Monday, May 26, 2008

Happy Birthday, Peter Cushing.




Like most of you, i first watched the man in late night Hammer horror movies, and was instantly beguiled by his screen presence. Tense and gaunt, his face seemed sculpted for his roles as Dr. Frankenstein and Van Helsing. And as a kid, I was especially impressed how such a refined and small-framed actor could leap and fight with startling athletic agility.


But what i love him for, is how much nobility he gave to the horror genre.

He took it seriously - made you believe in it. He didn't have contempt for the material, even in some of his more shoddy films, he always performed with sincerity and dignity. And i was always convinced - he never broke the 'spell'.

And his eyes, one minute full of menace, next, tender, warm, and sad. Eyes that could belong to a devil or a saint. And he played both, meticulously.



Pure class.
Happy Birthday, Peter.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Doomwatch

I have a serious love of watching movies, and if I'm not drawing or sleeping, it's mostly what i like to spend my time doing. And, when possible, myself and girlfriend, Suzanne, like to venture out from the marshlands and into the multiplex.
Well, this we did on Thursday, originally planning to see Speed Racer, since we're both fans of the cartoon series, and the movie version looked quite splendid. But the early showing was too early, and the late was too late. So, we looked for a substitute, and decided to give Doomsday a go, and...
Thing is, i like to talk about movies too, or, usually the case, argue about movies, and often i feel compelled to express my opinions either as a recommendation, or a warning. Don't usually bother with reviews on this blog, others do it full time proper like, and life's too short, but, i was so thoroughly bored and underwhelmed by Doomsday, that i felt i had no choice to tell the world(or the tiny, tiny part of it that reads my posts.).



Neil Marshall is a very talented writer and director, who previously gave us Dog Soldiers and The Descent. Two top-notch examples of what can be done with a vigorous style, imagination and an extremely tight budget(Tom Cruise's lunch money), two movies that quickly became cult favourites, and with The Descent, I'd hold it up as one of the finest horror movies that's come out of the UK. All the more reason why Doomsday was so bloody awful.



It's kinda like Neil Marshall came home one night, after reminiscing with his mates about 80's movies, then, pissed as a fart, over a kebab and a joint, wrote the sub-computer game bollocks that became his movie. And what plot he bothered with, you've all seen before, and seen better done, in the films he was 'referencing' and riffing on; Mad Max 2, Escape from New York, 28 Days Later , etc.


I've got nothing against a movie that is a love letter to other movies, everything these days is some homage/tribute/pastiche to something that's gone before, even if it's not intentional, some movies have such an iconic power, they burn themselves into your subconscious.
And if you wanna pay tribute to your favorite movies, or a golden slice of your childhood, again, fair nuff, and Marshall gives us plenty of that, whether its his bad ass heroine Eden Sinclair doing a Snake Plissken, complete with a pseudo John Carpenter synth soundtrack, or Highlander-like sword fights. But a lot of what he's done here is scene after scene of blatant plagiarism, scenes all nicked from superior movies. The end car chase with the punk cannibals is a reduced version of the end of Mad Max 2, i mean, right down to camera angles and choreography.
Not sure if Neil Mashall would be flattered if someone copied scenes from The Descent and Dog Soldiers and slapped them together as their own movie.


What could've helped is if he added something new, or gave it a fresh twist, something extra to the mix to make up for everything stunningly unoriginal about it, his previous movies showed he knew his stuff; he could write good dialogue, shoot exciting, moody and dramatic scenes. But Doomsday is lazily scripted, sloppily conceived, and never really pulls you in cus it's got no cohesive narrative, and you just don't give a shit about the characters.
Maybe it wasn't Neil Marshall, maybe it was a kinda Frankenstein monster director, sewn up from parts of John Carpenter, James Cameron, Walter Hill, George Miller - many parts, but no whole.


And, really, mo-hawked punks with tribal tattoos and piercings, in leather and bondage gear is NOT shocking, NOT scary, might've bin a little 'edgy' in the 80's, when nobody had done this stuff before, but it's commonplace sight in 2008, it's a fashion, a 'look' - Aunties have lip piercings! Marilyn Manson has his own action figures - the counter culture is now the shop-counter culture. Those scenes of 'crazed punks' shaking their pierced tongues, and trying to look threatening, made me cringe with embarrassment - cannibal chavs in ragged shell suits and hoodies would be scarier - or at least more accurate.
Truth is, the 'alternative' scene is mostly full of quiet skinny boys who buy fake guns, hang around Games Workshop and write shit poems for their goth girlfriend who works at Tesco. God bless em.

