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Thursday, October 4, 2007
Sorry that this is late
Sorry this is late
-- tran
Origin of Evil?
As a random note, since we’re talking about superheroes, my vote for coolest superhero goes to Stupendous Man. =) Babysitter Girl and Evil Bedtime Lady are worthy adversaries.
SEXY!!
But back to the whole reason why I put "SEXY" as my title. I noticed that Grossman liked to describe his superheroes especially as sexy: "They [the heroes] were younger and sexier than their predecessors" (p. 23). This just struck me as completely strange at first: what the heck is with all the sexiness?! Could it be all the skin-tight costumes? At this point, I saw a correlation between Hollywood celebrities of the real world (but what is real? -_- ) and superheroes: they live in the limelight, adored by all, seemingly perfect to the world, and can never seem to do wrong. The whole sexy thing starts to make sense if you think about the superheroes the way they are being portrayed: not as humble individuals seeking just to make the world a better place, but spinning into a nice little entrepreneurial occupation. They are "sexy" because it's part of the image they must uphold to keep the revenue coming in, just as the entertainment industry today is getting sexier (literally); the newer generations must continue to get sexier to maintain interest in them, with flashier costumes, names, gadgets, and enhancements (i.e. Phenom). And so it seems that the idealistic pedestal we hold superheroes on, as those who are selfless and all around do-gooders, has crumbled; in the end, the fame and desire to be praised overwhelms. SEXY.
P.S. What happened to good old-fashioned cartoons? None of them ever seem to make sense anymore, and are pretty superficial in what they convey. I guess it's that sexy appeal that wins out nowadays.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Since I haven’t been interested in superheroes since childhood, I haven’t noticed the role superheroes played within their societies until reading this novel. What strikes me particularly is not only their role as celebrities with press conferences, agents and publicity representatives, but the overall definition of what it means to be a superhero or villain. As Blackwolf describes Doctor Impossible: “if he were a normal person, he’d be Einstein” (56). So then, why isn’t Einstein given the title of a super being, a superior humanoid? Is it merely the social construct of morality and law that defines whether one can be called a superhero or super villain? Does one have to forcefully support the law regardless of its implications to become a super hero or defy it to all ends in order to become a super villain? It’s particularly interesting due to how often the law changes based upon society’s changing views on what should be morally acceptable and what should not. Not only in the case of Blackwolf himself, who has no super powers and is merely a wealthy, brilliant athlete, but Batman as well. If taken in context with our current society’s definition of heroes as those whom help society function, such as firefighters, perhaps even doctors and such, then maybe these superheroes are defined as such by becoming heroes like those, but on a larger scale.
Then again, perhaps superheroes and villains are like celebrities in that they don their gaudy costumes and masks in the same way that celebrities take on roles and personalities as given by their publicity representatives. Regarding Blackwolf, Fatale remarks that “he still patrols in costume, part-time, but it’s mostly publicity for his corporate holdings” (26). The superhero outfit then becomes just that, as a role rather than an identity. In that sense, the superheroes here seem to be merely a large scale imitation of our society’s concept of a hero.
-Kathyodds and ends
Continuing onto Invincible, I was thinking about all the superheroes/villains and it thought, Wow I actually wish I could be Fatale (but Lily sounds equally awesome/mysterious/kick-ass). I mean, superhuman strength, lightning reflexes (proving that I'm NOT a bad driver), indestructible metal skeleton (like Wolverine!), and she even says she doesn't get her period anymore. No cramps. Sweet. And without having to remember to pop sugar pills every night at the same exact time.
Offensively trained, no fingerprints, no EEG signal... possibly a CSI's worst nightmare. So then you can't track her. So then you can't run lie-detector tests. Fatale is so built to be a villain, and I kind of hope she turns out to be one too. Evil is just way more interesting that good-doers, but I can't quite put my finger on it's appeal. But then again, I really enjoy pirates and vampires, so maybe I just have an affinity for anything badass. Ok now I'm just rambling.
The Dao of Batman
When I read this, I realized there's one very popular exception to Doctor Impossible's generalization—Batman. I think this is the first time I've realized the core of his appeal—he combines the most appealing aspects of hero and villain. He's brooding, lonely, and misunderstood—all classic villain traits. Yet he's also rich, movie-star handsome and more interested in helping civilians than hurting or conquering them. Most importantly, he uses sweet gadgets of his own design. That's usually the preserve of villains who, more often than not, are just super-intelligent humans with a bone to pick. Batman is a super-intelligent, super-privileged lost soul with a bone to pick. Genius.
But back to Soon I Will Be Invincible. The story definitely has a brains vs. brawn theme, but it's complicated by the fact that the tempting jocks and nerds analogy isn't perfect. There are sexy evildoers and lame defenders; Blackwolf is smarter than most villains and Doctor Impossible is stronger than most heroes.
Doctor Impossible isn't a tragic or even particularly sympathetic character; he's just a dick. I'm not sure whether it's common for geniuses to be socially abrasive, but if he can enjoy the company of a reporter who isn't—most likely—his intellectual equal, then he has no real excuse for being such a singular social failure. For a genius he seems unable to draw simple and vital conclusions about how to interact with others. His cliché monomania makes him unappealing company, and the resulting (and predictable) rejection makes him even more disgusted with others. I posit that he avoids others so that he can fall into a depressed state that inspires him. He's powered by social rejection. It doesn't seem that he gets much thinking done when happy, but then again, after 126 pages he still has yet to describe a single happy moment he's had. He's like mad-scientist Morrissey but far less cool.
P.S. Has anyone seen The Venture Brothers? Mister Mystic is totally Byron Orpheus. Also, I'm totally a nerd. :'(