Journey Into Strange Tales Issue 193: Atlas/Marvel Science Fiction & Fantasy Comics!

 

The Marvel/Atlas 
Horror Comics

Part 178

February 1961

by Peter Enfantino

and Jack Seabrook

Journey Into Mystery #65

Cover by Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko

"I Am the Brute That Walks!" (a: Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers) ★★

(r: Where Creatures Roam #1)

"Fear in the Night!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★★

(r: Where Creatures Roam #1)

"Kragoo!" (a: Don Heck) ★

(r: Where Creatures Roam #1)

Ninety-pound weakling Howard Avery can't take his girlfriend Sally anywhere without having sand kicked in his face by brutes and nincompoops. Sally says she doesn't mind that Howard is a frail little string bean, but there's a bit of an edge in her voice that convinces him otherwise. How can Howard Avery solve his problem?

Luckily, Howard is not only a snappy dresser but also a brilliant scientist (who'd a thunk?), so he heads back to the lab, situated somewhere between his kitchen and his Murphy bed in his teeny-tiny apartment, and immediately cooks up a potion to help him grow muscles, pronto. Unfortunately, the formula works better than he thought and very soon he's looking down at his apartment building as a furry orange beast. "I Am the Brute That Walks!" exclaims the unrecognizable Howard. 

Sadly, the same disease that has gripped so many brilliant but troubled scientists in the Atlas Universe takes hold of Howard's insides and he takes a lengthy journey of destruction through the city, leading him to Sally's apartment. He'll show her who's a spineless worm! Howard has a problem keeping his words to thought balloons and the police overhear the Brute telegraphing his mission to kidnap poor Sally. They get there first and accompany the frightened woman to the precinct, where she's kept in a cell for her protection.

The Brute sees Sally's Edsel parked at the station house and destroys the building, but Sally escapes. He chases her into a nearby amusement park where, naturally, Sally boards a roller coaster (1961 statistics showed that amusement park rides were the best places to hide from giant monsters). Again, the huge but clumsy Brute misses his chance and Sally escapes into the "Tunnel of Horrors." As he is reaching for Sally in the dark, the potion wears off and The Brute becomes wimpy Howard again. Sally mistakenly believes her beau has destroyed the monster and swears she'll never introduce him to friends as her brother again. Howard, realizing that there are some places where man was never meant to roam, burns his notes and settles into life as a scrawny but satisfied and brilliant scientist.

I've alluded to it before but it bears repeating that all the brilliant minds in the Atlas Uni practice biochemistry at home rather than at more conventional locales. We finally get a giant Atlas monster that doesn't wear briefs and perhaps the most startling aspect of Howard's change-O formula is that it allows him to regain his human form with clothes intact. How does that work? I love how Sally jumps on that roller coaster to evade capture. It would be my first instinct to hide under the ride, but I've never had to run from a giant orange gorilla before so what do I know?

Steve Ditko's minimalist art is the best thing about "Fear in the Night!," wherein two space travelers find themselves shipwrecked on a remote planet and must escape a giant monster while rationing their life-giving "oxygen-concentrate" pills. One of the men is a robot and you won't guess which one it is unless you've read some of Stan's previous scripts. In our last (and certainly least) entertainment for the issue, "Kragoo!" is a warrior from another planet sent to Earth to conquer, rape, and pillage by assimilating himself into another being. Once he's settled in, the alien will be able to use his hypo-powers to enslave the human race. He's warned by his superior that he can only transform one time, so make it a good vessel. The dope picks what he thinks is a strong, healthy male but discovers too late that his new home is a stone statue. Don Heck was an adequate, at times superior, artist, but it should have registered with Stan fairly early that Heck could not design a monster to save his life.-Peter

Strange Tales #81

Cover by Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers

"The Scarecrow Walks!" (a: Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers) ★★

"A Giant There Was!" (a: Don Heck) ★

"I Went Too Far Back!" (a: Paul Reinman) ★

"The Thing in the Cell!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★

(r: Weird Wonder Tales #5)

Evil businessman Jarvis Cragstone owns the mortgage on the farm belonging to the Smiths and when the government needs land for nuclear testing, Cragstone jumps at the chance to make a quick buck. He tosses the kind-hearted Smiths off their farm and, as they leave their home, they say a prayer for their scarecrow, who has helped them for so long to ... scare off crows, of course. The Smiths head for an unknown future as the suits move in and transform the farm into a test site.

The Delta-Ray bomb goes off and incinerates everything within miles, everything except the straw man, who somehow keeps it all together and exits the other side a rejuvenated, some would say better scarecrow than ever before. The blast has not only given the sack of weeds a brain but also expands his height twenty-fold. The straw man heads out on the range to find his destiny. After ignoring several ranches and necking teenagers, the scarecrow finds what he's looking for: the office of Jarvis Cragstone! With a little persuading, Cragstone agrees to give all the proceeds of the farm sale to the Smiths. Sack of dough in hand, the scarecrow finds the Smiths camping in the wilderness and leaves them the bag of green. He then reverts back to his normal size and intelligence, leaving the Smiths to ponder the wonders of the world.

There's nothing original in Stan/Larry's script for "The Scarecrow Walks!," including the old standby of immediate change due to radiation, but it earns an extra star for originality in its monstrous protagonist. It's also rare for one of these monsters to have nothing but good intentions. Not once does our straw super-being stop at a jewelry store or candy shop to do a bit of looting. The panel of the scarecrow walking through the desert with a huge sack of cash in its gigantic hand (the bag would be larger than Jarvis, mind you) is a Kodak moment.