But, maybe that's who the film is for, teenagers who really dig stuff like Resident Evil, think tattoos are 'hard' and have never seen a really good 80's action flick.

Doomsday bad. Not good. Very poor. Waste of money. And time. Worst movie I've seen all year.

I feel better now.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Mike Western RIP

Only just heard that Mike Western has died, last week, at the age of 83.

For those who don't know, Mike was one of the last of the old guard, a true great of the British comics industry. A time when we actually had shelves full of weekly adventure/humour comics like Valiant, Lion, Victor, Buster and Cor!!

He started working in comics back in the 50's, drawing for numerous titles and covering a whole range of stuff, from action to slapstick, including stand out runs on The Wild Wonders and Darkie's War.

For me, it wasn't until i was doing Albion that i really came to appreciate and see the abundant talent the fella had. Part of my research was spent reading/re-reading 60's and 70's weeklies and annuals.
...and I fell madly in love with his art.
 
He could do playful, funny stuff, in a lovely fluid, exaggerated style, then you'd have the rich and realistic mood and rendering of his war stories. Whatever he was doing, it was strong, confidant and full of energy.
I learnt a lot from his art, and it partly helped cement my belief that an artist does NOT have to put his style in stasis: instead, you just draw to suit the subject. Change the flavour.
 



Today, looking at a pile of his strips (and gorgeous painted covers), impressed me all over again. Felt sad too, i really miss those comics and seeing artwork of this calibre.
 

Friday, May 16, 2008

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

Oakley cover art, coming your way soon...







Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Highly strung

The strip i did with Steve Niles will be in Cthulhu Tales #2, out around the end of May. Grab your red crayon and scribble it on the calender.


It's called The Hiding Place, and I'm not really spoiling anything by showing you the opening page - it gets a LOT nastier than just a good choking.



Saturday, April 19, 2008

I'm a sucker for tentacles

I know. Looooooooooooooooooooooooong time, no blog. For weeks, i haven't had a spare moment to post anything, and when i did, my pals Tiscali and BT saw to it that i couldn't, but mostly I've bin mad bastard busy.


One of the projects that had me chained to the drooling board was an 8-page strip, written by Steve Niles. It's for a future issue of Cthulhu Tales, an ongoing monthly anthology inspired by the works and worlds of H.P. Lovecraft - and it's a real corker; a full-page hanging, multiple murders, mutilation, black magic, and, yes, lots of slime and tentacles.


It was a thrill to do, cept the colouring; not just cus it was the first time I've coloured a complete strip, but cus of the ridiculous, almost farcical, near endless list of technical problems i dealt with , day after maddening day.


I cannot begin to list the horrors, but let's say i nearly took a hammer to my computer AND my skull, that i bungee jumped into the abyss, that i nearly threw in the towel. Let's say that Steve cursed the script to test me; and undernourished, teeth-clenched, whisky-soaked and half mad with sleep-deprived delirium, i passed my trial by fire/got thru my initiation. And now I'm a better man.


Although it was a complete nightmare to finish and deliver(thank you for your patience, Mr.Waid - you are a gent!)I'm really chuffed with it, and gotta say it's the best short story I've ever worked on. Ticked all the boxes, pressed all my buttons. And if you have a pulse, i'm sure it'll do something similiar for you.


Can't show too much of the finished strip, but ere's a few panels...






Don't know which issue it's gonna be in, soon as i do, I'll let you know.


Saturday, March 08, 2008

Pre-production sketches

Can't really post any pics from the stuff i'm working on right now; instead i'd like to share some pre-production sketches from last year. It's for a cracking story/idea by the multi-talented Mark Wheatley(go check out EZ Street at http://www.comicmix.com/title/ez-street/) and a project i'm hoping to get back to, very soon.

Even though these(and many more)were done real quick, without fuss or much finesse, i really got into the 'unfinished' look.






Wednesday, February 27, 2008

House sale!

Some art I'm selling; three pages from The Fall of the House of Usher, at £55 each, which includes p&p and a signed print.

Page 12
Page 13
Page 16
 
The Curse, £35

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

A little bit of Oakley across your chest


Presenting the first t-shirt drawn by yers gruelly(confidently modelled by veterinarian Olaf Skullsplitter), especially designed for all those who love Zombie-based apparel, or have macabre tastes in general. And i know the picture is difficult to make out, that's cus it GLOWS IN THE DARK!!! You can also get it on stickers, and, believe it or don't - on a set of dice!


