Dung

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Sigh.  So, tomorrow (Sunday) we get to look forward to another comic book tribute.  Hey, why not, it sure saves writing and drawing effort on Tom Batiuk’s part, and the artwork is usually not too bad.

Now, I’m no expert in comic books–thank goodness–but it sure looks like Cigar McBalding is holding a finished proof in his hands.  If he’s asking for a cover change at this stage, he’s either a moron or has so much money he can afford to throw lots of it away.  (Or, to be fair, both.)  This things is ready to roll off the presses–it’s a bit late to be making major changes.

This episode contrasts with the others this week.  In those, Cigar McBalding suggested “improvements” to be implemented in the future (at least he discusses it with the creative team, unlike the people at Cable Movie Entertainment who just present a list of demands).  In those episodes, at least he steered the folks toward what he wanted.  Today, he’s looking at something that (presumably) he approved, and wants changes made way late in the process.

Sigh again.  If Tom Batiuk’s fantasy world consists of crass publishers and beleaguered writers…man, that’s just too depressing to think about.   Imagine Sam Lowry from Brazil daydreaming about being buried under tons of garbage…and liking it.

Another example of a “who cares” episode, by which I mean more evidence that Tom Batiuk just doesn’t care any more.  It seems to be obvious that he would rather be eating cookies, drinking hot chocolate, and reading old issues of The Flash in the attic rather than put any time or effort into his work.  (This seems worrisome.  Is is possible for nostalgia to become a mental disorder?  I’m serious.)

There’s no joke here.  There’s no here here.  There’s also a deliberate blindness here.  If he’s so passionate about genuine creativity being pushed aside by crass mediocrity, why is his comic strip taking up space that could be used for something good?

Sponging Off Relatives

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Ha ha ha, the first line Darin’s had all week and Pete immediately steps on it!

I continue to be amazed that anyone, anyone at all, could find a sponge-based superhero to be interesting.   When I was back in the ninth grade and was drawing superhero comics on notepaper, I would never have considered such an idea, much less dealt with it for more than a few seconds.  (“What a stupid idea.  Must be too much eraser dust in the air, confounding my brain.”)  Perhaps I’d use it as a comedy character who was immediately defeated in some humorous way, but anything ongoing?  NO.

And remember–I’m talking about the ninth grade.

I don’t know what to make of Tom Batiuk’s fantasy publishing world.  In a way, it’s quite impressive in its scope and detail, but it makes me wonder why he doesn’t apply some of that creativity over here, in the strip that puts bread on the table.   Wouldn’t that be something?  Imagine reading posts on this site telling how much we liked the episode of the day.  As it is, Funky Winkerbean comes across as an afterthought–as Gerald and others have pointed out, no one who only reads the strip would have any of the Batom Books details provided in the blog posts, which robs these flashback strips of rather most of their impact.  Not that it would really make much to people not obsessed with silver age DC comics, but still, some context is always nice.

Without any of that, reading about some guy’s fantasy comic-book publishing world is like listening to a really boring person at a party.  You suddenly realize you’ve heard nothing he’s said for at least five minutes, and you start to worry he’ll ask you a question and you won’t have any idea how to respond.  And your drink is almost full–can’t use “Going to get a refill!” as an excuse.  Maybe plead for a bathroom break?  Give it a shot.  You can hide in the den…and read old comic books.

Heh heh heh.

Damsel Under Duress

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Actually, Cigar McBalding’s idea sounds like a good one.  While he’s obviously proposing it for prurient reasons, the Comics Code Authority would curtail anything outrageous, and really, I think it would make the Starbuck Jones comic a bit less one-dimensional.

Which makes it strange that McBalding is proposing it.  I thought he was supposed to be the greedy, money-eyed villain of the Batom Comics company (despite him being, uh, the publisher).  Here he is, actually trying to improve the book.

Of course, I’m thinking of a typical comic book; in the context of this strip, adding a new female character opens up the whole can-o-worms that is “female characters in the Funky Winkerbean world,” which is a place that is really depressing.  Starbuck Jones already has a robot that can bring him hot chocolate and cookies while he’s reading comic books…what else can a woman do?  I guess she can travel the universe, collecting comic books for him, or she can die of cancer.  At all times, though, she must show herself as way inferior to her man.

Ah well, when you’ve got a 50th Anniversary as a goal, it’s a bit late to start learning new tricks.  You just need to get there, pal, any way you can.

The Turning of the Tables

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Now, this is curious.   Presumably, Cigar McBalding is the guy who founded Batom Comics.

Let me just repeat that:  Cigar McBalding is the guy who founded Batom Comics.

Here, his staff is all but openly insulting him, already positive that whatever idea he’s about to present is absolute garbage.

In real life, Tom Batiuk is the guy who founded Batom Comics.

And I’m going to guess that he has a staff.

I don’t want to draw too many conclusions…

Is this a cry for help?

How can a person, who only listens to himself, cry for help?  That seems like an interesting philosophical conundrum, which I leave to the philosophers among you to ponder.

(Who says I have to post things that are 8000 words long?  Enjoy my brevity, fellow snarkers!)

Deja Doom

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Oh good heavens…are we all trapped in Hell, where we have to relive things over and over again, until we’re forgiven and allowed to pass into purgatory?  Didn’t we just go through all this “back in the day” stuff?  In fact–isn’t Pete’s dialogue in panel two an exact repetition of what he said before?  (I’d look it up, myself, but I’m starting to feel a distinct aversion to going through old Funky Winkerbean strips.  Life being short and all.)

How much padding does Tom Batiuk need to get to that 50th anniversary?  Wait–don’t answer that!

Well, since we must, I’m guessing the answer is…a lot.

As for today’s day-old bread, again, I posit thus:  that Pete here is merely a clerk-typist, tasked with putting the real screenwriter’s handwritten notes into proper script format.   After all, he’s never been to a script meeting, and none of the producers have ever come by to chat about the project, even though he’s in the same building and everything.

I think he was hired because Mason wanted to do Cindy a favor, and CME thought Mason was valuable enough that he could be indulged a bit.  But when they got his first draft, things went sour (“What the hell is this about sponges?  And clones of sponges?  And why does Starbuck Jones have so many soliloquies railing against short-sighted editors?”) and he was quietly moved out of the writer’s chair into something more attuned to his abilities.

As for Darin, I have no idea why he’s even here.  Storyboards are typically done when there’s a reasonably final version of the script in place; there’s no point in paying someone to draw out sequences that may never be passed out of committee, let alone see the light of film.  (Particularly for a firm that produces cable-TV movies, most of which are cancelled.)

That sort of thing is nowadays called “pre-visualization” and I think it’s beyond Darin’s abilities–after all, you have to imagine something that works, rather than assuming failure right out of the gate, and no one from Westview has that talent.