Goodnight Kiss

(Reprints: Judge Dredd stories from 2000 AD Progs 800-803, 830 and 940-948)

We're getting toward the end of Garth Ennis's initial run on Judge Dredd--when Case Files 19 comes out, it'll only include eight of his episodes--and since that's not due out for a few months yet, this week we're veering to one of two different books that have reprinted Prog 830's "Enter Jonni Kiss." (The other one is Hamlyn's Babes in Arms, a collection of material drawn by Greg Staples; this one gets the nod for also including the otherwise unreprinted "Goodnight Kiss.")

Around 2001, Titan (which had earlier been the main source for 2000 AD book-format reprints, then gave way to Hamlyn for a few years) went back to publishing a handful of Dredd books. Ennis was already a big name by that point, thanks to the success of Preacher--which was reprinted in the Megazine--and Hitman, among other projects. So one of Titan's initiatives was reprinting the better part of Ennis's Dredd run (and some other material from around that time) in a series of uniform oversized paperbacks, including this one, arranged thematically.

What the 2001-2003 Titan books, as well as Hamlyn books before them, have going for them is that they're big, and have really nice paper and reproduction. (They tend to be relatively slim, though.) And as awesome as it is to have many more old 2000 AD stories affordably in print than ever before thanks to Rebellion's reprint program, not to mention sensibly complete packages of work--I wouldn't trade it!--there's nothing like the immersive buzz of seeing visually lush comics like these at the size at which they were intended to be read. Sean Phillips' artwork on "The Marshal," for instance, has vastly more impact here than in the Case Files book covered here a couple of weeks ago--the slathered-on brushstrokes on the backgrounds make the figures pop out. That's actually something that bugs me a bit about the new digest-sized black-and-white reprints of early Dredd stuff: it's great that there's an entry-level Cursed Earth book for people who don't want to make the long, trying trek through the first few Case Files, but it's artwork that was drawn with a certain physical dimension in mind, and losing that diminishes its (thrill-)power.

As for the contents of Goodnight Kiss itself: Arguably the only long-term subplot for which Ennis planted seeds during his Dredd run was the Marshal business, concerning a Cursed Earth tribe with a Lone Ranger fixation that's out for revenge on Mega-City One--and, as far as I know, he was the only person to follow it up. All three of the relevant stories appear here.

"Enter Jonni Kiss" is a peculiar seven-page scrap of a story, the kind of setup-without-follow-through that the Judge Dredd feature hadn't seen since PJ Maybe's first appearance in "Bug"; its only real attractions are Greg Staples doing his best Simon Bisley impression, and Ennis giving the Sovs names straight out of Asterix ("Markimarkov"? Yikes). Consider its timing, though. "Enter" appeared in Prog 830, by which point the clock was ticking for the Summer Offensive (which began with Prog 842) and the Grant Morrison/Mark Millar team's takeover of Dredd. It seems possible that "Goodnight Kiss" was supposed to be a ten-part story, and (as its title suggests) Ennis's farewell to the series.

It certainly seems to be wrapping things up in some ways. Ennis hadn't yet written a full-on Cursed Earth story (the beginning of "Judgement Day" barely counts), and that was the one big piece of Dredd world-building he hadn't gotten to play with. Dredd's hallucinations in the fourth chapter--Kraken, Giant, Dekker, Rico, Judge Death, the Dead Man--have the tone of a final-movement recapitulation (although Dekker's the only one who bit the dust on Ennis's watch). And the conclusion is one of the I-am-the-law moments Ennis occasionally permitted himself (see also "Twilight's Last Gleaming").

This was a sour note to go out on, though, a dull mood piece with distressingly heavy-handed Christian symbolism, dragged out well beyond its natural length. Jonni Kiss never gets to be anything but a badass assassin who's defeated in the end by Dredd being even more badass. (I do like that he gets his instructions on a fax machine with hole-punched paper edges.) Hoolihan is the story's resident redshirt; her death might have had some more dramatic impact if she'd been introduced before, but Ennis never really got around to adding anyone to the series' regular cast. Nick Percival's designs for the Brotherhood of Marshals look like barely reconstructed versions of the Spectre.

The form of chapter 6 is particularly odd--a 90-year flash-forward that could just as well be set a week after the events it recounts, and adds nothing to the story around it beyond "that Dredd: he sure is badass." Also, Ennis makes one of my pet-peeve writing mistakes when he has Foureyes "readin' from the Book of Revelations." In the words of Half Man Half Biscuit, "if you're going to quote from the Book of Revelation/Don't go calling it the Book of Revelations."

As it happens, the nine-part "Goodnight Kiss" didn't appear until two years after Ennis had otherwise left Dredd, and Thrill-Power Overload suggests that that's only because Nick Percival took a very long time to draw it. The scene with Chief Judge Volt at the beginning of "Goodnight Kiss" has to have been rewritten, and maybe redrawn, from one with McGruder in that role. In the meantime, Ennis's six-episode Dredd-universe spinoff "The Corps" appeared in Progs 918-923, and although it's not quite as bad as he suggests, he got so tired of it that he infamously subcontracted Si Spencer to write the final six-page episode for him.

Next week: a book so new it hasn't officially reached U.S. stores yet (although it's available in the U.K.), Judge Anderson: Psi Files vol. 2.  

The Complete Case Files 18

(Reprints: Judge Dredd stories from 2000 AD Progs 804-829 and Judge Dredd Megazine #2.12-2.26)

We're now heading into the final stretch of Garth Ennis's run on the weekly Dredd feature in 2000 AD--late 1992 and early 1993--and he sure seems to have been burning out. "Innocents Abroad" is a less inspired return visit to the characters and tone of "Emerald Isle," one of Ennis's unqualified successes on Dredd; "The Magic Mellow Out" is a thuddingly heavy-handed parody of the old kids' show The Magic Roundabout; "P.J. and the Mock-Choc Factory" is, I believe, the only P.J. Maybe story not written by John Wagner, and a weak imitation of his earlier appearances. The one-offs this time are particularly lame, for the most part, with cheap jokes and cheaper gross-outs. Has any other comics writer, with the possible exception of Geoff Johns, ever been so fond of dismemberment?

(That is, in fact, not the only Right Said Fred joke in this volume.)

Still, there are occasional flashes of interesting writing here, mostly when Ennis is writing something that looks more like the character-based drama for which Hellblazer was fanning his gifts at the time than like an attempt to be funny or to channel Wagner. Sometimes, returning to an idea from a Wagner episode gave him an excuse to do his own kind of story, as with "Unwelcome Guests," Ennis's second callback to "The Interrogation," with the return of the Random Physical Abuse test. (Incidentally, Judge De Gaulle from "The Interrogation" would make her final appearance only a few months later--but we'll get to that in due time.) And sometimes having more than six pages and a punch line to take care of let him open characters up a little. "Raider" is a pro forma Judge-gone-bad-for-love story with one great moment: the undercover seductress waiting until the entrapped man has walked away, then closing her eyes and whispering "worry about yourself." That's the side of Ennis that gets me every time.

Even the better artists on these weekly episodes, though, seem to be getting it over with. Brett Ewins' "Last Night Out" is one of the stiffest things I've ever seen from him. Besides his evergreen cover for the "Unwelcome Guests" issue, above, the long-absent Ron Smith returns to phone in "A, B or C Warrior" (to be fair, the script doesn't give him anything particularly funny to draw). Greg Staples' investment in "Blind Mate" seems to have extended as far as coming up with a bucktoothed caricature of Cilla Black and drawing it over and over, interspersed with generic grim head shots of Dredd.

The final 2000 AD episode reprinted here is a plotless throwaway, "Happy Birthday Judge Dredd." It's notable as the first weekly episode written by Mark Millar, whose relatively brief tenure as Dredd's more-or-less regular writer would begin a few months later (following a ramp-up that included his own "Purgatory" serial, which launched in Prog 834, and the infamous Summer Offensive period)--not to mention the first weekly episode written by somebody other than Grant, Wagner or Ennis in well over ten years. Since it ran in the April 3, 1993 issue, the birthday here wasn't quite 2000 AD's sixteenth birthday, though (Prog 1 was dated Feb. 26, 1977, meaning it would've gone on sale 35 years ago today: happy birthday, 2000 AD, by the way!), or the sixteenth birthday of the feature--that would have been on the anniversary of Prog 2.

(That does raise the surprisingly answerable question of how old, exactly, Joe Dredd is. The timeline of his stories is fixed at 122 years in the future, so when we first see him, it's the year 2099. Per "Mutie the Pig," he was born in 2066. Per "A Case for Treatment" and "Origins," he's a clone who was artificially aged very quickly and "born" at the physical age of five, then presumably plopped directly into the Academy of Law. He and Rico graduated from the Academy in 2079--two years early, since most cadets graduate at the age of twenty, but early graduation is not unheard of. Rico would have had to have gotten caught and sentenced to Titan very soon after making full eagle for him to get back in time for "The Return of Rico," although Pat Mills' rewrite of that story as "Flashback 2099" attempts to retcon it to happen after "The Day the Law Died," so presumably it should've actually been called "Flashback 2101." In any case, on--let's say, April 3, 2134--it'll be 68 years from Joe's official birthday, although he's physically 73.)