Later this year, for all those who have no affection for things-that-glow, or anything that makes referance to the eating of students, there's gonna be a version with just the art - no text, no glowing.


Go on over to http://www.kingzombie.com/ and spend money on some cool stuff.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Waaaugh!


Didn't set out to make my blog an obituary, i planned to post some art yesterday, but i found out that Steve Gerber had died on Sunday, February 10th, aged 60. But i couldn't put stuff into words, i was genuinely, sincerely, too upset. And considering i never knew the man personally, or even met him, i was struck with how much the news choked me up.

Then i looked at some of his works; Man-Thing, The Defenders and Howard The Duck, and then i understood.


I grew up with him.



The 70's, for me, was the golden age of Marvel Comics; i read em by the wheelbarrow full. Back then, they really were 'The House of Ideas' - offering some of the best art, best writers and an intoxicating and eclectic choice of titles; with the superheroes we had horror anthologies, westerns, sci-fi, sword and sorcery, kung fu, giant monsters, humour, adaptions of classic novels and movies...and Howard The Duck.

Steve Gerber had me hooked instantly, same with his run on Defenders; he didn't just write great characters - he wrote great PEOPLE(and Ducks). And his stories/plots/ideas were like nothing you'd ever read before; subversive, surreal, anarchic, creepy, weird, satirical, funny, personal, poignant; always turning your expectations around, and comic book conventions inside out.




His comics are probably some of my all time favorites, i know I'd put Howard in my Top 5, and I'd put Steve Gerber, next to Alan Moore, Will Eisner and Archie Goodwin, as among the finest, boldest, most heartfelt writers the comics industry has EVER seen.

A very small roll call indeed.

Thanks for the trip, Steve.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Goodbye, Roy Scheider


Sad start to the day; hearing of the death, at 75, of actor Roy Scheider, best remembered for his outstanding performance as Chief Martin Brody in Jaws.

Always enjoyed watching him on the screen, and I'd sit thru anything with his name attached(and, yeah, i even liked Blue Thunder), he had something 'old Hollywood' about him; like Bogart, Kirk Douglas or George C. Scott. A real rough charm and sturdy screen presence.

And like a real trooper he was working up until his death, and the killer shark aside, he's got a long list of films on his CV, and I'd highly recommend you catch him in Last Embrace and All That Jazz, cus he was a LOT more than just 'that guy in Jaws', a lot more.




Saturday, January 26, 2008

Dig Me Later, Vampira


Only found out a few days ago that Maila Nurmi died on January 10. Although she had a long career in modelling and acting, Maila will always be best remembered as Vampira - America's first horror hostess - and iconic 'undead girl' in Ed Wood's Plan 9 from Outer Space.

Along with Morticia Addams, her pale skin and tight black dress inspired the look of a zillion goths.


...and a picture in tribute, RIP Vampira.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Draw more comics(and tidy up)

Like a lot of you, come the arrival of a new year, I've sat down, thunked hard, made a list of resolutions, then proudly let them rip in a volley of verve and determination.

And like a lot of you, i give 'em up on January 2nd.

I even failed in a resolution to NEVER make any resolutions, so this time I'm keeping it realistic; I'm not gonna try and learn to play the piano(i CAN actually do the theme from Jaws), or build a Victorian folly at the bottom of the garden, or A-Z my comic book collection, or go the gym, or got to bed early, or read more books, or drink less whisky.

All i aim to do, promise to do, swear to do - is DRAW more comic strips. Did a lot of drawing in 2007, but not near enuff drawings in little boxes that tell a story. So far it's looking good - in less than 3 weeks - I've secured a coupla tasty comic strip gigs, and there's promise of more to come.

I'll share the details, soon.

Other than that, i VOW to sort out the piles of crap/junk/stuff that fills every inch of our home. We don't have room to swing a cat(or in our case, a very small dog), or more importantly, the room for any new crap/junk/stuff...

First to go; a shitload of VHS tapes, but some of the cover art I'm keeping.

This is why...



Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Nothing much, but at least they're new...

Nothing much, but at least they're new...





Monday, January 07, 2008

Out with the old, erm, in with the old...

Almost a week-and-half into 2008 and i have absolutely NOTHING new to offer, so ere's a few sketches/doodles from last year...












Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Thing is...

Last pic of 2007. Inspired by an umpteenth viewing of John Carpenter's The Thing.

