In perhaps the all-time least pretentious description by a credible source of a Pulitzer-winning novel, a Washington Post Book World cover blurb touts Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay as “absolutely gosh-wow”. I recently read Kavalier and Clay for the first time in nearly a decade, and yeah, “gosh-wow” still pretty well covers it. More relevant to our focus today is that The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay is a gushing love letter to comic books; just as Scott McCloud in his seminal Understanding Comics suggests that “to kill a man between panels is to condemn him to a thousand deaths”, Chabon in The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay wonders at “the infinitely expandable and contractible interstice of time that lay between the panels of a comic book page”. This literary foreplay left me eager to explore the comic book medium at its most daring, experimental and transcendent.
All I’ve got handy is Acclaim’s Quantum and Woody.
Quantum and Woody
Quantum and Woody is the story of two superheroes: Eric is the driven, earnest, disciplined partner, while Woody is the streetwise smartass. Eric is African American; Woody is European American. Eric’s superhero name is Quantum; Woody’s superhero name is Woody. Quantum and Woody bicker with one another and they try to fight crime and they say and do things that are kind of comical, but nowhere near as comical as they seemed in 1997. Or maybe Quantum and Woody’s antics are just as funny (or unfunny) as they always were—perhaps they were just more amusing when I was 19.
Alas, yes, Quantum and Woody has aged poorly, and in a manner that proves challenging for the essayist; it’s not audaciously bad, it’s mostly just limp. Most of Quantum and Woody’s humor is juvenile and obvious—as when Eric says, “Tell me again when you drop dead from the toxicity” and Woody replies, “Eric, it doesn’t matter whose titty”—and its ostensibly touching scenes have the feel of the Very Special Episode pandering of ‘80s sitcoms; a flashback to Woody’s childhood with his junkie sister and drunken pederast father is reminiscent of the over-the-top child abuse imagery in certain issues of Todd McFarlane’s Spawn.
I had it in mind that Christopher Priest wrote the series and MD Bright provided the illustrations, but each issue’s credits seem to suggest that the pair collaborated on both the art and writing chores, and the clashing art styles from issue to issue and even within a given issue seem to back this up. I do not know which of the two was responsible for which pages or panels, but the artwork is distractingly inconsistent. At times the series boasts a clean, thick-lined style that is very pleasing and fun, while other pages feature characters with excessively cross-hatched faces and anatomically awkward stick-up-the-butt poses right out of, again, Todd McFarlane’s Spawn. (If you can procure a copy of the second issue, compare Woody’s appearance on page five with his appearance on page 22—they almost seem like different species.)
Priest and Bright frequently place too much dialogue in a given panel, which is to say that there is dialogue in panels that should have no dialogue at all. An example from the first issue occurs on page 22: Eric and Woody blame one another for the dissolution of their friendship 15 years ago, and the emotions escalate until Woody punches Eric. This should be a silent panel, but instead Woody manages to say all of the following while he punches Eric once in the face: “You—moron! I lived next door to you! When did I ever call you on the phone?! I never wrote because my mom said you’d moved away!”
The odd couple contrast between the two heroes still provides an occasional chuckle. Quantum carries “Tactical field material, survival gear, evidence containers” and “comm link apparatus with redundant subroutines”, while Woody carries a beretta and a zippo, and when the two scale a skyscraper like Burt Ward and Adam West in the old Batman TV series, a crowd gathers on the street below and chants “Jump! Jump!” while a policeman pleads with Quantum and Woody not to kill themselves, assuring them that “all couples go through some rough spots”. The mildly postmodern gags are still a hoot, as well, as when Eric says “The chamber—the field modulators must be transforming us—from matter to energy—!” and Woody replies, “Wow, that’s amazing—I’da probably come up with—AAAAAAHHHH—!—or something similar.”
During the inevitable heroes-switch-bodies issue—the teaser in the preceding issue reads simply, “C’mon—you knew we had to do it”—Eric and Woody are so wary of touching one another’s penis that when it comes time to pee, they ultimately decide that it’s best for Woody-in-Eric’s-Body to use Eric’s hand to hold Woody’s penis and Eric-in-Woody’s-body to use Woody’s hand to hold Eric’s penis. Inevitably, a stranger walks in on this unlikely scene, leading to the most comical and least convincing instance of Woody’s oft-repeated disclaimer: “We’re not a couple”.
But Woody’s jokes are too often contrived or off-putting or cliché, as is so commonly the case with superhero battlefield banter. In the eighth issue, he arrives at a tense hostage crisis in a blast of energy beams and says, “‘Sup. Somebody order a pizza?” On the next page, he places a gun in a hostage’s face in the mistaken belief that she is one of the terrorists. Turns out she’s a cop, and so the real terrorist among the hostages points a gun at the back of Woody’s head. With his gun under the policewoman’s chin and with a terrorist’s gun pointed at the back of his skull, Woody says to the policewoman, “I was thinking later, we maybe get a drink or something.” In the fifth issue, a policeman says, “We just got an emergency call—we could use a hand.” Woody applauds.
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