TheOneRing.net brings you speculation and spoilers, translated from a German source, as to what will appear on the Extended Edition DVD of The Return of the King.

I’m a little excited.

So with all this bad bloggin’ blood flowing around the Internet lately, I decided to go to the Brian Bendis message board and start a thread that would shed some light on the fact that comics blogs are actually pretty good. Here’s that thread. Enjoy!

Since you

How did AiT/PlanetLar head honcho Larry Young develop such a hard-on for bloggers?

(Larry’s own blog, which is exactly what it is, doesn’t have individual-entry permalinks, so check out the entry for March 10th. Link courtesy of Graeme McMillan.)

I don’t get it–it’s not like he’s a publisher people tear to pieces on a daily basis, like Marvel or DC or CrossGen. As far as AiT/PL books go, everyone seems to like True Story, Swear to God, and while Brian Wood’s work is somewhat polarizing, I feel like his hit-miss ratio as far as bloggers are concerned is pretty respectable. Compared to the treatment various bloggers have given Mark Millar, Chuck Austen, Lee Loughridge, Gary Groth, Matt Brady, “Jess Lemon,” Jeph Loeb, Craig Thompson, Joe Quesada, Mark Alessi, Tony Isabella, Brian Bendis, Bill Jemas, Warren Ellis, Grant Morrison, Dave Sim, Mike Dean, Kurt Busiek & George Perez, Seth, and so forth–not to mention other bloggers–Larry and his stable have gotten off comparatively easy.

I guess he was tangentially involved in that old blogosphere dust-up with James “The Comics Pimp” Sime, but reacting to that teapot-tempest in the fashion Larry has (if indeed that’s the impetus behind it) would be similar to someone on the other side of that argument deciding that because they disagreed with the point of view espoused by one retailer, all retailers are idiots. And that, of course, is just plain dumb (especially considering that even the retailer in question is himself not an idiot).

Finally, I suppose Larry could legitimately believe that the comics blogosphere as a whole isn’t any good, but that’s even dumber.

If the majority of comics bloggers really are such lousy writers, then there shouldn’t be much harm in Larry actually naming the bloggers he thinks are so bad, rather than continuing in this passive-aggressive vein.

Chris Allen sings the praises of the comics blogosphere. Alan David Doane doesn’t think he’s singing loud enough. La la la!

ADD also has a 5-Question interview with True Story, Swear to God creator Tom Beland. Beland was on the Comics Journal message board once or twice back in the day and rubbed me the wrong way (which is unsurprising, because as Evan Dorkin points out, that board brings out the absolute worst in absolutely everyone), but I really like his attitude as it comes across in this interview. Give it a read.

But hey–occasionally a nugget of value can drop from between the Journal messboard’s clenched cheeks. For example, board regular Chris Polkki will be editing a new anthology series for Fantagraphics, called Blood Orange. Marc Bell, Anders Nilssen, John Hankiewicz, Ron Rege Jr., Jeffrey Brown, and many more plan to contribute. Fanta has been seen as unnecessarily hostile to young alternative cartoonists–this title ought to go a long way toward putting that to rights. (Link courtesy of Egon, who really needs individual-entry permalinks.)

In a column about CrossGen’s attempt to get back on track, Steven Grant points out that its ostensibly superhero-free lineup is, of course, full of superheroes–“it was blatantly obvious to everyone they were.” Shhhhh–don’t tell Mike Dean!

(While I have your attention, can someone tell Comic Book Resources to put date-specific permalinks to each column within the column itself?)

The Pulse interviews Incredible Hulk writer Bruce Jones. It’s a surprisingly in-depth look at Jones’s thoughts about his work on the series.

Bill Sherman reads and reviews about forty million comics, so you don’t have to!

Finally, holy crap–Enid Coleslaw is an anagram for Daniel Clowes! Did everyone else know this but me? Seriously, I never would have noticed that on my own. Thank you, Guy Leshinski! (Link courtesy of Kevin Melrose.)

Oh, hey, my blogroll over there has undergone some serious updating over the past couple-three weeks, including some new additions today. Get yrself acquainted with some of the terrific sites listed therein.

One of which, by the way, is a new blog by military historian and American Warblogger Idol Victor Davis Hanson. Next to Christopher Hitchens, Hanson is my favorite writer on the War on Terror, which facts probably tell you everything you need to know about my feelings about the War on Terror, but there you have it. Permalinks pending, it would appear. Man, he’s good. (Link courtesy of Charles Johnson.)