"A Giant There Was!" is a silly melodrama about a thief who breaks into a curio shop and discovers magic beans. Tossing them out the window, he watches in amazement as a beanstalk grows high into the clouds. Remembering the children's story, he climbs the beanstalk and indeed finds a giant's castle at the top of the stalk. Thoughts of priceless gems and rubies fade as he discovers it's all an elaborate trap for thieves. Too elaborate for my tastes; it would be so much simpler for the giant to squish his prisoners than to feed them. And let's talk about the raw sewage disposal problems for a castle in the clouds. That's the truly horrifying aspect of this loser.

It's 1971 and, yep, time travel is possible. A jealous lab assistant decides he's going to go far into the past and with his revolver he'll become the most powerful man in the world. But this dope didn't factor in that if you go too far into the past you land in the future, an era where guns are no good against human beings. At some point, the law of averages decrees that Stan will pump out a decent time machine saga, but "I Went Too Far Back!" ain't it.

A truly wretched issue of Strange Tales comes to a much-awaited close with the supremely dopey "The Thing in the Cell!" Hans Vogel, gendarme in the European village of Bork, fines every traveler who drives through the town ten dollars (yes, I agree, an odd fine for a European village, but let's not dwell on that), not for personal financial gain but for an ego-related matter. Once Hans has saved up six million American dollars, he has a huge, state of the art prison built in the middle of town. Why would Hans need a prison in a crime-free zone? Because it's always been his dream. 

Well, Hans's dream becomes a nightmare when he arrests a vagrant walking through Bork on the wrong side of the road. The stranger insists that Hans should let him go because "they are coming to get him," but the Inspector ignores the man's pleas and throws his prisoner in a cell for ten days. Sure enough, "they" in the form of chubby, hairy aliens arrive to take their friend back to Planet X in the Vortex 7 Solar System, but they can't get the darn cell door open. With no other option available, they steal the entire prison. Hans is discredited by the village of Bork and sent packing, regretting his past behavior and pondering the sheer bigness of the galaxy. So the aliens couldn't find a way to pick a lock but they've got the tech to pull up the whole building and, what, stash it inside their spaceship? I'll accept a lot (walking scarecrows, giant snails, etc.) but this is a bridge too far.-Peter

Tales of Suspense #14

Cover by Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers

"I Created the Colossus!" (a: Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko) ★★1/2

(r: Monsters on the Prowl #17)

"I Am... Gorak!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★1/2

(r: Where Monsters Dwell #16)

In a certain, unnamed country behind the Iron Curtain, a sculptor is ordered to build a huge statute as a symbol of the government's power. After months of toil, he can exclaim, "I Created the Colossus!" A flying saucer crash-lands outside the sculptor's workshop and the crablike alien that emerges from it uses mental telepathy to tell the sculptor that it has to protect itself until it can be rescued. The alien enters the statue, which starts to move, much to the shock of the government officials who arrive on the scene.

"The Colossus Lives!" and nothing--not an electric fence, not artillery fire--can stop it. The sculptor cannily invents a tale and tells the representatives of the tyrannical government that the giant statue's purpose is to stop the dictatorship. It heads for the bay, where gunfire from submarines has no effect. This being 1961, the next step is an H-bomb.

But the tyrant's fighting forces can't defeat "The Power of the Colossus!" Jets are scrambled and the big granite guy takes flight himself, crushing planes in his hand and forcing the bomb to explode in outer space. A flying saucer finally arrives and the alien exits the statue to return home. The Colossus may be still now, but the sculptor warns the government agents that they had better change their ways or it will return and cause more destruction. Guess what? They make peace with the West!

This three-part story runs eighteen pages and, at the end, the editor asks readers if they'd like to see more full-length stories. My answer is yes! The Colossus tale is not bad. Kirby does his usual thing of drawing as many big pages as he can, but the extra length allows for more story development. Reading these late '50s/early '60s Atlas comics is certainly an education in seeing how all of the pieces of the classic Marvel super hero comics started to come together. The Colossus resembles the Thing in some ways.

A master of illusion announces that "I Am... Gorak!" and does a lot of talking as he wows his audience. He is deemed to be the world's greatest magician, but he has a secret. When jealous folk begin to attack his reputation, Gorak proves his mettle with amazing feats and eventually reveals that everyone else is but a figment of his imagination. But wait! Gorak doesn't realize that he's just a character in a comic book story, and he must vanish when the story ends!

The self-reflexive conclusion does nothing to improve what is essentially five pages of a character talking to himself. Ditko is wasted here.-Jack

Tales to Astonish #16

Cover by Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko

"Here Comes... Thorr the Unbelievable" (a: Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers) ★1/2

(r: Where Creatures Roam #3)

"My Touch Means... Doom!" (a: Don Heck) ★★

(r: Tower of Shadows #8)

"Save Me from the Mole Men!" (a: Paul Reinman) ★

(r: Where Creatures Roam #3)

"I Am the Victim of the Sorcerer!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★1/2

(r: Where Creatures Roam #3)

A henpecked archaeologist named Linus and his shrewish wife, Helen, fly to a newly discovered island in the South Pacific that features unusual statutes that look like giant heads made of stone. While digging around one of them, Linus accidentally triggers it to come to life and, sure enough, "Here Comes... Thorr the Unbelievable," who announces that he is (yet another) scout for an alien race that is just waiting till the right moment to conquer the Earth.