The Megazine had it a little better during this period, largely thanks to the first two "Mechanismo" serials. I'll be covering them in greater depth in a bit over a month, but it's interesting that for all the kinds of Dredd stories John Wagner had written, he'd never done an extended straight-up action piece of this kind before. It's essentially one long chase-and-shoot sequence, with an intermission in the middle. (As the first episode of "Mechanismo Returns" indicates, the eleven episodes reprinted here happen in the space of a single day.) Compare it to, for instance, the dense, talky "Day of Chaos"--and I should note that I love how dense and talky it is--and you get a sense of yet another way in which Wagner's range is broad.

The intermission's not quite as much fun, aside from John Hicklenton's characteristically berserk art on Alan Grant's uncharacteristically berserk story "Resyk Man." Two of the four episodes between the first and second "Mechanismo" stories are the first Dredd work by Xuasus, a.k.a. Spanish artist Juan Jesus Garcia, who has the monumentally annoying habit of signing as many pages of his work as he can. On the other hand, given that this volume once again doesn't identify who wrote and drew which Megazine episodes, maybe he was onto something.

For the record: other Dreddverse serials that were published during this era of the Megazine but haven't yet been collected in book form include Alan Grant and Carlos Ezquerra's "Armageddon: The Bad Man" (a creator-owned project that was supposed to eventually dovetail with the history of Mega-City One, but never got that far), David Bishop, Dave Stone and Shaky Kane's "Soul Sisters," several Dave Stone/Charlie Adlard "Armitage" stories, a couple of Jim Alexander/John Ridgway "Calhab Justice" stories, various "Judge Hershey" stories, and Garth Ennis and Nick Percival's "Sleeze 'n' Ryder."

Case Files 18 is the final volume of the complete chronological Judge Dredd reprints published to date, meaning that the earliest never-reprinted episodes (aside from the contentious bits of "The Cursed Earth") are currently Prog 831's "Judge Who Lives Downstairs" and Meg 2.27-29's "The Jigsaw Murders." We're apparently due to get volumes 19 and 20, as well as Restricted Files 4, later this year; those should take us through "Inferno" and "Book of the Dead," at least, and perhaps up to the doorstep of "Wilderlands." Next week, though, thanks to this blog's "every book containing an episode we haven't covered yet, in those episodes' chronological order of first publication" strategy, we get the Titan treatment for the first time, with Goodnight Kiss, featuring Ennis's Jonni Kiss stories. The facial surgery will be happening this week, I suppose.

Devlin Waugh: Swimming in Blood

(Reprints: Devlin Waugh stories from Judge Dredd Megazine #2.01-2.09, 2.26 and 3.72-3.73, Judge Dredd Mega Special 1993 and Judge Dredd Yearbook 1994, and Judge Dredd stories from Judge Dredd Megazine #3.26-3.30)

Please welcome back to Dredd Reckoning Mr. Graeme McMillan, star of stage, screen and Internet. Graeme joined me a while ago to discuss Red Razors, and he is of course a contributor to Blog@Newsarama and Robot 6 and I Am Graeme McMillan's Blog and Spinoff and, these days, The World That's Coming. Graeme, if you'd lead us into Swimming in Blood...?

GRAEME: It's possible that the entire concept of "You Can Never Go Home Again" was created because someone had realized that, at some point in the future, I would re-read these very "Devlin Waugh" comics and think "THIS is what I loved so much twenty years ago? What was I thinking?" I think that, in whatever part of my comics-addled memory I was storing these stories, I'd managed to blank out how formulaic they actually were, and how maddeningly and frustratingly odd the pacing could be. Reading them back now, more than once I found myself reminded of Mark Millar - not the Millar of "Red Razors," thankfully, but his more famous work, especially Marvel's Civil War - with his habit of trans-Atlantic expeditionary dialogue and sacrificing dramatic tension for a punchline at the most inopportune of times. "Devlin Waugh" is arguably the most mainstream that writer John Smith ever got, and his other work of this period ("Indigo Prime," "Firekind," "Revere," etc.) from 2000 AD has aged far better than this, but nonetheless, I ended this book trying to work out if calling him "The Queer Mark Millar" was an insult or not.

That said, when Smith can rein in the temptation to have Devlin dive towards whatever camp bon mot is on offer, there's a lot to like in this collection; for all the supernatural elements, Devlin makes sense as a Dredd character because of his humor, whether it's the pun in his name or his job, which seems to fit into the Dredd formula of "Take something in today's world but push it to an unexpected extreme." (It's the Vatican - but they employ freelance monster hunters! There's a high-concept sheen to it that you can imagine Wagner and Grant coming up with for a one-off episode somewhere in their 1980s heyday, don't you think?) That the character comes off so often as two-dimensional also works in his favor, for me at least, weirdly; my favorite 2000 AD characters aren't so much fully-fleshed out characters as much as shorthand stand-ins that can be dropped into stories without much explanation in five-page installments, with everything else coming from there, and from that point of view, Devlin is completely covered.

But the stories…! Both of the lengthy stories in this collection ("Swimming In Blood" and "Fetish") fall apart at the end, as Smith seems to realize that he's become far too enamored with setting the stage and creating atmospheric scenes of foreboding, at the cost of really coming up with a plot machine that can deliver anything remotely approaching a satisfying conclusion, and so the climaxes seem messy, rushed and, in "Fetish"'s case, somewhat nonsensical. (Seriously, I know it's a Dredd story and all, but to see the story devolve into "I can PUNCH THIS PROBLEM AWAY" is just unfortunate.) But to complain about that feels like it's missing the appeal of Smith's writing, which has always seems to be more about the language and the ideas during the journey, as opposed to the actual plot of the story being told.

Something else "Fetish" fails at: Having artwork that is clear enough to decipher. I remember the joke from this era of British comics that Simon Bisley's legacy would be to teach artists how to create muddy artwork too dark to print properly, and Siku's paintings in this story completely prove that point… Possibly the originals looked spectacular, but on the printed page, they're just a mess. But maybe it's the printers' fault; Sean Philips' work on "Swimming in Blood" also seems curiously darker and less clear than I remember it.

I have to admit, I came away from this book liking Devlin as a character, and liking the idea of the stories more than the stories themselves… Is that just me?

DOUGLAS: No, I think that's a fair assessment. What's interesting to me is that "Swimming in Blood" was hugely popular when it first appeared--as I understand, the readers' poll picked Devlin Waugh as the readers' favorite character (over Dredd, the only time that's happened). And he really is a great invention: "Noel Coward as played by Arnold Schwarzenegger," as John Smith put it in his initial proposal. (As for that cover below: "Thrills! Pills! Chills!" Wasn't that a Howard Chaykin joke from American Flagg!?)

Actually, can you please explain Smith to me a bit more? He's been described to me as "the one great 2000 AD writer who never caught on in America" (and his American work consists of one issue of Hellblazer, a Scarab miniseries, a bunch of issues of Vampirella of all things, and not much else besides). He's not much of a public figure; I've seen a couple of brief interviews with him, and that's it. He mentions in passing in Thrill-Power Overload that he's disabled. His work seems to come in bursts. "Indigo Prime," which you've mentioned is one of your favorite things of his, appeared in a set of stories between 1989 and 1991, then all but totally disappeared until this year. He wrote a pretty impressive horror serial in 2000 AD called "Cradlegrave" that just got collected a few months ago.

I do not get him. And it's not like I dislike his writing--I like it a lot sometimes, especially "Cradlegrave" and the recent "Indigo Prime" material--but I get the strong sense that there's something interesting in there that I'm missing. What would you say is distinctive about Smith's sensibility, or key to understanding what he's up to?

GRAEME: I'm very tempted to say that being a John Smith fan is a somewhat masochistic enterprise; he's definitely more in the Grant Morrison/Peter Milligan mold than a more traditional John Wagner/Alan Grant/Pat Mills style, with influences leaning more towards the esoteric than the meat-and-potatoes mainstream of 2000 AD writers from days of yore, but as cruel as it sounds, I think what really distinguishes him from other writers is his tendency to get lost within his own stories. The Scarab series he did for Vertigo is a great example of this; he throws up lots of potentially interesting ideas and possibilities in the first few issues, but instead of developing them, he goes off and finds some more, and then some more, and seems surprised when the series nears its ending leading to a deus ex machina-esque final issue.