Also new to the ‘Net is this season’s Slate/Sopranos running discussion. Instead of last season’s shrink-centric roundtable, this year we’ve got the musings of mob reporters Jeffrey Goldberg and Jerry Capeci. Capeci is the author of The Complete Idiot’s Guide to the Mafia, the most comprehensive and easy-to-follow book on the subject I’ve ever read.

Here’s the scoop on the standard-edition DVD for The Return of the King. It’s coming out much earlier than its predecessors did, but I still have yet to hear whether the extended-edition set will be released sooner as well.

Finally, fuckin’ Freemasons. Nothing changes.

Frank Vincent is going to be on this season of The Sopranos.

Holy Moses.

The Missus has begun mc’ing.

‘Nuff said.

Semi-comics blogger Franklin Harris is on a roll today.

First, he posts on the Spurgeon/Raphael Stan Lee book, pointing out that as far as taking too much credit for the creation of the Marvel Universe is concerned, Jack “King” Kirby actually oustripped The Man. Of course, Lee was the one who was actually in a position to truly cement his erroneous claims (or, to be charitable, his lack of correct ones) over the years, but still, a post worth examining.

Second, he examines the deeply creepy news that a North Carolina sheriff’s captain is prepping to wage war against manga, because, you know, all those clean-minded teenagers might think about s-e-x if they were to read Love Hina. I think this could accurately be described as a ripple effect from the federal governments asinine decency hearings of recent weeks–this sheriff is simply modeling the behavior of Michael Powell et al, all of whom really have better ways to spend my tax dollars these days. The problem is that on a small, localized scale, and against a medium that garners little public recognition or support, such crusades as the good Captain’s can really do some damage, ruining businesses and instituting a thought-police regime against small-town kids with no other options. Keep an eye on this one.

Finally, Franklin calls our attention to a minor scandal involving the late Silver-Age superstar Julius Schwartz, who was apparently something of a dirty old man. It would seem that the Comics Journal is exhuming a 13-year-old unpublished interview with cartoonist Colleen Doran to help make this point in an upcoming issue. Worthwhile expose, tasteless schadenfreude, or both? It’s too early to make the call just yet.

Franklin’s a swell linkblogger, but pieces of his that run even slightly longer than usual are a real treat, and these ones are no exception. I hope we see more of them.

Since I’ve scaled back my comics purchasing budget, I’ve forgone a good many trade paperbacks and graphic novels that I’d really like to have. I’m wondering: Do any of you, my delightful readers, have any copies of the following that you’d be willing to donate or trade?

Battle Royale Vol. 5

Uzumaki Vol. 3

If you’d like to make a donation, terrific–send me an email. If you’d like to trade, that too is terrific–I have a trade list here at Sequential Swap, and I’ve also got plenty of complete sets of individual issues that you won’t find on that list. Drop me a line and we’ll work something out.

Tony Blair, in a simply astounding speech, lays everything on the line about the War on Terror, spelling out in crystal-clear detail the link between tyranny, Islamic extremism, terrorism, weapons of mass destruction, September 11th, myopic “anti-war” movements, and ossified international institutions. He gently but righteously upbraids his critics for ignoring the real issue at hand. He points out that our invasion of Iraq has not only brought the hope for democracy into one of the most Godforsaken regions on earth but given new strength to our efforts to root out terror, tyranny, and especially the proliferation of mass-mudering weapons in countries like Libya, North Korea, and Iran. He rejects the conservative definition of sovereignty proffered by the outdated Treaty of Westphalia and now inexplicably embraced by so-called liberals and libertarians. He refuses to back down on this, the most important issue facing humanity today.

It’s an enormously uplifting speech for people, like me, who think free societies should use their collective might to free other societies–a cause one would think the liberals and libertarians I speak with here in my corner of the internet every day would support with all their hearts. Why don’t they? I wish I knew.

I also wish I had a President who could articulate these ideals so clearly, who could set the terms of the debate so strongly, who could overcome the cries of “move on” and “you lied” with such incandescent strength and vision. I wish I had a President who fought for these ideals at home as well as abroad. Regardless of who wins our upcoming election, these things seem unlikely. But here in my little corner of the internet, and in my own life, I’m going to try to do these things myself, as best I can.

