YouTube user Peter Nottage has posted an excellent mash up of Peter Capaldi’s foul mouthed Malcolm Tucker of The Thick Of It appearing to negotiate his way across the the Doctor Who universe with companion Clara in tow. While it is highly unlikely that Stephen Moffat would actually write The Doctor in this manner, I think it would be a welcome change from having The Doctor babble on about that which is “wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff” for fuck’s sake.

And, for those of you who continue to prefer lighter DW fare, in the vein of fish fingers and custard, I have something for you after the jump.

steranko_raidersWe don’t have a lot of time here today at the Crisis On Infinite Midlives Home Office – we are venturing out for a staff meeting with contributor Lance Manion which will consist of story conferences (translation: one of us will say, “Did you see the latest issue of Saga? Wasn’t it awesome?”), research (“Show me the cosplayer pictures you took at SDCC… dontcha have any Power Girls or Huntresses, for Christ’s sake?”), and a little social drinking. Or at least that will be the affirmative defense that we enter at the arraignment.

However, we did find this little thing I’d like to pass along: YouTube user 2ndMyMediaSource has uploaded parts of the early 90s episode of Young Indiana Jones where Harrison Ford appeared to reprise his role as Indy.

The video’s only seven minutes long, and spends even a little too much of that focusing on Indy as a teenager for my tastes, but it is a nice rarely-seen taste of Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones, considering it has been nearly a quarter century since the release of Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade, which means it has been far too long since we’ve seen Indiana Jones. Yup. 25 whole years since Ford has played Indy. Only three Indiana Jones movies were made. Just a trilogy. And I’d like to thank Lucasfilm for including, in their Indiana Jones Blu-Ray set, that extra disc that I could use as a coaster. That extra disc with nothing on it. Yes indeedy.

Anyway, you can get this extra taste of the real Indiana Jones after the jump.

…actually, you can’t. 2ndMyMediaSource has disabled embedded on the video. But it’s still worth watching, and you can check it out right on the guy’s YouTube channel.

scarlet_spider_20_cover_2013superior_spider-man_team_up_2_cover_2013Clones. I hate those guys.

Ever since Doctor Octopus took over Peter Parker’s body, started calling himself the Superior Spider-Man and violented himself up, it was only a matter of time before somebody put him face to face with Kaine, the Scarlet Spider – the version of Spider-Man who was already violented up. After all, the comic reading public has since proven that they will pay to see different versions of Spider-Man tuning each other up. It started with The Amazing Spider-Man #149, back in October, 1975, the first time Spider-Man fought a cloned version of himself, and continued, on and on, through the creation of Venom, and then Carnage, and then the return of that original Spider-Clone. And then the Clone Saga.

The Goddamned, everfucking Clone Saga.

Anyway, there wasn’t a hope in hell of getting through this Doc Ock incarnation of Spider-Man without someone spending some time having him knock around, and get knocked around by, Scarlet Spider. And frankly, I wasn’t looking all that forward to it; again, only 15 years ago, Marvel had one Spider-Man punch another, and they spent the next year and a half dragging it out until they all but knocked the title’s dick in the dirt. So in my mind’s eye, I was expecting a multi-issue extravaganza, dragged out over weeks if not months with big fights and constant wondering who the real Spider-Man was at any given time.

So imagine my surprise when the inevitable fight between these two guys was done in just two issues, both available on the same day, with some decent believable interplay between the two, and a common enemy to fight.

Of course, that enemy is The Jackal, who started the whole damn clone business in the first place. Oh: and a bunch of other clones.

Dirty, stinking clones.

infinity_1_cover_2013300439282For years, whenever Marvel kicked off a big event comic, they made a point of swearing before God and everybody that the story could be read on its own, without needing to track down a bunch of other comics to understand what’s going on. It was all bullshit, of course; be it Civil War or Secret Invasion or Avengers Vs. X-Men, the second the event kicked off, it crossed into every title Marvel published. Sure, you didn’t need to read those other comics to understand the whole story, provided you were okay with taking certain things you saw on faith. Things like just assuming that, somewhere in the gutters of the main title, D-Man obtained the Infinity Gauntlet while Batroc The Leaper’s big toes were turned to Mrs. Dash Onion Seasoning.

That, however, was the past. Welcome to Infinity, a book not only with a final page consisting of a diagram telling you what other comic books you should be following to get the whole story, but one which, if you haven’t been reading both Jonathan Hickman’s Avengers and New Avengers since launch day, will be difficult to follow from the first page. Which is fine for people like me who have been getting those books all along, but which isn’t exactly welcoming to any poor schmuck who wanders into a comic store after, say, seeing The Wolverine, and saying to himself, “Ooh! That comic has the dude from the credits of The Avengers movie!”

And that wouldn’t be a bad thing if Infinity #1 was character-driven, and gave you compelling people to follow through this unfamiliar scenario. Unfortunately, this book is all about plot and putting pieces into place to eventually blow some shit up. And the characters are simply pushed through this clockwork, normally almost indistinguishable from each other except for the colors of their costumes.