To like Smith's work is to be able to be more interested in the ideas and ingredients in a story than the story itself, at least from a plot standpoint; to like his use of language, or the suggestion of some concept enough that you can extrapolate and fill in the blanks - because there will be a lot of blanks - and not get that bothered when you don't get anything resembling a satisfying conclusion to whatever conflict you've become so caught up in. (This may be entirely unfair to his more recent stuff; I haven't read "Cradlegrave," and haven't finished his more recent "Indigo Prime" series yet, so for all I know, he's gotten that under control in recent years.)

Ultimately, I think Smith's lack of focus - whether it's maintaining his own, or bringing his stories into focus - is his selling point as well as his drawback. Those readers who always feel that the complaint that Grant Morrison's stories read like he's on drugs is unfair because that would make them more scattered, interesting or wilder would be well served by Smith, I think, but those for whom Morrison or Milligan is too outré... best stay away.

Almost all of Smith's best work - or maybe his most important - is out of print now, sadly. New Statesmen, his attempt to create a post-Watchmen superhero political thriller based in a future America, saw early work from Duncan Fegredo and Sean Phillips, and is another noble, fatally-flawed, series worth reconsidering, and "Straitgate," his coming-out body horror series, again with Phillips (check out the Dave McKean-"influenced" title page here--ah, 1990...), is one of those wonderful, lost classics of British comics. Thinking about it now, it strikes me that Smith really specialized in body horror. Maybe something to do with his only having one arm...? Hmm.

DOUGLAS: As far as the reproduction of artwork in Swimming in Blood goes, I have a copy of Megazine #2.01 to compare it to, and the artwork's actually a bit lighter in the DC/2000 AD trade edition. But the reprint is also significantly smaller, and the full-bleed page layouts that Sean Phillips used a lot get white borders around them, which makes them smaller still. (On top of that, there's a bit of a moiré effect in the reprint--Phillips' paint textures are much clearer in the Megazine version.)

And, in fact, the final page of that first episode is a bit different in the reprint. The first word balloon of the original page, as above, has Waugh simply saying "You can all breathe a sigh of relief, gentlemen. Fingers off the triggers..." In the DC edition, that becomes "Fingers off the triggers, sphincters unclenched..." That's the way Smith wrote the line, and he was apparently annoyed that it had been censored; editor David Bishop later claimed that "I cut the part about 'sphincters' purely due to my own ignorance - I'd never done biology and hadn't a clue what a sphincter was!"


As Bishop's text feature in Judge Dredd Megazine #201 explains, "Devlin Waugh" seemed a bit cursed for a while as a series. The second significant Devlin Waugh storyline, "Fetish," was originally going to be seven episodes of 17 pages apiece (and had been proposed as a Dredd story involving "Judge Tarzan"--who became Shaka--and didn't initially have Devlin in it at all). Ashley Wood was going to draw it, sat on it for a year, completed five pages in painted color, scrapped that, redrew four of them in black and white, then gave up.

Company policy at the time was that any work paid for had to be published, so Bishop wrote a new script (as "Johnny Mondo") for those nine pages--four of which were essentially duplicates of others--and published it as a Judge Karyn story called "Visions" in Megazine #3.08, which served as a teaser for "Fetish." (A page from that version appears above, speaking of Dave McKean-influenced work...) Then he cut Smith's script for "Fetish" down to five episodes and turned it over to artist Siku, who'd drawn the Pan-African Judges strip, among other things. By the time it finally started appearing, it had been four and a half years since "Swimming in Blood" had finished its run. ("A Mouthful of Dust"--drawn by Michael Gaydos of Alias, surprisingly--took nearly two years to appear after that, and when it did, the first episode was apparently printed in scrambled order. Cursed!) And yes, "Fetish" is a mess--as a story it's baffling and rambling, and Siku's art has a lot of beautiful textures and colors and a near-total absence of narrative clarity.

Here's another question for you, Graeme: what do you make of the two prose stories at the back of this volume? More broadly, can you explain what the deal is with prose stories about comics characters in British annuals and such? 2000 AD seems to have had a lot of them over the years--there's actually a recent e-book-only collection, Sweet Justice, which includes a bunch of them by Neil Gaiman, Peter Milligan, Mark Millar and others. How did that particular tradition evolve?

GRAEME: This is where my memory may be completely betraying me, but I seem to remember that the tradition of text stories in 2000 AD annuals and specials comes from a corporate policy from IPC that said annuals and specials had to have a particular number of pages devoted to non-comic strip material; there was also a restriction on the amount of all-new comic material allowed in each of these non-regular editions, which led to the earliest 2000 AD (and later, Judge Dredd) annuals having some really unusual reprint material, some of which hadn't even appeared in 2000 AD to begin with. Definitely the first 2000 AD annuals had non-fiction text pieces that were definitely non-scrotnig, so I wouldn't be surprised if the idea of replacing them with prose stories came about as a way of toeing the corporate line while not diluting the 2000 AD brand. (It's not just 2000 AD that did this; Marvel UK had a history of prose stories, as well. I think the first Grant Morrison story I ever read was a text story from the old Captain Britain monthly comic.)

Smith was amongst the strongest of the 2000 AD writers who handled the prose stories, although I'm not sure that's necessarily on display in the two stories that end this collection; both of these seem written in a particular style that's more traditional than the one he used when handled "Indigo Prime" or "Tyranny Rex" prose stories elsewhere in 2000 AD history, but I wonder if that's an attempt to stay within the tradition of Devlin's literary ancestors more than anything else. I like these stories, though; maybe more than the comic material in the collection, because they're not fighting with unclear visuals for attention, and also because - being so short - they allow Smith to meander and not feel compelled to fit within some idea of Thrill-Powered Epic. They feel closer to "pure" Devlin, if that makes sense. But what did you make of them?

DOUGLAS: I enjoyed both of them, although they also succumb to the tendency to keep throwing ideas out until it's time for the story to be over--the big surprise at the end of "A Love Like Blood" is that, gasp, Devlin's stalker is a girl! (Come to think of it, both prose stories are basically about stalkers.) And as frustrating as everything in this book can be at times, I keep running across elements of Smith's stories that I really like--a clever idea, a well-turned bit of prose--and his jokes are usually pretty funny. Has he ever written a straight-up comedy? I grinned at the bit about "munce Thermidor," and at the throat-clearing innuendo of the conversation between Devlin and Chigley: "'Are you, by any chance, a demon yourself?' There. Coming right out with it."

Speaking of throat-clearing innuendo: both of these stories go a bit further with the "GUESS WHAT? HE'S GAY!!!" stuff than I suspect Smith would've gotten away with in the context of comics. (Another terrific line from "A Love Like Blood": "They'd become friends under the pier, water round their knees, listening to the creak and groan of moored yachts.") 1992 really was the optimal moment for a character like Devlin--I can't imagine it'd have been possible for mainstream comics to feature a really flamboyantly gay main character much earlier (Extraño had come along four years earlier, but he wasn't really the type who could carry his own feature), or for a protagonist that flamboyant not to be a questionable stereotype by a few years later.

I don't really find that Smith sacrifices dramatic tension for punch lines--part of what's so much fun about Devlin as a character is that he not only refuses to take anything seriously, but delights in annoying anyone around him who does take things seriously. Any time he's in the same space as Dredd, especially in "Brief Encounter," he gets to play Groucho to Dredd's Margaret Dumont. I also admire the fact that Smith's willing to kick the status quo of his projects, hard. Turning Devlin into a vampire at the end of "Swimming in Blood" probably weighed down the concept of the series with one more element than it needed, but it also signaled that this was not going to be a project like Dredd where the premise can't really change at all.

I will say, though, that I think a lot of what makes "Swimming in Blood" work is Sean Phillips' artwork. He varies the look and style of his artwork just enough to underscore the tone of one sequence after another: watercolors for the establishing shots of the Bahamas, Münch-ish gobs and smears of paint for the sequences we see from the vampires' perspective, the checkerboard floor tiles that ground the sequences in the morgue and make it look even more prison-like, the blue-green glow of light-through-water that comes through Aquatraz's windows. I particularly like the way he draws Devlin's face in profile whenever possible, or puts him in muscle-mag poses, even when that's totally incongruous with what everybody else in the image is doing.

That's actually one of the problems with Siku's art that sinks "Fetish," beyond the dark-and-muddy issue: he paints every sequence exactly the same way, and uses every layout trick he can find to avoid giving us a clear look at any character's face or body most of the time, maybe because he knows actual figure drawing and face acting is his weak point. Compare the end-of-chapter Devlin-arrives image above from "Swimming in Blood," and the one below from the third chapter of "Fetish." They're very similar images in pose and composition (down to the big circle in the background!), but the Phillips painting gets enormous mileage out of subtleties of his expression and outfit and pose, while Siku's gives us almost no fresh information other than the gag of Devlin's teeny little parasol.

So maybe if I can ask you to cast your mind back a bit to when these stories first came out: what did you make of them (and of Smith, and of Devlin as a character) at the time? What was so striking about them then?