For an optimistic-sounding round-up of various developments on the marriage rights front here in New York State, check out this New York Times article. The same-sex marriage caravan I participated in is mentioned prominently. Thank goodness for the liberal media, eh?

Yesterday I re-watched Martin Scorses’s Casino, which may be my favorite of his films. You may be aware of a scene towards the end of the film generally held up as one of the most graphically violent in film history. I want you to trust me when I say that it’s worse than you’ve heard. I’m going to try to talk about it without spoiling the film for those of you who haven’t seen it, which may not be the most effective way to go about this, but: The first time I saw it, since I had my own experience with the kind of relationship shared by the two people on the receiving end of the attack, I broke down and sobbed. Each time I’ve seen it since then, my gut tightens in anticipation, and then when the scene is actually in progress it’s so disturbing I can feel it all through my body, from my head to my throat to my stomach to my genitals. It’s beyond appalling into the almost overwhelming.

And yet I think it’s entirely appropriate. The characters who are attacked have been repeatedly shown to be the absolute scum of the Earth. Most viewers would, by that point in the movie, welcome their deaths. Scorsese was faced with the challenge of depicting a death so horrific that it would shock the audience out of their too-comfortable endorsement of gangster’s justice and into a realization of just how terrible this lifestyle really is. I also believe that this and indeed the whole of Casino was a reaction to its more warm and humorous predecessor, GoodFellas, in much the same way that the relentlessly grim Godfather Part 2 was Coppola’s attempt to prove to his audience that his intent with the first Godfather movie was not to romanticize the mob. In Casino, Scorsese wanted to make his characters hard to love, hard to enjoy. I think he wanted to make the film that way, too. He succeeded in no small part because of that final act of violence.

My point is that extreme, graphic violence often does serve a purpose in filmmaking. Barker and Cronenberg use it to comment on the relationship between mind and body (Barker somewhat more positively than Cronenberg). Tarantino uses it to reflect on what constitutes honor, loyalty, a life well lived (people miss this since it’s layered with pop-culture irony, but it’s there). The indie horror cycle of the early 1970s (beginning in 1968 with Night of the Living Dead) used it to comment on the horrific injustices of that era, and to break through audience resistance to them.

Mel Gibson is different. He’s not making a filmic point. He’s not making a thematic point. He’s not even making a political point. He’s making a life-philosophy point. He wants his viewers to internalize the violence in The Passion of the Christ, take it upon themselves, feel that they are the people wielding the whips and the scourges and driving the nails. I think he knows full well that in addition to the guilt and shame that this will produce (as it must: guilt and shame are integral parts of his vision of Christianity), it also produces a vicarious thrill, a sado-masochistic charge, and a desire for collective expiation of those feelings against a similar scapegoat. That feeling you get in your gut and your balls when you see that beating in Casino? He wants that to be the basis for how you live your entire life. He wants that to be the basis of your relationship to God Himself.

That’s sick.

I’m not saying that it’s wrong to have an emotional basis for your faith. In my opinion, no other basis for faith is possible–an intellectual basis misses the point of faith, an inherently non-intellectual value, altogether. The problem is that this is deeper than emotion, into a physical reaction of revulsion and disgust, which since they cannot be indefinitely borne, are translated into emotional/intellectual actions–in the case of Casino, condemnation and rejection. In the case of The Passion, it’s supposed to translate into adoration and obedience, an ever-present knowledge that this happened because of you, that your only salvation is following the man this happened to, and that those who do not follow him are committing the kind of sin that caused this man to be brutalized so in the first place. There are other mass movements in recent times that tried to bridge the physical and emotional in worship of an extraordinary man and his extraordinary ideals and in fanatical opposition to those who opposed him. I need hardly mention the names.

In my original post on The Passion I stated that I doubted the anti-Semitic nature of the film because I trusted the judgement of American critics and pundits like Ebert & Roeper and the God Squad. But Gibson is not a film critic or an ecumenicist, and neither is his target audience. His loathsome political leanings are clear enough: His throwback anti-Vatican II “Catholicism,” his damnation of all people not of his denomination, his homophobia, his flirtation with Holocaust revisionism. I say we take Gibson at his word, and believe that his faith is what motivates his every action. His faith, therefore, is what leads him to make these grotesque statements and hold these awful beliefs. His faith is one of cataclysmic violence and pain–violence so profoundly all-encompassing that he felt the need to continuously one-up the Gospel descriptions of it. Torture, maiming, and killing aren’t just a facet of his faith–they’re central to it. And the film’s Jews are central to that central point. That’s the faith he’s promoting.