Linus tricks Thorr into summoning its fellow aliens in a big yellow spaceship and, after they land, the archaeologist uses dynamite to blow up the island and save the world. Guess what: giant stone statues can't swim, and they sink to the bottom of the ocean. At long last, Helen realizes that her husband is a brave man!

The most interesting thing about this story is surely the name of the alien, who refers to himself as "the mighty Thorr."

Desperate to get the money he needs to pay for an operation to cure his ailing wife, bank teller Bill Howard steals money from his cash drawer and drives into the New Mexico desert, police chasing him. He unknowingly wanders onto an atomic testing site and soon discovers that "My Touch Means... Doom!" When police approach Bill, he jumps off a cliff rather than harm them. Suddenly, he wakes up and is back at the bank. It turns out he was hypnotized by the psychiatrist hypnotist bank guard who was testing Bill. That evening, the teller learns that the surgeon will operate on his wife free of charge!

This issue is quickly becoming a test lab for the near future at Marvel--in this story, a man wanders onto an atomic testing site and gains superhuman powers. The idea of making him a hero/monster with unusual adversaries remains unrealized, as does the idea of a continuing series, but we're getting close.

A cruel middleweight boxer known as the Crusher enjoys beating the stuffing out of his opponents in the ring but wishes he were a heavyweight so he could punch even harder. He hears about new pills guaranteed to make a person gain weight, so he steals a bunch and downs them, only to discover that he's gaining weight so fast that no floor can support him! He crashes through layers of Earth and rock until he must cry, "Save Me From the Mole Men!" when furry denizens of the underworld begin to use him as their punching bag.

It's a dumb story with unattractive art, but once again a piece of the Marvel puzzle is seen! These mole men look nothing like the ones the Fantastic Four would soon face, and we've actually seen mole men at Atlas before, but it's still interesting to watch the early stages of development.

A ragged man walks the foggy streets of a city, unable to remember his identity yet aware that some inexorable, evil force keeps drawing him toward it. Unable to get anyone to help him, the man finally allows himself to be drawn toward his fate. He passes through a door and walks down a hall toward a light source, finally disappearing into vapor and unable to escape his fate. Later, two men in an art gallery are disturbed by a painting called "The Sorcerer's Betrayer," which depicts the ragged man cowering before a magician.

"I Am the Victim of the Sorcerer" isn't much different than "I Am... Gorak!" in this month's Tales of Suspense--both feature a main character who talks a lot and ends up a character in a work of art. Ditko does a decent job but the story is just filler.-Jack

On Thursday...
The Boys Discuss the Genius
(and the Drawbacks) of Kubrick

Next Week...
The Debut of
the Original Hulk!!!

The 100 Chapter 10: 80 & 79

Who doesn't love a list?

I devour the BFI Best Films of All Time list whenever they deem it necessary to revise and (invariably) disagree with most of the findings, but I still get a kick out of browsing. Same with Rolling Stone's inane Best 100 Albums (how does Sgt. Pepper drop from #1 to #24 in the latest incarnation?); the anger I feel subsides when I see they've put a couple of Aerosmith albums on the list! We all disagree with that number one but we keep right on scrolling through each choice.

This project, which has been percolating for quite a while, originated from the constant back and forth "good-natured bickering" between John Scoleri and myself. John invariably loves everything and I hate it all (for more of the discourse, I advise one and all to pick up a copy of bare•bones print magazine and read our debates about streaming and movie theaters to get a taste). I began to think it would be fun to compose a Favorite (as opposed to Best) 100 and compare our selections. Making it even more tantalizing, I managed to talk the third head of Ghidorah, Jack Seabrook, into participating. This could be interesting, since John's never seen a movie the two Georges (Romero and Lucas) didn't have a hand in, and Jack usually favors the flicks that have words at the bottom of the screen (dis-moi que j'ai tort, Jack!). I, on the other hand, can't wait to educate these two gentlemen as to what constitutes good cinema.

Every Thursday, we'll count down our picks two at a time. We're hoping this will generate discourse outside of our trio. Let us know just how crazy we are. This is going to be fun!—Peter

The Bourne Ultimatum (2007) 

Starring: Matt Damon, Joan Allen, David Strathairn

Directed by Paul Greengrass

"This is Jason Bourne, the toughest target that you have ever tracked. He is really good at staying alive and trying to kill him and failing... just pisses him off."

I'll just come out and confess that this here entry is a bit of a cheat. It should read The Bourne Identity/The Bourne Supremacy/The Bourne Ultimatum since the differences between the three films are virtually undetectable to the naked eye. All three are superb wall-to-wall action thrillers (with complex, sometimes indecipherable plots) that leave your senses exhilarated, but since I have to play by the rules we've laid down, I'll select the finale. Despite what the two crappy follow-ups (Bourne Legacy and Jason Bourne) insinuate, it delivers a perfect wrap-up to the amnesiac killer's journey to enlightenment.