GRAEME: I seem to remember that Smith was very much on my radar at the time this series first appeared; definitely "New Statesmen," "Tyranny Rex" and "Indigo Prime" had appeared, as well as the first book of "Revere" (a short, mostly-forgotten 2000 AD series that may be my favorite Smith thing of all). I remember very clearly that Devlin was by far my favorite Megazine strip, and the one that kept me buying the series - I dropped it not long after "Swimming in Blood" was finished, and then came back to it when the character reappeared for the one-off meeting much, much later. What stood out for me was Smith's ability to create a particularly un-Dredd-like atmosphere. "Swimming in Blood" lacks the safeness that Dredd has, if that's not an odd thing to say; part of the essential Dredd tone, I think, is a comedy and humor that makes even the most gruesome event somehow "okay" for the reader, but Smith's work in general is much more freewheeling and evocative and filled with dread. (Part of the reason that something like "America" has such impact, I'd argue, is that it knows when to pull back on the comedy.) "Devlin Waugh" is the first time that he manages to successfully marry that to a more familiar, 2000 AD/Dredd-like lead character--there's comedy in "Tyranny Rex" and "Indigo Prime," but it's very, very different humor--but it still has a feeling of uncertainty and danger that's very seductive.

This is, of course, not a trick that can be sustained for a long time; once Devlin's in his fourth or fifth series, the reader starts to realize that he's probably going to end up okay. I get what you're saying about his becoming a vampire at the end of "Swimming in Blood," and that's partially what I mean about the danger and sense that "anything can happen!" But when nothing else has really impacted or changed the character since, that story starts to take on an origin story feeling, the creation of the status quo instead of a sign that there IS no status quo. Re-reading these stories now, decades later, when Devlin's made more appearances since, the feeling of uncertainty seems quaint and almost unreal in retrospect. He becomes a vampire because that's the final twist in his high concept, not because it's Smith showing the consequences of his horror story adventure.

*****

Thanks again, Graeme! Next week: it's time to polish off the extant Complete Case Files with volume 18, featuring the first two "Mechanismo" storylines--although there will apparently be at least a couple more Case Files volumes coming before this blog runs out of books to cover weekly. 

The Complete Case Files 17

(Reprints: Judge Dredd stories from 2000 AD Progs 776-803 and Judge Dredd Megazine #2.01-2.11)

This week's guest is the remarkable Joe "Jog" McCulloch, proprietor of Jog - The Blog, mastermind of the Comics Journal's This Week in Comics! column, and contributor to MUBI and the Los Angeles Review of Books. Take it away, Joe!

JOE: If you'll allow it, I'd like to begin our Sunday celebrations with a video clip. Unorthodox, I know, but I can't imagine writing anything that could possibly convey the same raw enthusiasm for the material at hand as exhibited by its writer, Mr. Garth Ennis himself:

A scrotnig moment indeed to see the man behind Preacher transformed into Chris Ware before your very eyes! And they didn't catch him on a bad day or anything; probably the funniest recurring bit in David Bishop's Thrill-Power Overload is Ennis' intermittent commentary on his own writing for 2000 AD, which is so completely and utterly negative (sample: "I think if you examine it in detail you'll find it was, in fact, crap,") that by the end you start coughing up a Pavlovian chuckle as soon as Ennis' name appears. You wonder if maybe he isn't trying to wind Bishop up a little.

Yet there's an uncomfortable aspect to all of this: he's basically right. Ennis scripts six of the seven stories collected in this book, and none of them are very good. I'm probably in the majority in saying that my favorite Ennis Dredd pieces -- and I haven't read all of them, mind you -- are the conversational or declaratory character things, like the Muzak Killer stories where it's nothing but 21, 22-year old Garth Ennis railing about music while Dermot Power lays down photorealist images of Sinéad O'Connor being shot in the head. There you get some sense of an angry young man's unrefined energy, which is often something that gets smothered under the expectations of work-for-hire production on a superhero property you haven't created.

And yes, for the purposes of this Feast of Ennis, I'm counting Judge Dredd as a work-for-hire superhero property, because structurally -- insofar as Ennis is tasked with following a 'core' characterization established by a prior, popular writer (actually the co-creator, fine Pennsylvania native John Wagner, in this case), with the weight of longstanding fan expectations and content restrictions hanging over him -- that's exactly what it is. The irony, then, is obvious: because Ennis is unique among writers of North American comic book-type comics in avoiding work-for-hire superhero production as much as possible -- and, when so moved, infusing preexisting superhero properties with an extremely distinct point of view, well beyond the unique writerly voices of your Grant Morrisons or Mark Millars, since those writers can blend their perspectives into the overriding idea of the ongoing superhero 'universe,' while Ennis, with only Warren Ellis even approaching him on that front, can only ever write Garth Ennis Comics -- the prospect of seeing him absorbed fully into such an environment so early in his career can only make the stuff intriguing to devout readers, no matter how weak the comics themselves are.

I concede, of course, that there's other elements at play, and that there's a keen difference between structural and substantive work-for-hire superhero comics. Morrison and Millar have unmistakable writerly voices, but they also claim a great personal affection for U.S. superhero comics and their particular traits. Ennis has no such thing, so he might simply be less willing to sink himself into the substance of capes 'n tights American superheroes, even when the evident financial benefits of working on such comics inspire his participation. In contrast, Ennis is on the record many times as having a great, nostalgic affection for Dredd and 2000 AD, rough and violent and nasty-thrilling childhood favorites, so it could be that a writer who started out, we must remember, writing what now would be termed 'literary comics' via Troubled Souls at Crisis, became willingly swallowed by the substance of Dredd without having the experience to maintain interesting or effective storytelling.

An example from Case Files 17 will probably help. The absolute worst thing in the book is "A Magic Place," illustrated in different chapters by Steve Dillon and Simon Coleby, both working in collaboration with the mysterious "Hart," whom I will presume is colorist Gina Hart, sadly uncredited anywhere else in the book (which, furthermore, due to the formatting of the included issues of Judge Dredd Megazine, neglects to specify which artists exactly worked on those stories, and actually omits the title of one of those stories altogether; not a bug-free project yet, I'm afraid). It is a quintessential Bad Superhero Comic, and not just because of the fill-in art. No, this is a creature of continuity, a direct follow-up to "Beyond the Wall," one of Dillon's stories from the 2000 AD Sci-Fi Special 1986 (written by Wagner & Alan Grant, reprinted in The Restricted Files 2), seeing a pair of star-crossed lover characters frolicking in a peaceable agrarian setting five years later. Then an evil supervillain in a chef's costume invades their space wielding a deadly blender and subjects them to PG-13-rated terror until the boy half of the equation gets himself shot while warning the Judges about the threat, after which Dredd kills the bad people and the boy dies clutching a rose -- HIS LOVER IS NAMED "ROSIE" YOU SEE -- having cleared villainous landmines from the beloved garden that symbolizes the promise of life and peace and love and etc.

The problem is, the extraordinary sentimentality of this scenario is totally devoid of actual emotional effect unless you've read the original story; like an American superhero writer leaning hard on our memories of past adventures in scratching the outline of an emotional arc and calling it a proper story, Ennis has his doomed protagonist narrate his emotional history with this woman via captions and flatly state the metaphor behind concrete blocks vs. organic settings in expository dialogue -- your review of the Restricted Files 2 suggests that a b&w vs. color effect is used in the original, which sounds better -- before everything goes to hell in a purportedly scalding a heartbreaking manner. Which leads us to problem #2: the man taking everything to hell is a dude in chef's hat swinging a deadly blender, which would have seemed Dredd-apropos yet entirely ridiculous in a would-be shattering human story even if Ennis wasn't further held back by content restrictions leaving the home invasion element seeming like a 10:00 PM network television edit of Fight for Your Life. Although query, I guess, whether this is nominally better or worse than a guy with a fin on his head raping women in Justice League crossovers.

What makes this story bad isn't just Ennis' inexperience, then, but his inability to parse his affection for Dredd tropes -- and the necessity for him to deal with those tropes in terms of fan/editorial expectations -- so that they don't sabotage the story he's trying to tell. A few weeks ago you stated that "Wagner's version of Dredd is a useful monster; Ennis's is tough enough to do hard things," suggesting that the young Ennis' love for the character blinded him, in a fannish way, from the deeper implications of the concept. I both agree and disagree, insofar as I think Ennis does absolutely understand that Dredd is a monster -- far and away the best part of "A Magic Place" is two panels segueing from the evil chef walloping the boy to Dredd crunching a young perp's balls, though Ennis then gilds the lily by pointing out his own cleverness via caption -- but he's also hesitant to actually explore the character in a way that might upset Wagner's baseline, which we might even qualify as a matter of respecting creator's rights, should we agree that characters ought really never be written by anyone other than the creators, although that kind of approach is obviously anathematic to American superhero comics along with most of 2000 AD's history, and indeed would have squelched the whole British Invasion thing from the start, to say nothing of the Hellblazer comics Ennis was already writing at this time, where he truly began to cast off the burden of fidelity and make Garth Ennis Comics.