That’s why I will not see his movie.

Mission accomplished.

I am very proud to have participated in the Long Island Gay and Lesbian Youth (LIGALY) drive for equal rights under the law. In a genuinely impressive caravan, we travelled to the town halls of Babylon, Brookhaven and Islip, where committed couples (some with children) attempted to apply for marriage licenses. They were turned away (reluctantly, it appeared). They won’t be turned away forever.

For news on today’s attempts to get the government to acknowledge the right of all its citizens to marry, you can click here, here, or here.

Mark Grunwald at Slate has a list of John Kerry’s reversals on every conceivable policy from affirmative action to gas taxation. As tired as I am of Bush’s culture-war sabre rattling, I can’t possibly support Kerry, because who the hell knows what side of that war–or The War–Kerry’s actually on?

What a loser. Bush’s political tactics of late do not exactly inspire confidence, but I can’t see how he won’t eat Kerry alive.

Alan David Doane continues his string of amazing gets with a 5,000-word interview with Mr. Alan Moore. It occurs to me that I don’t think I’ve ever read an interview with the writer before, but this one’s a great place to start. Moore talks about his new prose novel Voice of the Fire, the legal machinations surrounding his old superhero book Miracleman, the pros and cons of his influential work on Swamp Thing and Watchmen (including a tip of the hat to Frank Miller), and more. He comes off both intelligent and warm. Check it out.

NYTimes.com Ends Publication of Painfully Unfunny, Indescribably Poorly Drawn, Tediously and Self-Consciously “Shocking” Political Cartoons; Ted Rall Hardest Hit (Link courtesy of Kevin Melrose.)

In life, three things are certain: Death, taxes, and people trying to make themselves look smart and with-it by bashing superhero stories. Interman creator Jeff Parker is the latest entrant into the third category; Steven Berg takes him down.

Tackling a subject Jim Henley and yours truly have wracked our brains over for some time now, Tim O’Neil analyzes the trouble with Captain America. Money quote:

Why is it so hard to strike the balance between Captain America the moral idealist and Captain America the professional asskicker?

Or as I put it the other day, “It just shouldn’t be that hard to come up with a vaguely realistic fictional milieu for the character (i.e. one where he isn’t fighting Avengers-style supervillains) while simultaneously avoiding the sense that the writer is vaguely embarrassed to be writing the character.”

Finally, is it just me, or does Artbomb‘s slogan (“A GRAPHIC NOVEL EXPLOSION. PULL THE PIN”) remind you of that old line “SUCH-AND-SUCH FEVER–CATCH IT!”?

Happy International Read A Comic Book Naked Day from Attentiondeficitdisorderly Too Flat!

A whole bunch of stuff impressed the hell out of me today.

Alan David Doane asks 5 Questions of Dave Sim, who, get this, answers them comprehensively but succinctly. I learned more about Sim and his work (as opposed to what he thinks of homosexuals, say) in these 5 Questions than I have in years of reprinted screeds and nasty exchanges that go on for page after page in the Comics Journal.

Bruce Baugh offers his own thoughts on Sim in a “What Went Wrong” kind of piece. I know next to nothing about Cerebus, but even given that I know these quotes from Bruce are true:

when the author is himself a character and routinely interjects real-world commentary, sometimes without any veiling at all, then it’s not being unfair to reject the story because of disliking those elements of it.

Thank you, Bruce, for summing up why I myself can sometimes read the work of someone whose politics or personal philosophy is diametrically opposed to my own, while other times I can’t. Oh, and this:

I haven’t read the last 70 or so issues, and I don’t have any plans to change that. Not all knowledge is worth the price it takes to acquire it, and in this case, whatever I might learn about characters I used to care about is not worth the pain of engaging with this man’s collapsing soul.

Yes, again. I hate to single out the Comics Journal (honest!) but the way they use their letters pages for disgruntled Sim readers to pick fights with the man, who is clearly mentally ill, and then reprint ten pages of hateful ideology from him whenever he provides them with it, teaches us nothing about anything, except about the casual cruelty of the Journal itself.