This is the one where there's a semi-sorta plot going on about a reporter (the great British actor Paddy Considine) who gets a tip about the origin and training of Jason Bourne and writes a no holds barred expose. Cut to our favorite killing machine riding a train with one of those ear pieces in and lots of groovy tech stuff, reading the Guardian's headline: "Who is Jason Bourne?" Jason knows that his bosses are going to eliminate any sources of leakage from within the Agency; he heads for Waterloo Station to meet up with Paddy but an "asset" (a really good shooter guy) takes the reporter out. That pisses off Jason. But this time he's not alone in his irritation; Pamela Landy (Joan Allen) has seen enough funny stuff from the big boys and wants justice to prevail. 

That's about all I'll spoil; suffice to say there's not a lot of slowing down to explain. Director Greengrass is smart enough to know that this isn't George Smiley or Harry Palmer; this audience wants to see Matt Damon drive a Vespa down the wrong direction of a one-way street, hanging out of the car and shooting assets and cops and managing to make it through those red lights in one piece. Who doesn't want to fly like JB along foreign rooftops, grabbing random women's underwear and T-shirts from clotheslines, somehow knowing they'll come in handy in a couple minutes and never misjudging the distance between this ledge and the next. Never having to take a dump or eat a cheese and tomato sandwich. He never misses a train or has to sit in traffic. I want to be Jason Bourne!—Peter

Remarks from the Gallery:

Jack: I saw this! I only remember the scene where he crashes through the window. That was cool. I vaguely recall that there was something weird about the way it was directed that I did not like at all.

John: I've enjoyed all of the Bourne films, but none rise to the level of my top 100. Of course, if I had to pick one, I'd have gone with Identity. I wish they let Franke Potente stick around a little longer.

Napoleon Dynamite (2004) 

Starring: Jon Heder

Directed by Jared Hess 

"Vote for Pedro!"

An awkward high school student in Idaho navigates his odd family, friends at school, and a student council election, all in his own peculiar way.

I expect to get some flak for this choice, but I get a big kick out of this movie and it really held up when I watched it the other night. It's a very quotable film where my wife and kids and I can throw lines back and forth at each other and always know what we're talking about.

I laughed from start to finish while watching this collection of oddballs and misfits. It really captures the nightmare of high school! Some highlights:

• Rex Kwon Do's eight-week program
• Uncle Rico's desire to go back to 1982
• Kip chatting online with babes all day
• Pedro's campaign for class president
• La Fawnduh!
• Napoleon's dance
• The post-credits wedding scene

Napoleon Dynamite is heartwarming, funny, and delightful and it makes me happy to watch it! OK, guys, let me have it.—Jack

Remarks from the Gallery:

Peter: No flak here. I liked this goofball comedy (not enough to squeeze anything out of my list). I was expecting Heder to go on to be a big star. My favorite scene has to be Uncle Rico boasting he can throw "a football over them mountains." I'd compare the vibe in Napoleon this one to Licorice Pizza (a flick that just barely missed my list)--sweet, but also very funny. Comedy gold.

John: Some films just don't click with some people (at least on first viewing). I expect a good 30% (or more) of my selections might generate just such a response. By the time I got around to seeing Napoleon Dynamite, I had heard how great it was, and perhaps that led to high expectations that it didn't meet. I may give it another chance to see if it fares better with me going in with lower expectations.

Jurassic Park (1993) 

Starring: Sam Neill, Laura Dern, Jeff Goldblum

Directed by Steven Spielberg

"Now eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour, right?"

I was working in a bookstore when Jurassic Park (the book) was released, and as a Crichton fan, I enjoyed the opportunity to read an advance copy. The last piece of email I ever received that was sent to my attention at the store (thanks to a kind person who still worked there—as this was a few months after I had quit my job) was a gracious note from Michael Crichton in reply to my request to have him sign some bookplates for us (his letter was coincidentally dated on my birthday). 

There were many reasons that I was the target demographic for a Steven Spielberg adaptation of the novel, and it didn't disappoint. In fact, its impact on me was far greater than I ever could have expected. 

I think everyone knows the high-concept deal—a theme park with genetically-engineered dinosaurs—so I won't waste your time on that here. The film delivers all of the action, excitement, wonder, and incredible visual effects that brought dinosaurs back to life, once and for all. 

For me, the scene that resonated with me the most was the arrival at Isla Nublar. The flourish of John Williams's score as the helicopter approached the lush green island jutting out of the blue water just blew me away. My immediate thought was that I needed to find out where this was shot, since I wanted to visit such an amazing location. Within a few years we took our first trip to Kauai and have been back more than a dozen times in the ensuing 30+ years. Of course it didn't hurt when I realized some of the other films in my top 100 were shot on Kauai as well. Williams's music has become a soundtrack to the island to me (not to mention the theme to our wedding procession in 1997), and I still get that same rush when I revisit the film. 

And it features a great supporting performance by an actor who will turn up on my list a little further down the road...

Plus the dinosaurs still hold up!—John

 

Remarks from the Gallery:

Peter: I'm probably in the minority when I say I liked the sequel, The Lost World, better. Not as many slow spots. Now that I'm older, I know you can take a nap for quite a while until the T-Rex finally arrives. Granted, that scene is still a mindblower and I do acknowledge the ground it broke. The CGI in this flick looks much better than the crap they're handing us in today's movies. How does that happen? Anything after JPIII belongs on a 100 Worst List. Anyway, JP's a good flick, but I can't wait until they've marketed easy-edit machines to hook up to our Blu-ray players and I can make those annoying kids go bye-bye. 

Jack: What's not to love about Jurassic Park? I saw it on first release and watched it on occasion since then. Was Jeff Goldblum ever more likeable? The kitchen scene is particularly suspenseful. And Sam Neill was great.