DOUGLAS: I'd agree that Ennis was having a very hard time channeling his fondness for the Wagner incarnation into stories that felt like Garth Ennis Comics; sometimes his Dredd crossed the line into something close to John Wagner fan-fiction, and never more than the end of "Judgement Day," with the two big Wagner/Carlos Ezquerra characters--now, at least for a while, Ennis/Ezquerra characters--stomping off into the dust, growling "who the hell's gonna mess with us?" Dredd and Stront sure are awesome, all right! (It's weird how hard it is to get out from Wagner's shadow on Dredd. I'll be getting around to Grant Morrison and Ezquerra's "Inferno" when Case Files 19 comes out a bit later this year, but I recently read it for the first time, and was alarmed to see Morrison, of all writers, losing his "unmistakable writerly voice" almost completely in trying to play back old Wagner beats louder.) Eight years after his main run ended, Ennis returned to Dredd for "Helter Skelter," which is probably stronger for acknowledging outright that it's 2000 AD fanfic. (He talks in this brief interview about "the memory of reading it weekly as a kid and somehow always feeling just a little bit happier afterwards.")

I don't love "A Magic Place" either, but my suspicion--unconfirmed by anything I've read, just circumstantial evidence--is that it was a last-second fill-in to mark time before "Judgement Day" began. After twenty monthly issues, Judge Dredd: The Megazine was relaunched in May 1992 as a biweekly, with a lower page count (44) and a lower cover price (99p). Wagner hadn't published a Dredd story proper in six months or so at that point, but returned to write the flagship feature in the first issue--"Texas City Sting," a fluffy little collaboration with an artist who'd never drawn Dredd before, Yan Shimony (with Gina Hart again coloring).

That makes no sense for a big relaunch, and when an artist as fast as Steve Dillon only draws the first part of a three-part story, I have to suspect that there's a real time-crunch issue. It seems possible, anyway, that "Judgement Day" was meant to start six weeks earlier, to be part of the first issue of the relaunched Megazine, but that when it hit schedule problems it was bumped back, with the evergreen "Almighty Dredd" and the hastily whisked together "Texas City Sting" and "A Magic Place" vamping until it was ready. (It may also have been pointed out that Dredd himself barely even appears in the first Megazine chapter of "Judgement Day.")

In any case, the second Megazine issue's text pages include a couple of surprises. They explain the shape of "Judgement Day," and note that Dean Ormston will be painting most of the Megazine episodes but that "rising new star" Chris Halls will paint one--Jog, I think you get to tell a bit more about Halls! And they include what I suspect is the first appearance of Judge Pal, a bit of business that's more recently become a favorite subplot of current Dredd-writer-when-Wagner's-not-around Al Ewing, who also recently took over from Ennis on his co-creation Jennifer Blood. (Anyone know if Pal turned up anywhere before this?)

JOE: Ha, I actually do have an earlier Judge Pal appearance!  For a little while, Fleetway was putting out these 48-page 'Prestige Format' editions of the Megazine for the U.S. market; issue #2 arrived at some undisclosed moment in mid-to-late 1991 (so, close to a year after the U.K. edition), and what did we get on the inside front cover?

DOUGLAS: Jesus. You really have read every comic ever.

But yes, "Judgement Day" occupies a solid half of this volume, and I think it exemplifies what didn't work about the Ennis era. It's a relatively huge story, the first of the three big crossovers between 2000 AD and the Megazine--20 chapters, drawn by four artists. The first page credits Wagner for co-plotting it with Ennis, who's said that Wagner's contribution really only consisted of suggesting that another big epic would be a good idea and that zombies seemed to be pretty hot at the time.

It's thoughtful of Ennis to take the blame for it, anyway. As he's noted, it's basically his attempt to rewrite "The Apocalypse War," and he recycles bits of that era's Dredd stories all over it: the bang-and-they're-gone deaths of Dekker and Perrier are Giant's death, the singing-and-dancing zombies recapitulate the guy singing while the bombs fall on the southern sectors, the fight at the wall is the Dan Tanna Junction sequence--when somebody tells Dredd that "the gun barrels are overheating," I'm amazed Ennis doesn't follow it with the exploding-guns routine again. Sabbat is essentially Judge Death with much worse character design (and no motivation for wanting to kill everyone other than that he's very bad, and comedy-relief trappings from his first appearance). And, of course, Ennis tries to top the "nuking East-Meg One" sequence from "The Apocalypse War" with the one where Dredd orders five cities nuked.

So I'd agree that this is a bad superhero comic, and I think one crucial aspect of its badness was slightly ahead of its time: "remember that thing you loved? Here it is again!" This is one of the few times that "Judge Dredd" has directly appealed to its readers' memories of what the series used to be like, as opposed to returning to some previously established plot point or character (as in "A Magic Place"). You start doing that shit and you end up with a "classic era," and before you know it you're Teen Titans, sitting on a street corner with a facial tattoo of the splash page of "Who Is Donna Troy?"

In particular, the kill-'em-all moment in "Judgement Day" doesn't have anything like the same impact as its model, partly because Wagner pulled that trick already, and mostly because it's presented as not being particularly monstrous. Destroying East-Meg One was an atrocity of war, and a potentially unjustified act of rage--a moment where as readers we're set up to cheer and also be horrified that we're cheering. What Ennis's Dredd does here, though, is presented as unfortunate but necessary, and anyway almost everyone in those cities is dead already so it's not that big a deal, right?, and it's a good thing there was somebody tough enough to make that hard call. It's also had very little in the way of long-term consequences, while Dredd's hand in the genocide of East-Meg One has reverberated for decades.

That's another strength of Wagner's (and Grant's) that Ennis lacked at this point: long-term planning. "The Apocalypse War" and "Necropolis," and to some extent "Oz," had gradual ramp-ups to their beginnings, and shifted the course of the series after they ended. "Judgement Day" all but begins "one day, Judge Dredd and some cadets were out on a hotdog run..." And once it ends--our hero decapitates the bad guy and sticks his head on a plot device, and the global threat abruptly stops--that's all but it: how about those zombies, huh? (There are a few references to "Judgement Day" in subsequent stories, but Ennis's only real attempt to deal with it as having long-term consequences was a six-page epilogue, "The Kinda Dead Man," that appeared a few months later and serves as a postscript in the DC edition of Judgement Day.) All of those long stories also offer some kind of angle on the relationship between the man-as-law and the city; this one's about Dredd and a bunch of international judges fighting zombies.

But you touch on one of the hallmarks of Ennis's comics: how much he likes to use familiar superhero types as spittoons, all the way up to The Boys. "The Marshal" is the resident superheroes-suck story here, and it's a very strange one, despite some nice painted art by Sean Phillips in his "my brushstrokes, let me show you them" mode. The murderous antagonist who goes around bellowing about wanting justice has a cape and mask and climbs up walls and so forth--he even keeps his mask on when he's being interrogated, which is a good trick--and he turns out to be part of a mutant cargo cult inspired by Tonto, as in that other engine of Dynamite Entertainment, the Lone Ranger.

There's that name, though: why call him "The Marshal"? Might that have something to do with (heavily 2000 AD-associated) Pat Mills and Kevin O'Neill's own superhero-kicking vehicle Marshal Law, which had debuted a few years earlier? I have no idea--although I think you've mentioned something about the impact Mills seems to have had on Ennis's writing. Tell me more!

And to get back to the "Dredd the monster" thing one more time: I wouldn't say that Ennis was blind to the darker implications of the character, but I do think he wrote Dredd as being ultimately admirable with very little equivocation. A lot of Ennis's favorite protagonists have been, one way or another, straight-shooting tough guys who kill them that need killin' and die with their boots on &c.: Jesse Custer, Tommy Monaghan, Frank Castle, and on and on. (Part of why I like his Hellblazer so much is that his John Constantine is more complicated than that.) His Dredd, I think, is part of that line--excessively violent sometimes, maybe, but still someone to whom law-abiding citizens ought to give thanks for being made of sterner stuff than themselves. Who the hell's gonna mess with him?

JOE: Hmm, I think you’re simplifying Ennis’ attitudes toward his own characters. Or, rather, how his characters function in his narrative schemes. Take Frank Castle, whom I feel is closest to Dredd in general disposition, and almost acts as a successor in terms of Ennis’ body of work - 1995’s The Punisher Kills the Marvel Universe was Ennis’ first comic for Marvel, and it showed up just a few months after the aptly titled "Goodnight Kiss," Ennis’ final Dredd (and 2000 AD) contribution for the 20th century.

