Showing posts with label Larry Leiber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Larry Leiber. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 February 2026

Tales to Astonish #38

 "The ants will not be able to resist the temptation I offered! For I have appealed to their greed, and their vanity!"

Yep, ants. Definitely known for their, er, greed and vanity... 

That said, if you accept the sheer bonkersness of it all- which we shall certainly get to- this is rather good. Moderately important villain Egghead is introduced, and he's a surprisingly decent character- his genius undermined by his careless arrogance. It's a nice touch that the story occurs from his point of view as he tries to set his trap for Ant-Man, with Henry Pym not even appearing until page five. 

I love how he's introduced- it's known, but can't be proved, that he's tried to sell atomic secrets to the highest bidder. I assume he could just deny it and keep his job, but nope, arrogance it is, so he's forced to use his apparent genius for criminal purposes.

And so Egghead learns, as Pym did before him, to communicate with the ants. And, er, yes, it's all electronic, but he communicates with them in rather nuanced and abstract concepts which, I assume, would require some kind of language. That's a stretch in itself. But, er, how come he, and indeed Pym, seems to speak fluent ant? Best not to ponder such things. Or indeed how ancient his car looks from the vantage point of 2026.

It's a rather neat and fitting resolution- Egghead defeats himself by his own arrogance, not realising that the ants are Pym's willing friends... although he does rather make them do things that are not great for their wellbeing. But, again, perhaps not dwelt on. By the standards of 1962, this medium hardly being seen as great art at the time (I know: Marvel will get better), this is one of the better Ant-Man offerings. 

Friday, 20 February 2026

Journey into Mystery #87

 "Imbecile! You will pay for this blundering!"

This is... well, it's an utterly inconsequential placeholder with Thor versus, you guessed it, Soviet communists. Eminently skippable, as there are no wider implications as to Marvel lore and there only so many ways one can comment on the use of communists as crude, one note cartoon villains. 

So we get another outing for the Donald Blake / Jane /Thor ironic love triangle. We also get strong indicators, once again, that Thor is basically just Donald Blake wielding the powers of the ancient thunder god. Although, despite the strong early indications that this is the case, with Don being the one who decides to use himself as bait to investigate the scientists disappearing behind the Iron Curtain, we end with Thor asking Odin to destroy the Soviet fortress in what must be the most literally deus ex machina scene yet.

We do, it must be said, have a pit of sharks, which is splendid. But, unless you happen to be a fellow completist, this is eminently skippable. 

Wednesday, 18 February 2026

Strange Tales #103

 "Guess again, Zemu! I have a lot of powers you don't know about..."

These Human Torch stories seem to be very simple, formulaic and reek of Saturday morning cartoons... and this is no exception. Interesting that the Torch still seems to be of school age, but otherwise there's little of wider relevance here. Oh, and it is, of course, utterly bonkers.

A load of new houses are sinking, but not from something like running sand. Indeed, there seem to be rumours of "swamp demons". Johnny investigates... and, yep, it's aliens from the Fifth Dimension, no less, whose generic dictator Zemu wants to invade the Earth, because that's what alien baddies do.

Not much really happens- the Torch is captured and placed in a liquid tank, but in a bloody jammy stroke of luck he's freed by rebels, and is able to take the fight to Zemu by using a series of obscure powers he has which are highly convenient to the plot. Oh, and he incites a rebellion by sky writing... they read English in the Fifth Dimension then? But let us not open the "how come these aliens all speak English" can of worms.

So... yeah, thirteen formulaic and eminently skippable pages that I'm blogging only for the sake of completeness.