Atomic Blonde (2017) 

Starring: Charlize Theron, James McAvoy, John Goodman

Directed by David Leitch

"It's a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver."

Though it's easy to get lost in all the double-, triple-, and quadruple-crosses, about halfway through Atomic Blonde your mind will shut down and just go for the ride. As John mentioned a few weeks ago, it's hard to keep your eyes off Charlize Theron, whether she's rolling in the hay with fellow spy Sofia Boutella or bashing a stinkin' commie thug across the kisser with a hot plate. Those action scenes (the standout, obviously, being the one-take, ten-minute apartment battle) will make you hit rewind time and again to look for the seams and stunt doubles. The dialogue at times can be a little cutesy (imagine for a moment that Guy Ritchie was handed the keys to the John Wick franchise) and I kept wondering, "just how big was that suitcase Charlize brought along?," but raise your hand if you see these things for the quiet moments. Speaking of the quiet moments, I thought, for the most part, the soundtrack hit all the right notes (Queen, Bowie, The Clash, George Michael) despite John's fear that my '80s phobia would kick in; hell, Charlize and Sofia even make "The Politics of Dancing" bearable. That's a feat!

My first watch was very memorable, opening weekend at a theater in Luxembourg, luckily English language with French subtitles. I had no idea what to expect; hadn't heard a thing about the movie. It was Charlize Theron so how could I go wrong? I didn't.—Peter

Remarks from the Gallery:

Jack: Still never saw it.

John: Geez, Jack. It's been a month since it showed up on my list. How much more time do you need? :) 

Metropolis (1927)

Starring: Alfred Abel, Brigitte Helm, Gustav Frohlich, Rudolf Klein-Rogge

Directed by Fritz Lang

"The mediator between head and hands must be the heart!"

In a world of the future, the rich and powerful live in skyscrapers while the poor live underground, keeping the machines running that power the world above. Joh Fredersen runs the city but his son, Freder, becomes entranced by a poor woman named Maria when she brings a group of poor children to see how the other half live.

Can Joh find a way to cure the social ills of his society? Complicating matters is the mad scientist Rotwang, whom Joh engages to engineer a catastrophe that will end the revolution before it begins.

I love silent movies and chose Metropolis to represent them on my list of 100 favorites. Fritz Lang is one of my top directors, so we'll see his work again as we go up the list, but the other films are from the sound era. When I decided to rewatch this one, I was thrilled to find that it had been restored to nearly its original length. Watching it growing up, I was never able to see anything this close to what Lang intended.

The more expressive acting style of silent cinema takes some getting used to, but the message here is one that still resonates and the special effects are amazing. I was most impressed by the performance of Brigitte Helm, who plays both Maria and her double, the false Maria created by Rotwang from the mechanical man he made to the memory of his dead wife. There are clear influences on James Whale's Frankenstein in the lab scenes, and some of the architecture in the scene where Rotwang captures Maria recalls the surreal settings from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

There are so many other silent films I love that I could list—The Phantom of the Opera, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Sunrise, The Man Who Laughs, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari—but I'll just leave it at Metropolis for now. Where would American Cinema be without the German emigres?—Jack

Remarks from the Gallery:

Peter: When I was a kid, Forry Ackerman was my idol. As editor and voice of Famous Monsters, he would drop in a mention of Metropolis just about every issue. It seemed to be an obsession for him the same way FM was for me. The chance to see a silent science fiction flick in those days was slim to none since we didn't have the advantage today's viewers have of physical media. Either you caught these things at a con or on late night TV (again, slim to none). As I got older, the desire to see Metropolis fell by the wayside so, other than clips, I've never had the pleasure. For the most part, science fiction bores the hell out of me anyway.

John: I'm surprised Peter didn't see the Giorgio Moroder version in 1984. Well, I guess I'm not. Perhaps he would have been drawn in if it had been done a decade earlier with a '70s music soundtrack. It is a cool, classic silent, which has undergone extensive restorations through the years, so there's really no better time to watch it. Though I don't have any silent films in my top 100 (the opening of Tombstone not withstanding!), F.W. Murnau's Nosferatu would probably be the closest, followed closely by one of Buster Keaton's efforts...

Unforgiven (1992) 

Starring: Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman, Gene Hackman, Anthony James

Directed by Clint Eastwood

"Well, he should have armed himself if he's going to decorate his saloon with my friend."

I remember walking into my friend's movie memorabilia shop and seeing the teaser for this one. I bought the US one-sheet and the British quad; I liked it so much. And Clint's western lives up to the promise of that awesome teaser image!

For anyone who grew up loving Eastwood's westerns, of which there's far more variety to than I think he's given credit for, Unforgiven was the perfect western to close out his western career. It was a brilliant move for him to acquire the rights to the script when he did and hold on to it until the time was just right. 

It goes without saying that Clint's great in it. Morgan Freeman is great in it. Gene Hackman is great in it. Hell, I don't even mind Richard Harris in it. But you know what the coolest casting in the film is? Anthony James. The great Anthony James, character actor who appeared in countless films, including a number of Clint's, almost exclusively as a villain. His first and final roles were in Oscar-winning Best Pictures (In the Heat of the Night and—spoiler alert—Unforgiven). His greatest performance (arguably followed by this one, Skinny, the saloon owner) is in Dan Curtis's Burnt Offerings. If you've seen the film, you remember Anthony, even if you don't know his name. He played the most terrifying hearse driving chauffeur in the history of cinema. But more on that later. 

