tell a fucking story, so everything is dumbed down and feels condensed. Plus, they burn off some of those few precious pages with pointless splash panels that cover two pages! One comic I read had TWO of those! And that was back when I last bought comics, maybe eight years ago. The amount of story you get today isn't worth the money you have to spend unless you really, really love comics. And now they're having all this SJW bullshit being injected into them. On top of that, some of these #woke creators are outright telling the Old Guard who has been bleeding cash to keep the industry alive to go fuck off with their dinosaur ideas because social justice.
"There will never be another Fred Astaire," as the saying goes, and it goes equally well in comics today. The meaning behind that phrase isn't that nobody could ever dance at least as well as Fred Astaire, but that all of the Hollywood apparatus behind the scenes that helped shape and nurture Astaire's success and mystique no longer exists. The in-house musical departments, the public relations teams, the teams of knowledgeable musical comedy filmmakers, the choreographers, costumers, advertising departments, all of that stuff, it's all gone. There's no "factory" for movies anymore, so there's no support structure to create another Fred Astaire, no matter how talented a given dancer today may be.
Comics don't have the room in them to tell stories which justify the price on the cover. They're also no longer in regular corner drug stores like they used to be (where I remember once buying a Gold Key "Star Trek" for like twenty-five cents a very, very long time ago). This is a bad combination that has hurt the industry's market share in almost catastrophic ways. Plus, of course, the fact corporations have bought up the big houses, and now they just make comics as another "channel" of merchandise to gobble up more cash, and pay starvation wages to the people who make them. The greats who cared are all but gone. Editors, Writers, Pencillers, Inkers, Colorists, all of them, replaced by low-rent hacks pushing SJ. By driving the fans away with that crap, it will only hasten the end of the comic book.
So in comics, there will never be another Curt Swan, another George Perez, another Jack Kirby, another Will Eisner, another Gil Kane, another Dick Giordano, Stan Lee, Keith Geffen, Neal Adams, Mike Grell, Marv Wolfman, Roy Thomas, or Carl Barks.
And that makes me very sad.
"There will never be another Fred Astaire," as the saying goes, and it goes equally well in comics today. The meaning behind that phrase isn't that nobody could ever dance at least as well as Fred Astaire, but that all of the Hollywood apparatus behind the scenes that helped shape and nurture Astaire's success and mystique no longer exists. The in-house musical departments, the public relations teams, the teams of knowledgeable musical comedy filmmakers, the choreographers, costumers, advertising departments, all of that stuff, it's all gone. There's no "factory" for movies anymore, so there's no support structure to create another Fred Astaire, no matter how talented a given dancer today may be.
Comics don't have the room in them to tell stories which justify the price on the cover. They're also no longer in regular corner drug stores like they used to be (where I remember once buying a Gold Key "Star Trek" for like twenty-five cents a very, very long time ago). This is a bad combination that has hurt the industry's market share in almost catastrophic ways. Plus, of course, the fact corporations have bought up the big houses, and now they just make comics as another "channel" of merchandise to gobble up more cash, and pay starvation wages to the people who make them. The greats who cared are all but gone. Editors, Writers, Pencillers, Inkers, Colorists, all of them, replaced by low-rent hacks pushing SJ. By driving the fans away with that crap, it will only hasten the end of the comic book.
So in comics, there will never be another Curt Swan, another George Perez, another Jack Kirby, another Will Eisner, another Gil Kane, another Dick Giordano, Stan Lee, Keith Geffen, Neal Adams, Mike Grell, Marv Wolfman, Roy Thomas, or Carl Barks.
And that makes me very sad.
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