Unlike with the good Judge, however, Ennis did not appear to have any particular history with the character, and certainly no relationship with his creators; honestly, it’s probably a tiny klatch of dorks indeed that can name Gerry Conway (ORIGINATING WRITER!) John Romita, Sr. (VISUAL DESIGN!) and Ross Andru (INITIAL ARTIST!) as creators of the Punisher, going way back in his mid-’70s villain days in The Amazing Spider-Man. Castle has been something of a malleable character since then, which probably made him an ideal means of conveying Ennis’ mockery of American superhero substance and general yen for funny violence, since what few continuing traits he had -- a desire for vengeance on crime, an outsider stance toward the superhero orthodoxy, an extensive armory -- were adaptable to Ennis’ aims, which continued through two millennial series under the Marvel Knights imprint. Amazingly, the gap between the two series was graced by Ennis’ return to Dredd with "Helter Skelter," though I’m sure the actual writing of these series couldn’t have occurred in quite so neat a manner, nor could Ennis have possibly planned that his very last Dredd story thus far, 2003’s "Monkey on My Back," would have concluded the very same month that an all-new, all-different Punisher launched.

That was "Born," the first Punisher MAX series, an expanded pre-origin war story set in Vietnam; it wasn’t clear at first, but Ennis was building a new and discreet universe for his ‘serious’ Castle, one with no superheroes and a well-defined beginning, middle and end. The proper Punisher MAX series launched in 2004, adopting a very Dredd-like quasi-realtime scheme, so that the characters could age along with their readership. This proved to be thematically apt, as it eventually became clear that Ennis was telling a long, damning, nihilistic life’s saga, by which Castle’s actions, though nominally satisfying in that he’s killing some really bad people, are eventually shown to provoke future horrible acts. In other words, he ‘wins’ from story to story, but putting the stories together undercuts his accomplishments, sabotaging the arguable heroism of his actions. This concept has a political dimension -- the first quasi-realtime MAX story (2004) has government agents trying to recruit Castle for the War on Terror, while the last one (2008) prominently links the character’s Vietnam origins to the Iraq War, which the attentive reader gravely notes has been going on for the series’ entire run, both in and out of the comic -- but it eventually becomes integral to Ennis’ development of the Frank Castle, who eventually admits to himself that he could break the cycle and begin his life over again, but he can’t, he just can’t.

In this way, Ennis doesn’t so much equivocate as to whether Castle is a monster, but wires that truth into the very fabric of his world, a freedom of insight he could never have with Dredd. Yet the similarities between the characters become especially evident in 2004’s The End one-shot, which was far from the last Punisher comic Ennis wrote but served as terminus for his private MAX universe. There, following a nuclear exchange at an undisclosed point in the future, Castle eliminates the last living humans for their crimes before staggering out into an irradiated wasteland - taking the Long Walk into the Cursed Earth. But here the entire globe is cursed, and Castle is totally alone, because he’s brought the Law to everyone that didn’t live up, which is to say everyone. The series then launches itself into a dizzying meta level as Castle narrates a vision he has of his family having their picnic in the park, hoping he’ll be able to save them and avert his own origin. Of course, we know he’ll fail. He’s a corporate-owned superhero character, in structure if not substance. He will watch his family die over and over and over and over, and his life will be ruined, ruined, ruined, because that’s what gives him value.

To live in a superhero universe is to live in eternal, lucrative conflict. It is to live in Hell.

It’s Ennis’ most eloquent dissent to the superhero scheme, and I feel particularly charged-up to be recounting it on this National Before Watchmen Week.

This is why, to my mind, Ennis’ Punisher embodies both poles of the Garth Ennis Comic - the funny and the serious. Because when Ennis’ comics are ‘serious,’ they’re still gruesome and violent, but they’re fundamentally about the tension between the appeal of hard man violence -- and, on another level, the pleasure derived from reading it -- and the understanding that such things typically act in the service of systemic peril. This is the subtext of many of his war comics, which sometimes pair an uncertain or passive or restrained with a harsher, less humane counterpart in a sort of dialectic; the system of War is conductive to inhumanity, and the struggle, then, is about resisting the system, even through the awareness that it’s arguably in place to accomplish some greater good. And it’s a genre system too - it’s hard for me to look at a commando comic-derived 2000 AD serial like "Invasion!" without seeing a mad Ennis anti-hero in the role of its shotgun-wielding wild man freedom fighter. You can imagine my delight to later discover that one of Ennis’ rejected pitches involved just that character, recast as an unrehabilitated lunatic in a post-war world.

DOUGLAS: OK--I'm convinced by your argument! Also, I've now gone from thinking I should maybe get around to reading more than bits and pieces of Ennis' Punisher one of these days to realizing that I need to. Just a few side notes on this: 

There was one other significant contributor to the Punisher's initial development, and I only mention this because it's a great story. From Tom Spurgeon and Jordan Raphael's Stan Lee and the Rise and Fall of the American Comic Book:

Castle's costume, a tight-fitting black suit with a large white skull on the chest, looked fearsome enough, but the character lacked a suitable nom de guerre. Conway and [Len] Wein, who was then editor in chief, sought Stan's counsel.

"What does this guy do?" Stan asked.

"He's an ex-army guy whose family was killed by the Mob. He goes out and punishes the underworld," Wein responded.

Lee thought for a moment. "He's the Punisher."

Wein says that you could hear the sound of the two men slapping their foreheads--"Of course!"--at the flawless simplicity of the name.

(Maybe that makes Pat Mills, who came up with the name "Judge Dread" (sic) for a series that initially looked very different, the Stan Lee figure here? I'm just starting to get into Mills' later iteration of "Savage," in which "Invasion!"'s shotgun-wielding wild man freedom fighter Bill Savage doesn't have quite so much of the moral high ground above the Volgans...)

It's kind of funny that we know now that Dredd was Wagner and Ezquerra's creation, but that would have been even more unclear than the Punisher's background to readers in the early years of the series. Ezquerra only drew three complete episodes before "The Apocalypse War," almost five years in: "Bank Raid" (the first completed story, written by Wagner and Mills, and shelved until the 1981 Judge Dredd Annual), "Krong," written by Malcolm Shaw, in 2000 AD #5, and the first installment of Wagner's "Robot Wars" in #10--all, I believe, uncredited at the time.

I've only seen the first episode of Ennis and Curse of the Crimson Corsair artist John Higgins' three-part "Monkey on My Back," but curiously enough it's effectively "Judge Dredd: The Beginning"--it's set in January 2099, not long before Dredd's first appearance in 2000 AD, and involves a judge who's wandered into the city from the Cursed Earth.

But I interrupted you, sorry--

JOE: "Savage" is a lot of fun; I like Patrick Goddard’s art a ton, though I could have done without the robot stuff in the most recent one. But then, a writer maintaining his own personal continuity can lead to trouble too.

You mentioned Mills before - I do see a bit of him in Ennis, mainly in how Ennis enjoys pitting damaged goods against establishment forces, and how odd moments of broad humor burst in on the drama at unexpected moments. Marshal Law indeed seems extremely simpatico with Ennis’ take on American superhero culture, though it’s honestly a more radical work than many of Ennis’ series; maybe not The Punisher MAX, but certainly The Boys, which despite its wee slaps aimed at the stretch-pants set -- to say nothing of the nominal and tragic-familial similarities between Bill Savage and Billy Butcher -- is secretly one of the most old-school, Bronze Age-y superhero series on the stands today with its looooong simmering plotlines and heavy, soap operatic relationship drama. It’s also a hopeful work, insofar as Ennis seems intent on leaving open the possibility for real heroism to exist in the world; Marshal Law initially reserved that benediction for the dead, as part of its wider metaphor of superhumans as soldiers - beneficiaries of a world Superpower. Very post-Watchmen, at least until it went to hell all weighed down with excessive spoofing, which frankly isn’t Ennis’ strong point either. I suspect the very fact that he sincerely doesn’t care about superheroes all that much has denied him the background necessary to really take the piss out of the scene effectively; all of his parodies read like a guy who knows some Silver/Marvel Age and maybe glanced at some ‘90s stuff long enough to get a bellyache.

(On the other hand, the Asterix goofing in issue #38 was top notch!)