Should Unforgiven be higher on my list? Quite possibly. But there's still a lot of amazing stuff  to come, so the way I see it, it's a pretty high accolade to be in the top 100 at all.—John

 

Remarks from the Gallery:

Peter: It definitely should be higher on your list. Someday soon I'll tell you why this is one of the greatest movies ever made and I won't even mention the Burnt Offerings guy.

Jack: I remember this was a great movie. At the time it came out, it seemed like a fine capper for Eastwood's career. Who could have predicted he'd have so many more years as a top director? 

Journey Into Strange Tales Issue 192: Atlas/Marvel Science Fiction & Fantasy Comics!

 

The Marvel/Atlas 
Horror Comics

Part 177

January 1961

by Peter Enfantino

and Jack Seabrook

Journey Into Mystery #64

Cover by Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers

"I Dared to Battle... Rorgg, King of the Spider-Men!!"

(a: Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers) ★★

(r: Fear #3)

"I Found the Lair of... the Lizard Men" (a: Don Heck) ★1/2

(r: Fantasy Masterpieces # 6)

"I Must Find Korumbu!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★★

(r: Fear #3)

"Who is the Ape Man?" (a: Paul Reinman) ★

Fourteen-year-old Tim wastes all his time reading those awful Atlas post-code funny books--y'know, the ones about giant termites and three-eyed cyclops and all that rot? His Pop has had enough of Tim's lollygagging and Tim's girlfriend, Ann, is about to give him the boot when a strange phenomenon hits their "small New Mexican town." The entire burg is covered in a thick, impenetrable spider's web. Soon after emerges its creator, Rorgg, King of the Spider-Men!

Rorgg explains that Plaintown is a test site for invaders from a distant galaxy. Rorgg and his spider-men have traveled on a long, long, really long spider-web stretching from planet Rorrgo to Earth. They will determine if the human race is easy to conquer and then radio the next armada to finish the job. But Tim, the brightest in his class thanks to reading all those Atlas comics, puts the invasion to a halt by spraying Rorgg with a stream of DDT. The giant spider keels over dead and the other spiders head home with their thoraxes tucked between their legs. The men ruffle Tim's hair and wonder how they couldn't see the obvious defense from the get-go. Tim goes back to reading Tales of Suspense #15 with Ann impatiently awaiting her turn. I love the goofiness of "Rorgg, the Giant Spider Who Had Eyebrows"; just the fact that DDT works on beings from a dimension or galaxy trillions of light years away gives one hope for our future, no?

Hardened criminal Eric Kane busts out of an African prison camp and ducks into the jungle, looking for shelter. He finds it in a deep mountainside cave. With nothing to lose (and no flashlight!) he heads deep down into the abyss, finally stopping when he lays hands on something slimy in the dark. Eric screams "I Found the Lair of (pregnant pause) the Lizard Men!" Soon, Eric finds the lizard chaps are actually pretty friendly (and also very stupid and gullible) and they show him their principle source of light, a huge diamond! Knowing he'll be king of the heap up on the surface world, the con grabs the rock and hoofs it. Alas, it isn't long before he learns the secret of the lizard dudes: the diamond itself is what transforms a man into a lizard! Now Eric sits alone, alienated from his scaly brethren, wondering if his curse will ever be lifted. So were the other lizard men actually humans from the surface world who had been changed just like Eric or... what? Don't look for answers, my friend.

He might be wealthy, but Hugo Barge (get it? big as a barge!) is also morbidly obese and cruel. After a series of chest pains, Hugo visits the doctor and receives the bad news: he has to stop eating so much! Diets won't help, pills and solutions won't help, and after he visits Europe for "miracle cures," Hugo throws up his fat arms and screams, "Arrrrgh! There must be an easier way to lose weight than giving up my Doritos Nacho Chips and Coke!" A gypsy overhears the fat man whining and tells him there is a foolproof solution: he must visit Korumbu in the swamp. 

Hugo makes his way through the figs and reeds to Korumbu's wagon and confronts the gypsy witch doctor, informing him that if he doesn't fork over the magic potion, he'll tell the cops where the gypsies are hiding. With one gulp, Hugo downs the liquid and heads back to the village, where he begins losing pounds by the minute. In fact, it quickly becomes apparent that, should Hugo Barge stop eating, he will waste away to nothing. Suddenly, Hugo is screaming "I Must Find Korumbu!" Written in decidedly un-PC times, "I Must..." is a perfect example of what comic book scripters could get away with in 1960 as opposed to now. Today, no editor would green light a script with prose as "insensitive" as No two ways about it--Hugo Barge was just plain fat! But unlike most fat people, he was also the meanest man in town! Everyone knows how jolly fat people were back in those days. Fabulous Ditko art (as always).

In the finale, strongman Bruno Storme delights in torturing Kazar, the circus gorilla, for no apparent reason other than Bruno's not a good guy. But Kazar's trainer has got a little something in store for Bruno. By 1961, these comics were safer than TV sitcoms, with no one perishing or suffering much more than bruises. At one point, Bruno picks up Kazar's trainer and tosses him like a rag doll at a nearby metal cage. In the pre-code era, that trainer would have been dead, but here he just shakes it off and thinks, "Why, I'll get that son of a gun one of these days!" Paul Reinman's work, once a pleasure to look at, now stands out like a sore thumb from the art of the other three regulars. It's old fashioned and sketchy.-Peter

Strange Tales #80

Cover by Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko

"What? What? What Was Gargantus!" 