Hell, one of the main heroes of the story is featured in a four-page sequence where he is asleep, for Christ’s sake.

Well, here we are: at the start of Jonathan Hickman’s crossover event that he’s been teasing since his first issue of Avengers several months ago. And sure enough, a quick glance shows that it includes Ex Nihilo and Captain Universe and Thanos… and the claim that there are no Avengers to be found anyplace. Meaning that either we are due for a miniseries where The Avengers swoop back to save Earth in the nick of time, or else we are in for a miniseries where Damage Control makes enough money to buy blowjobs from Bill Gates, in between scenes of Thanos’s plans for world domination being threatened by the danger that can only be posed by Squirrel Girl swinging a tire iron.

We will address Infinity #1 tomorrow, but the fact that we have it in hand means that it is Wednesday. And Wednesday means that this…

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…means the end of our broadcast day.

And even if Infinity wasn’t in the stack, we still have a very, very decent take here. There’s a new issue of East of West (also by Hickman), a new Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples, another issue of The Walking Dead where a planet full of zombies and survivors can’t seem to kill Negan, another chapter in Scott Snyder’s and Greg Capullo’s Batman: Zero Year, and a bunch of other awesome-looking stuff!

But you know how this works: before we can talk about any of them, we need time to read them. So while we embark upon that endeavor…

…see you tomorrow, suckers!

francavilla_breaking_bad_1_02-1575002348Last night was the premiere for the first episode of the final (half) season of Breaking Bad, and we celebrated like any fan: by being in southern Florida, no more than three minutes drive in any random direction from a meth lab.

We did not, however, celebrate it by watching the new episode. We are among the latecomers to the show, thanks to a TiVo that recorded the first season and, before we could watch them, fell apart like, well, Krazy-8 in an acid-filled bathtub. So we are still catching up (we are, as we speak, watching season four episode Bug, so no one tell us how Walter beats Gus. We are assuming Walter beats Gus, since there is a fifth season. Unless the fifth season is about Badger watching a lot of Ice Road Truckers, but even if it is, do not fucking tell me), but that doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy some of the ancillary benefits of the show’s fandom.

You know, like Crisis On Infinite Midlives personal favorite pulp artist Francesco Francavilla’s episode posters for the show. Posters that have been collected and given as gifts to the cast and crew of the show.

The Crisis On Infinite Midlives Home Office is currently in transist through the hinterlands of deepest, darkest Florida. While we make our journey back to what we hope will be air conditioned,  beer heavy climes, please enjoy this School House Rock inspired video that warns of the dangers of buying a new gaming console at launch.

Meantime, pray for us.

Via The Mary Sue

detective_comics_23_cover_2013-230126755When it comes to Batman continuity in the post New 25 / Grant Morrison world, DC Comics really needs to get its shit together. Because for an editorial division that seems, based on constant hirings and firings and reports of last-minute story changes, to want to keep their hands on their creators’ throttles (assuming “throttles” is what we’re calling them now), they really don’t seem to know what’s happening in their own books at any given time.

Just last week, Morrison completed his story arc on Batman Incorporated. That series, as you might be able to tell somewhat by its title, is ostensibly about Bruce Wayne’s public financing of not only Batman, but an army of regional Batman around the world. The events of Batman Incorporated are, at least in part, considered canon throughout the DC Universe, given the sheer number of recent issues I’ve read about Batman moping over the death of Damian. The introduction to this series was a scene, written by one of DC’s most popular creators, where Bruce Wayne calls a press conference to announce that he is the man who finances Batman.

Welcome to Detective Comics #23, an issue where a significant plot point hinges on the idea that Bruce Wayne’s financing of Batman’s arsenal isn’t common knowledge. But the good news is that giant continuity flaw is almost enough to mask the other gaping plot holes in the issue.

Smells like Dunkin Donuts and nerd spirit. Try not to breathe.

This was taken at 9:45am, when the line to get in was only curling around one side of the building.

Rob and I attended this year’s Boston Comic Con last weekend. We were pleased to have Pixiestyx and Trebuchet accompany us and not just because Trebuchet offered to drive on Saturday. It’s exciting to see a convention through the eyes of someone who hasn’t been to one before. And while we didn’t get to every creator or panel we had originally intended, a good time was generally had by all.

Rob and I have been attending San Diego Comic-Con for the past several years. It would be very easy to turn this post into a comparative study of Boston versus San Diego, but it wouldn’t be particularly fair. San Diego is the mega prom of all geekdom. Really, it is several conventions for fans of all stripes all crammed under one roof. You like movies? Go pack some Depends and hang out in Hall H. Like TV? Please direct yourself to Ballroom 20. Cosplay enthusiast? Action figure collector? Gamer? We’ve got panels for you, too. Oh, and there’s still programming for those who come because they love comic books. But, San Diego has taken on such a life of its own that it’s almost more like SXSW now. Alternative programming, such as Wootstock, Geek And Sundry, and Trickster, has spilled out into venues around Gaslamp and the surrounding neighborhoods. The number of options is mind boggling and, at times, overwhelming.

Boston Comic Con was a refreshing return to what a comics convention is supposed to be about: comics.