This brings us back to "The Marshal," which is definitely my favorite piece in Case Files 17. Part of that’s because Sean Phillips’ painting is consistent and pretty clean in conveying the action-heavy nature of the script -- in contrast, I couldn’t even tell what was going on at times with Greg Staples’ arguably more stylish, Hewlettesque paints on "Babes in Arms," a soppy would-be action-story-with-a-heart notable mainly for a magnificently dubious "Dredd is actually a monster" moment wherein one of the story’s battered, vengeance-seeking ex-wives peers around the corner and Our Man wallops her right in face, just like her husband -- but it’s also due to Ennis dipping into his fascination with Americana. He’s mentioned in interviews the powerful formative effect westerns and cowboy iconography had on him as a child, so it feels somehow necessary that this particular stream of interest -- at its most prominent in Preacher -- should splash into Dredd and 2000 AD. It’s also the only one of Ennis’ stories in here that clicks with the classic Dredd subtext: a view of America as seen by foreigners. And while Ennis surely loves America as much as he loves Dredd, he’s more vigorous (if not much more skillful at this point) in lodging criticism; it’s a Cowboys and Indians yarn, with the mutant Marshal basing his life on Tonto, seeking metaphoric vengeance for the atrocities committed on native peoples by younger Americans. The white baddie is put away, but the outcast dies, and the Law doesn’t really give a shit. Blunt, but at least from here you can see where Ennis is going.

(The obverse effect can be seen in another Ennis Britcomics revival: his 2007-08 Dan Dare series with Gary Erskine, an old-timey space opera that amounts to the most romantic, heroic, black and white chocks away war story Ennis has ever written, yet done by that point with enough of his career in focus so we can see an implicit criticism: that such gallantry can only really exist in a sci-fi setting intended for children, conveyed in a duly childlike manner.)

Of course, you can also see where some things are going with Judgement Day; I totally, totally agree with you that it’s a little ahead of its time in fan-flattering Greatest Hits citation, and I’ll even go further in invoking both Tim O’Neil’s concept of superhero momentism -- a style of writing centered around the chase for iconic 'moments' in which the cumulative cool factor of a superhero character is distilled into a whoop-ass pump-your-fists image or sequence that gets the fans to their feet -- and, moreover, the unctuous faux-momentism of supporting characters standing around and simply telling us how impossibly fucking great the lead character inarguably is. "Judgement Day" is lousy with all of that, even on top of the primal superhero crossover impetus: goosing short-term sales, here with an eye toward the fortnightly returns of Judge Dredd Megazine, per David Bishop.

Still, "Judgement Day" isn’t quite the superhero crossover at its worst, since one writer is in charge of everything (aside from Wagner’s initial storyline tip-off), and no other ongoing stories are interrupted. And while I agree with all of your criticisms of the story -- Abhay Khosla once suggested that dead boring antagonists are endemic to superhero crossovers, and by that standard Sabbat’s one for the record books -- I find the whole thing oddly sympathetic as an attempt to toss out the ponderousness of world-shattering Event mechanics (if such notions had even entered Ennis' mind) and just do a 150-page barrage of action scenes. But then you get into another recurring problem with both superhero crossovers and the stories in Case Files 17 - the art quality varies a lot, and that's just toxic when you're trying to build mad chains of activity on the page. So for five chapters you get Peter Doherty, who acquits himself fairly well with a shimmery, misty painted approach that whips up some decent creepy zombies and ugly gore, and then for five chapters (not consecutively, mind you) you get the intermittently striking, mostly dreary heavy shadows of Dean Ormston, who does the heavy-paints-interspersed-with-quick-sketches Bisley thing to awkward effect, particularly when it looks like he's got deadline doom snapping at his heels (Part 18 is a disaster). Granted, this was early work for him. Same for Doherty. Hell, same for Staples earlier in the book.

Definitely the same for Chris Halls, who had debuted as a cover artist for the Megazine the month prior to his one and only chapter, and was subsequently never seen on first-run interior comics pages again; he did, however, provide the Mean Machine makeup effects on the beloved 1995 Judge Dredd motion picture, which apparently caught the eye of Stanley Kubrick (whom I imagine threw his fruit punch at the screen as soon as Stallone removed the helmet) and launched Halls to ever-higher prominence in the cinematographic arts under his birth name of Chris Cunningham. Yes, Come to Daddy Chris Cunningham. All is Full of Love Chris Cunningham. Frozen Chris Cunningham - I know I'll be thinking of Judge Dredd more than usual at halftime today. But while this is all very amusing, much like the time Paul Thomas Anderson drew comics under the name "Stephen Platt" (NOTE: this is a lie), Cunningham's art is actually rather fascinating in being SO green that its blend of blatant Bisley licks, monochrome drawings, shadowplay and near-abstract, potentially computerized images of nuclear annihilation is like witnessing an artist putting things together in his head, somehow in front of you.

Still, the star of both "Judgement Day" and Case Files 17 as a whole can only be Carlos Ezquerra, rocking his very much not green cartoon style in brazen defiance of the painterly strokes of everyone else (though I think he actually is painting the colors). Squat in faces and curvy in architecture, there's something about Ezquerra's look in this period that's almost manga-like, specifically a Masamune Shirow-type Euro-informed approach, willing to set stylized figures in a detailed, heavy, but distinctly drawn setting, something that blends right in with the racing lines of many, many scenes of violent activity. His art in another story, "Taking of Sector 123," is even better:

I love it! "Sector 123" is another nothing story, a Dredd putting down a revolution story/goths are weaklings story, but a really good artist can coax out the fundamental emphasis on action and thereby make it seems a bit more fittingly Dredd, and therefore a little more worthwhile. That's the backing of Dredd, the default Thrill, but a lot of the artists in here don't have what it takes to push it. You can't just write this stuff.

DOUGLAS: That Ezquerra page is just great, but then most of them are. This is probably my favorite era of his art, when he got to do that supersaturated color work but hadn't yet switched over to the too-airbrushed computer coloring of his recent stuff. Everything about that page's composition just works. The inset images of the freaking-out 123'ers and the cucumber-cool gunner are the same size and shape but at opposite corners of the page; Dredd's cycle is aimed at the revolutionaries and butting into their panel; the curve of the cycle lights' position and the bike's movement are balanced with the Gunbird's curve and its stasis; the ship is pointed right at the image of the gunner, as a hint that we're seeing what's happening inside it; the few details of the buildings we can see imply a lot that we don't; every image on the page has a different enough color scheme that the eye bounds right from one to the next... that kind of balance of total clarity and brute force is rare and wonderful.

Ezquerra's also much better than anyone else in this volume at the very basic act of indicating what's going on in any given scene, where it's happening, etc. Doherty gives us a little glimpse of Sabbat's cloak-made-out-of-souls in the first chapter of "Judgement Day," and Ormston knows it's there, but as soon as Ezquerra arrives he makes sure we get a good look. I do like the "Chris Halls" chapter a lot, though, Bisley-isms and all--that panel you pulled out for your TCJ column a few weeks ago is terrific. (An especially nice detail: Dredd's helmet and outfit are the only areas of solid black in the image, and the zigzag reflection in his visor is the only pure-white detail without spraypaint speckles.)

As for additional Halls interior art: This site claims that there was a story called "Aliens: Matrix" by Halls and Grant Morrison (!!) that was supposed to appear in the British Aliens Magazine #23, two issues after the final one that actually got printed. If that actually exists somewhere, I think I would not be the only one who would be very curious to see it...

It's interesting to think of "Judgement Day" as a superhero crossover, although I suppose it is just in terms of having to cater to the regular readers of two ongoing publications who probably overlap but might not (while, ideally, attracting readers to the lower-circulation series and convincing them to stick around). It was the first of three major crossovers between 2000 AD and the Megazine. The second was 1994's "Wilderlands"; Wagner wrote that one with an eye to making sure readers of one series but not the other wouldn't miss anything important happening, with the result that not very much of import happens at all. 1999's "Doomsday Scenario," also written by Wagner, was better planned (following two separate, simultaneous sets of events), but they haven't really tried attempted a big crossover since. ("Judgement Day" is maybe more a crossover in the sense that it's got Johnny Alpha in it, although for the life of me I've never figured out what he's doing in the story. Or why Brett Ewins drew one of its covers.)

As for "momentism": yeah, that's true enough of "Judgement Day," but I think it's interesting that a lot of the really memorable character moments of Dredd as a series overall--the ones that get callbacks later on--are either things that happen in passing (Dredd interrogating De Gaulle, DeMarco kissing him) or things that happen to other characters (the revelation of Rico's face, Chopper being led away while everyone shouts his name). For all the times Dredd's had "I AM THE LAW!" stuck in a word balloon, I don't think there's ever been a particularly notable bring-up-the-Hans-Zimmer-music one, and thank heaven for that. "Gaze into the fist of Dredd!" is as close as it gets, and nobody's going back to that well.

True enough that Dredd's always been a view of America from abroad--although you could say as much for a lot of post-British Invasion American mainstream comics writing, from Watchmen on down through Morrison and Ellis and Gaiman and so on. (I'm trying to imagine how an American writing something along the lines of "Whatever happened to the British dream? You're looking at it" would come off.) One of the things that makes Dredd particularly interesting to me, though, is that it's a view of America from the British Isles and for a British audience. Which is why the American cultural references in Dredd always surprise me a little, e.g. Ennis calling his Referendum story "Twilight's Last Gleaming," roughly the equivalent of calling a story to be published in the U.S. "Frustrate Their Knavish Tricks." Cf. Alan Moore joking that "we had to put up with those references to Benedict Arnold in Superboy without knowing who he was." That's also another point of difference with regard to Ennis's Dan Dare: Dare is, more than any other comics character of his kind and caliber, British to the core. Of course, Ennis is Northern Irish, which puts yet another spin on it. But you're better equipped to talk about where Dredd sits within Ennis's body of work than I am...