(a: Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko) ★1/2

(r: Creatures on the Loose #17)

"The Things from Dimension X!" (a: Don Heck) ★★

(r: Creatures on the Loose #17)

"The Door They Dare Not Open!" (a: Paul Reinman) ★1/2

"Trapped in the Room of Shadows" (a: Steve Ditko) ★★1/2

(r: Monsters on the Prowl #22)

A deep sea explorer takes a bathysphere down further than anyone has gone before and is surprised to find that his son Billy stowed away onboard. Suddenly, they encounter a humongous creature that appears to be half human and half reptile! The monster is curious about where the bathysphere came from, so it rises to the surface, where it walks onto shore, talking to itself and remarking about its surprise that anything lives above the water.

The creature walks to the airport, where it encounters jet planes, then to the zoo, where it picks up an elephant, then to the outskirts of the city, where the National Guard tries to blast it to Kingdom Come. Nothing works until the creature suddenly collapses, unable to breathe for long out of water.

"What? What? What Was Gargantus!" follows a familiar pattern. There is a splash page where the creature menaces the city, followed by a couple of pages of setup, followed by the creature emerging and heading toward a population center. Eventually, like the Martians in War of the Worlds, a change in atmosphere is fatal. Yawn. The art is rudimentary and the main human character never gets a name. Even the monster's name is a problem--on pages six and seven, it refers to itself as "Gigantus" and a caption on page seven calls it that, but when it keels over, the main character calls it "Gargantus" in the last two panels.

After being fired from his job at Paragon Labs for working on his Dimension Connector during business hours, Lynwood rents a small cabin in the mountains and tries to finish his project. That night, as he sleeps, warriors from Electra cross into our dimension, determined to conquer our race! They zap Lynwood and yak about their plans for world domination until they step out into the night and are confronted by giant, shadowy figures! The aliens are so scared that they scamper back to their own dimension, vowing never to return.

After destroying his machine to forestall any future invasions, Lynwood steps outside, where he sees enormous footprints that lead to nearby Mt. Rushmore. Did the giant stone figures of Washington, Lincoln, Jefferson, and Roosevelt come to live and save our planet?

I must admit I did not see that one coming! "The Things From Dimension X!" benefits from decent art by Don Heck, whose aliens are green and scaly, with horns on their heads, four arms, and big, oval holes in their torsos that I guess are supposed to be their mouths. Heck's monsters are often underwhelming, but these are pretty cool. The conclusion, where the Mt. Rushmore statues come to life, seems like something from an Atlas comic of a few years' before this.

The warden at a modern European prison believes that prisoners will respond positively to fair treatment, so he has the bars removed from their cells and hopes they'll stay in place by word of honor. A tough con named Bruno Zuknik arrives and thinks this is ridiculous, so he breaks his vow and exits by "The Door They Dare Not Open!" That door leads him onto a spaceship and he is taken to another planet to serve out his sentence doing hard labor. After that, his memory will be wiped and he'll be returned to Earth. It turns out that the kindly warden is actually an alien in disguise who has come up with a clever way to supply his planet with free workmen!

It's a fairly clever story, but Paul Reinman's art isn't very interesting and his aliens have pink skin and heads that look like fish.

Sanford Kindwell, the richest man in the world, is also the most generous, and he is determined to find the fabled Wishing Stone that will let him help all mankind. He travels to Tibet, looking for the Stone, and is aided by a guide named Kroger, who secretly wants to steal some of Kindwell's fortune. After a long journey, they find the stone in a hidden cave, but Kroger grabs it away from Kindwell and a cave-in traps the rich man. Kroger escapes and wishes to be the richest man in the world. Suddenly, he feels his spirit moving into Kindwell's body, which means he's now the one who is "Trapped in the Room of Shadows."

The story is nothing new and the conclusion is no surprise, so it's Ditko's art that is the real draw here. In my opinion, he's by far the most exciting artist working at Atlas in 1961.-Jack

Tales of Suspense #13

Cover by Jack Kirby & Steve Ditko

"Elektro! He Held a World in His Iron Grip!" 

(a: Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers) ★★

(r: Where Monsters Dwell #22)

"The Demon in the Dungeon!" (a: Don Heck) ★

(r: Where Monsters Dwell #22)

"I Lived a Million Years!" (a: Paul Reinman) ★

"When the Earth Vanished!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★★

(r: Where Monsters Dwell #25)

Brilliant and really smart scientist Wilbur Poole builds the perfect computer, one that can out-think any human being. When he's finished and it's time for a beer, his personal revelry is interrupted by the computer, taking hold of Wilbur's brain and commanding him to build it a giant robot so that he can take his show on the road.

Helpless to refuse, Wilbur builds the metal behemoth and it breaks out of the lab, heading to the nearest metropolis and naming itself Elektro. There, the giant shows the population its power, atomizing entire cities with a blast from its gamma ray-filled hands. But the further Elektro gets from his creator, the less of a hold it has and Wilbur finally breaks the spell and manages to shut the monster down. Wilbur Poole contemplates the areas man was never supposed to enter and thanks God he has insurance. You gotta hand it to Stan and Jack in that they could come up with four giant monsters every month, but the novelty is beginning to wear off and each script becomes more and more formulaic. Must we have every such story end with a panel of the Earth filled with preachy word balloons?