NO agonizing with this one...it's 'ordinary' stuff that's hard to draw.


Speak to you in 2008 - cheers!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Seasons Screechings!!

For near FOUR days we've bin unable to get online.

Tiscali..crap..sigh...etc.

Belated best to you and yers.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Words AND pictures

In the interest of artistic integrity, journalistic accuracy and filling space, I'd like to address and amend my last post, for the record; curse or no gypsy curse, i HAVE bin plagued with ill health and misfortune, most of the misfortune resulting from ill health, and some ill health resulting from misfortune.

I've only bin dumped once, which I'm eternally grateful for(but at the time i felt like a puddle of piss ).

My career IS always stalling or taking a nosedive, due to some 'ill health and misfortune', but mostly down to my ever-growing disillusionment with an ever-increasingly shoddy industry; dumb and dull PlayStation-generation comics, editors who change minds at the last minute, and writers who never keep their word.
And sometimes, there's just better things to do.

My first rented property had a leaky roof AND a leaky ceiling. More the fault of dope-loving cowboy builders than a gypsy curse(though they could've bin related.)

Our boiler has never conked out, good job, since I'm not even sure where it is.

In the last five years the TV has bin replaced once, cus we wanted a bigger one - the screen is a lot easier to hit with a sponge house brick

Yes, broke specs many times, and also dropped a contact lense down the bog.

Burn toast often(that's how the birds like it), good job there's no batteries in the smoke alarm, cus my ears would be bleeding.

Don't miss doctors appointments, just turn up late, or on the wrong day.

There's no such thing as 'buses'.

Yeah, forget a lot of birthdays, but never my own.

Tread in dog shit rarely(even though we have a dog and a garden full of poo-mines) - usually it's cat shit.

Never walked into a lamppost, but I've seen a lamppost walk.

Don' drink red wine, but spilling Ribena is just as bad.

Never burn my hands since years of intense pencil-squeezing have robbed them of feeling...

Editors and writers - see above.

Only crashed the computer once, but we were drunk and well over the speed limit.

And, yes, like the sun going down, and the moon a-rising, Tiscali and Blogger remain forever shite.

Better add some pictures quick...

Son of Droop.


Cousin of Droop.



Sketching a look for two vampire characters, for a comic in progress.


Monday, December 03, 2007

Eight red pegs

Years and years ago it happened; a frail old Gypsy woman knocked at my front door. Normally when I'm at the drawing board i ignore knocks and phone calls(or, in most cases, can't hear over the music), but that day, for some strange, uncharacteristic reason, i stopped what i was doing and answered the door.


Don't know why; it could've bin a double-glazing salesman, or a Jehovah's witness, but maybe i thort it was the Fed Ex man with a box full of complementary comics from across the seas, or an over sized gift from an adoring fan.


Whatever the reason, it's one i will forever regret.


The tiny bent woman, laden with bags and battered shopping trolley, stood looking up at me, with a toothless grin she wished me the best of the day, then tried to sell me a bath sponge.


I nodded a 'no thanks'.


Then she tried to sell me some tea towels, then some biro's, then cotton buds, and...and i kept nodding the no thanks nod. Each nod more forceful than the last, and slowly i started to inch the door shut. She persisted, her hand holding out a bag of eight red pegs, reaching past the door frame and into the 'personal space' of my home. I'd had enough, my patience was gone, i swore under my breath and pushed on the door, nearly trapping her hand.


Just as the door shut i saw her face glaring at me, her left eye yellow and wide, the pupil tiny and black. And that's when it happened, that's the moment. That's when i was cursed.


The gypsy cast a black spell. And i was cursed.
Since that day.

That's why I've suffered ill health and misfortune. That's why girlfriends have dumped me, why my career is always stalling and taking nosedives, why my roof leaked, why my boiler conked out, why I've replaced my TV four times in five years, why i broke my specs, why i always burn the toast and miss doctor's appointments and buses and birthdays. That's why I'm always treading in dog shit, walking into lampposts, spilling red wine on carpets, burning my hands on saucepans. And it's why editors and writers ignore my e-mails, and why the computer crashes, why sometimes i can't get on line and why sometimes i cant FUCKING post pictures on this blog!


'Technical difficulties', that's horseshit, it's the CURSE, it's not Tiscali or Blogger, it's bad magic.
No eight red pegs, no Uggly Monday, no Freaky Friday.

Careful next time there's a knock at YOUR door...