JOE: “Nobody's going back to that well.” A rare sentiment these days, Douglas. It reminds me of "Helter Skelter," which we’ve mentioned a few times; Ennis did that story as a mature writer, as a means of dealing with his past, but not just on the page; part of the deal was that he (and I presume artist John McCrea) would get the rights to his (their) very first comic, the literary comic, "Troubled Souls," if Ennis agreed to return to Mega-City One. I suspect he may have done it to ensure the legalities remained in order for his and McCrea’s comedy series Dicks -- since the lead characters there had first appeared in "Troubled Souls" -- and, possibly, also to give his debutante work a proper burial, a la Chris Ware and Floyd Farland: Citizen of the Future. BOOM! BOOKEND!

That’s the funny thing about 2000 AD and its sibling magazines - sometimes people do get their stuff back. I know Rian Hughes has a Tales From Beyond Science collection out next month from Image, and his Yesterday’s Tomorrows collection has "Really & Truly" copyright him and Grant Morrison, while the Case Files 17, Judge Dredd and all related characters and their distinctive likenesses and etc. are copyright Rebellion A/S. For a while, that was the purportedly the lynchpin of Alan Moore refusing to write any more of The Ballad of Halo Jones, even above the protests of artist Ian Gibson: he wanted the rights to the series, though he’s more recently indicated that he’s no longer interested, much like how he (supposedly) turned down the rights to Watchmen-the-book when DC (allegedly) slapped ‘em on the table in an effort to secure permanent spin-off rights for unlimited sweet prequel action.

Obviously, they didn’t need clearance at all -- just like 2000 AD can theoretically hire anybody on god’s green earth to crap out Halo Jones IV -- though I’m unaware as to the legalities surrounding the presumably still-active reversion language in the initial Watchmen agreement. Didn’t stop ‘em from attracting some high-profile teams. Perhaps the situation can be dramatized via a rival bit of work-for-hire, here from Chuck Dixon and the late, great John Hicklenton:

Call it a recessional hymn. Partly because it’s soaring and over-dramatic; I can very much imagine how all manner of highly skilled creative folks might participate in Before Watchmen, because they might well have spouses and children and circumstances critically predicated on money, and I rather think there would be money, lots of money, money in extraordinary quantities, as much as one might read the whole situation as DC’s cutting their silver with heavier metals. Shit, I can even imagine some of these comics being good, despite their covers looking like the product of a creative community that’s decided Watchmen was really all about bad-ass heroes, crazy-ass villains and rude-ass titties; who needs haunting symbolic overtures when you’ve got the Comedian doing his best “this is my face while I’m fucking you in the ass” routine? Yet... I mean, Brian Azzarello wrote Doctor 13; I can’t imagine one of his series won’t carry some metaphoric charge, whether it be to criticize Alan Moore, or DC, or just maybe track the Ditkovian hero’s progress from, say, Rorschach being like Spider-Man in issue #1, then the early Question in issue #2, then Mr. A in issue #3 and so on.

That’s aesthetics though. There’s an ethical component too, if maybe not a broadly persuasive one. Business-wise, you're always going to have a hard time convincing Americans that something is wrong if it's not against the law, and I don't think it's ultimately a convincing argument to very many people that you shouldn't work on a company-owned superhero comic if one of the principals says 'don't do it' and the other one's basically going 'have a goddamned blast,' and in doing so you're **probably** once again delaying the return of their contractually assured property to them -- which we might guess involved more than simply the return of the reprint rights to Watchmen-the-book, since otherwise why would DC offer that shit to Moore in the first place to guarantee the prequels? -- even though it's not a black letter statutory violation of the sort that would win you 25 in the Iso-Cube. But, you know, neither was DC not paying a stipend to Siegel & Shuster for a long time; they were persuaded by the community into doing that under the threat of their Superman movies becoming toxic from bad publicity. Alan Moore, in contrast, is low-hanging fruit with fans and some professionals alike; the bombs'll really go off if DC starts seriously fucking with Neil Gaiman, instead of just declining to pay him commiserate with prose publishing, which is how the Sandman 30th Anniversary project got scuttled a few years back.

But it's a slippery situation, this, because remember when I told you fans don’t really know who the Punisher’s creators are? Part of that’s because they weren’t credited in the issue from where I ripped the above image. Somebody PLEASE correct me if I’m wrong here, but I don’t think they were credited in any of Ennis’ Punisher comics. I don’t know about the royalty situation concerning movies or anything, but I’m thinking they’re not making money off of miscellaneous appearances by the character. So, much in the way that Alan Moore is arguably guilty of Internet Sin #1: Hypocrisy in putting Voldemort in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, one could also say that Garth Ennis is complicit in the systemic abuse of superhero comic book creators by simply electing to work on a corporate-owned superhero character, though admittedly that would make Gerry Conway guilty of the same in debuting the Punisher in The Amazing Spider-Man. And anyway, if "creator rights," as it appears to have been redefined this week, means refusing to trample on the rights of any creator (of scripting or art content) to follow their legally unprohibited bliss (although the publisher, of course, will be the legal creator in a work-for-hire context), then really there's no way not to oppose creator rights short of keeping your damn mouth shut or everyone being replaced by literal script and art droids.

It's all very funny to me, because I think Garth Ennis has lived a pretty laudatory professional life. I really do think he's conducted himself very ethically in traversing the comic book landscape. I find him admirable. Yet he's also had to make decisions pursuant to living a life in serialized comics, because there isn't much a serialization apparatus anymore that both pays steadily and lets you publish what you want, and I get the feeling from his interviews that Ennis probably would just rather write comics he and an artist create themselves when at all possible. But even with something like The Boys, Ennis has readily admitted to a certain "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" impulse behind it; I'm enough of an Ennis tragic that I own the dvd for Stitched, this awful 17-minute horror movie he wrote and directed, but there's a nice hour-long bonus interview on the disc about his career, and on there he very candidly describes looking for a way to do a monthly superhero comic his way, and I'd expect that's because even as far back as 2005, 2006, the writing was on the wall about how poorly any 'mainstream' comic book writer's creator-owned miniseries work would sell without the juicy superhero hooks that Mark Millar could bring, let alone a very longform, 60- 70- 80-chapter monthly serial. And that started at Wildstorm, at DC, and Ennis and Darick Robertson wound up getting the rights to that back from whatever creator participation deal was in effect after the first few issues. Because maybe he'd behaved well with them, and done well for them, and maybe they couldn't figure out a way to get it to work without him, because their objections to it were almost philosophical, and it hadn't made Watchmen money. Who's to say? I just think Ennis conducted himself as well by him as he did by them.

And while Ennis also says on the Stitched dvd that his writing finally clicked into place on Hellblazer because he'd stopped smoking pot and, more pertinently, had gotten all the "garbage" writing out of his system, I wonder if there wasn't something deeper to his 20th Dredd century than just providing a public school in which to make mistakes and experiment with his personal obsessions. I wonder if this isn't a document of a young man learning the ways of the world, of hooking up for the first time in a professional capacity with a property he sincerely loves and seeing, feeling, understanding the presence of its creators and people rather than abstractions, of accepting ideas from the original writer and developing a fruitful, happy relationship with the original artist, and then taking that experience to the wider world of superhero abstraction.

Because while I love some superhero comics, Douglas, the American system, the structure, is not built to flatter creators. Rather, it's built so that the appeal of superheroes, big superheroes, shared-universe superheroes, is in the windows each issue form onto the alternate, virtual realities of the Marvel and DC universes. To nurture the continued function of those universes, artists are always less necessary than writers and editors, but in the end individual writers and editors are less necessary than an assurance that new hands can learn to function. Because voices are 'best' here when they sink into characters. Some writers, like Grant Morrison -- conspicuously, I must say for the record, the only DC pro at this time to publicly tell the Before Watchmen offer to fuck off to hell -- nonetheless enjoy this structure, though I think for many it still carries the odor of exploitation, of dehumanzation, of suffocated pleas for help, a cape of souls and faces.

To read Garth Ennis Comics, to hear his voice no matter what, does risk repetition. But to know you’ll always see a Garth Ennis Comic, regardless of structure, is to blunt that dread impact that crucial little bit.

“Kill Superheroes !!! Tell your own dreams.”

- Alejandro Jodorowsky

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Thanks again to Joe! Next week, Graeme McMillan returns to this site for a discussion of the first collection of the most memorable series that launched in Megazine vol. 2's early days: Devlin Waugh: Swimming in Blood.