A best-selling author needs inspiration for his new novel, so he rents a castle in Europe just outside a town where the villagers carry torches and believe in ghoulies and vampires. Just as the writer arrives, a man spots a ten-foot "demon" prowling through the forest and a few of his fellow Vasarians chase the creature to the scribe's castle, where it enters for shelter. The writer approaches the thing and it communicates with him telepathically. Turns out the big guy is just a little alien kid who got lost and his mom and pop come in a spaceship to rescue him. That leaves our best-selling author contemplating the bigotry of mankind. Will the human race ever look up into the skies and embrace someone different? I was just talking about formula and along comes "The Demon in the Dungeon!" If man isn't tampering with nature, he's turning a blind eye to a friendly hand. Don Heck seems to have a template for his monsters.

"I Lived a Million Years!" is a really dumb story about a Chinese dictator who becomes weary of the violence and tension around him. His solution: he forces his scientists to create a suspended animation tube that will keep him alive for one million years. Surely, violence will have been abolished by then and he'll be safe. Ya think? Why one million years? Why not five hundred? One thousand? What I want to know is what gave this dope the idea the world would become more peaceful rather than more dangerous?

Last up, I'm sorry to say Stan polishes off an old chestnut (yet again) for "When the Earth Vanished!" A warring race, the Goloks arrive on Earth to destroy mankind but find nothing but an abandoned white landscape as far as the eye can see. Well, if they can't own the Earth, no one can, so they set off their Ultimate Bomb and are caught in its fiery mushroom cloud. At that second, a little boy remarks to his mother that his ping pong ball has just exploded! Yep, these Goloks were just microscopic warriors! Who'd a thunk? My two-star rating is 100% attached to Steve Ditko's graphics.-Peter

Tales to Astonish #15

Cover by Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers

"I Learned the Dread Secret of the Blip!" 

(a: Jack Kirby & Dick Ayers) ★1/2

(r: Fear #2)(r: Giant-Size Man-Thing #2)

"I Dared Enter the Forbidden World!" (a: Don Heck) ★1/2

(r: Fear #2)(r: Giant-Size Man-Thing #2)

"I Am the Invisible!" (a: Steve Ditko) ★★

(r: Chamber of Darkness #8)

"I Defied the Curse of Tut-Ah-Anka!" (a: Paul Reinman) ★1/2

(r: Fear #2)

A radar operator sees a blip on his screen and soon cries, "I Learned the Dread Secret of the Blip!" It's a great big alien creature that looks like a bolt of lightning with arms and legs and seems to be draining all the electricity in the area. The man tracks down the Blip's location and it explains that it's peaceful and detoured to our planet to recharge its strength. Of course, other humans arrive and take potshots at the Blip, who grows angry at their primitive behavior and scatters them. The Blip locates a dynamo and is able to charge up before leaving Earth to return home. The humans lament their usual bad behavior toward harmless aliens.

We're scraping the bottom of the barrel now in an effort to keep coming up with giant creatures for Kirby to draw as the first story in these comics. The Blip doesn't do much before it leaves and isn't particularly interesting visually. At least we learn a lesson.

On a hunting expedition in Africa, Derek and John find a medallion that features an engraving of a mastodon! Convinced the item holds the secret to locating the elephants' graveyard, they search the area and follow an aged elephant deep into the jungle, where Derek turns on John, shoots his partner in the leg, and goes on alone.

Derek finds a cavern where elephants go to die; it's filled with skeletons and valuable ivory. Sadly, it's also inhabited by Martians, one of whom dropped the medallion during an ill-advised excursion. The Martians explain that animals don't do well on Mars, so they bring mastodons to Earth to breed them and, when they die, the Martians take the useful ivory back to their planet. Derek is enslaved as a laborer indefinitely.

"I Dared Enter the Forbidden World!" is a bit misleading, since Derek really just enters a cavern and finds Martians and mastodons. The aliens' plan seems a bit complicated, doesn't it? They bring mastodons to Earth so they can take the ivory home? That's a lot of travel and work for not much reward. Don Heck's Martians look similar to his other semi-scary aliens and, like all good aliens, they wear pants.

Certain that discovering the secret of invisibility will allow him to dominate the world, Professor Karlos Konak visits Zuka, the witch, who gives him a pair of lenses that will cause invisibility when a ray of light is passed through them. Reversing the lenses causes reappearance. Konak returns to his workshop and successfully tests the lenses on a cat, but when he steps into the ray and vanishes, he is dismayed to discover that everything has become invisible to him and he can't find the lenses to switch them back!

"I Am the Invisible" consists of a splash page and four pages of a story that is dependent on its twist ending, which is a letdown. Ditko's art is reliably excellent.

On the run from the cops in Egypt, a crook doesn't listen to a warning about entering a certain place and is able to boast that "I Defied the Curse of Tut-Ah-Anka!" Laughing at the idea of a curse, the man succeeds in escaping from the police, wins the sweepstakes, and becomes the richest man in town after he returns to the U.S. and invests in the stock market. He moves to Europe, buys a castle, and settles into a comfortable life of leisure, not realizing that it's all a fantasy and he's really been in an Egyptian hospital ever since the ancient gas in the cursed tomb penetrated his lungs!

A clever twist is all this story has going for it. It makes one think, though--would it be so bad to be in the main character's position?-Jack

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