Now here’s something so good I can’t even quote from it: David Fiore‘s latest batch of Dark Knight Returns blogging. So good it makes my head hurt. I’m actually jealous. (I’m also jealous of his summary of the problem with the way the Comics Journal currently covers the superhero genre. But at least I inspired Dave to go get Teratoid Heights–I wonder what the Nabob of Narrative will make of that?)

WARNING: It’s incredibly spoiler-rich, but if you’ve read Jason’s Hey, Wait…, you must read Steven Wintle‘s analysis of it. It reveals something I would never in a million years have noticed myself, and I’m completely gobsmacked. You will be, too.

Jim Henley, Steven Berg, Steven Berg again, and Franklin Harris do battle over whether or not it’s good that the X-Men will be back in spandex again. (I know they’re still in spandex in the non-New X-Men books, but c’mon, Franklin–those don’t count!) I think it’s bad, but that has nothing to do with me feeling some sort of embarrassment about superheroes (please)–it has to do with how well the non-spandex outfits worked in the context of Grant Morrison’s brilliant run. They were part and parcel of the thrilling complexity of his ideas about change, difference, “villains” and “heroes” (to break out the Bowie quotes–and again, you know these aren’t things I’m embarrassed to enjoy!). Anyone who thought the black leather was merely a superficial, cosmetic change missed the point.

Finally, let’s all wish a happy blogday to Bill Sherman, the Pop Culture Gadabout! In many ways Bill is my blogfather; his ability to wax erudite on nearly every facet of pop culture is an unceasing inspiration to me. Long may he gad about!

I guess the comics creators of the world should thank their lucky stars that The Return of the King isn’t eligible for Ignatzes, Harveys, and Eisners.

On Friday I reviewed Mat Brinkman’s Teratoid Heights, a book that deserves a lot more attention than it’s gotten. If you missed it, click on that link and check it out.

Alan David Doane interviews Johnny Ryan, creator of the incredibly offsensive and hilarious humor series Angry Youth Comix. A lot of people think that publishing this title calls everything else Fantagraphics does into question. Those people are probably right, which is exactly what makes this stuff so goddamn great. If you’re looking for proof that humor comics can actually be, you know, funny, look no further.

David Allison of Insult to Injury sings the praises of Jeffrey Brown’s Clumsy, astutely pointing out how well Brown navigates material that in lesser hands could be either self-indulgently maudlin or voyeuristically creepy. Even if autobio isn’t usually a turn-on for you, I think Brown’s stuff will be.

Rich Johnston makes with the gossip about Marvel, saying that new kid-friendly directives are forcing all the New Marvel mojo that remains into the Marvel Knights and MAX imprints. Johnston also reports that Captain America writer Bob Morales, who did a great job with the concept in the miniseries Truth and a not so much job in the actual series, has been axed. As the two-year experiment with a Marvel Knights-style Cap comes to a close, I think it’s safe to say the concept failed, which I just don’t understand. It just shouldn’t be that hard to come up with a vaguely realistic fictional milieu for the character (i.e. one where he isn’t fighting Avengers-style supervillains) while simultaneously avoiding the sense that the writer is vaguely embarrassed to be writing the character. Right?

David Fiore continues to make up for what he’s wrought on the Comics Journal messboard with some excellent Dark Knight blogging:

Bruce asks us to accept his version of things: he’s just a man, ready to battle God (“There’s just the sun and the sky and him, like he’s the only reason it’s all here.”) if he must, in the pursuit of justice. But I think that there’s a way to enter this text in the guise of Superman (through Clark’s “nuclear epiphany; or, how I learned to cease striving for the sun and love the earth”, in Bk 4)–and it’s a reading which offers a very interesting critique of Batman’s Promethean/Ahabian project…

I’d never thought of Miller’s Superman in those terms before. Great stuff.

J.W. Hastings submits capsule reviews of various titles that I’m interested in but, for primarily financial reasons, am not buying, which really are the best kind of capsule reviews. Ultimate X-Men, Ultimate Fantastic Four, Punisher, Wanted, Y: The Last Man. Enjoy.

Christopher Butcher reports that Del Rey has backed down from its decision to preemptively censor its imported manga, thanks in large part to what Franklin Harris calls “The Power of Reasonable Bitching.”

Mike Sterling defends Grant Morrison from the more-pretentious-than-thou criticism he’s been getting from certain quarters of the artcomix commentary world lately. But I’d suggest that after reading a few of the threads from the board where these folks hang out, the stuff refutes itself….