Hype: Seed Toss, Rough Cut
Warren Craghead has a new comic up on his site for free download. it’s awesome as usual, so go get it.
Warren Craghead has a new comic up on his site for free download. it’s awesome as usual, so go get it.
I meant to write some words on the passing of the great Belgian cartoonist last week earlier, but then figured that since I was going to Paris over the weekend, I’d pick up a couple of his classic comics to reacquaint myself with some of those stories that meant so much to me as a kid and which I’ve only ever read in Danish translation. To my not inconsiderable indignation I discovered, however, that the French-language market, despite overflowing with product these years, apparently still can’t support extensive reeditions of its classics. It appears that only very little of Macherot’s work is in print, and none of it was available at the otherwise reliable stores I frequent in the City of Lights.
On the other hand such utter mediocrities as Jean Graton’s Michel Vaillant, Tibet’s Ric Hochet and Eddy Paape’s Luc Orient are available in archival editions. It’s depressing. Macherot is a
a master on the level of his distinguished colleagues Peyo, creator of Johan et Pirlouit and the Smurfs, and Morris, the co-creator and artist of Lucky Luke. His best work is not only immaculately crafted, but intelligent, personal, fun and not a little unsettling.
Louisiana, Denmark’s primary museum for modern and contemporary art, are presenting a large exhibition of manga this fall. The concept covers the history of the Japanese comics tradition, from the graphic narratives printed almost 200 years ago to the present comics industry. It opens on Thursday and runs till February 8, 2009. More information (in Danish) here and here.
Goodbye to a class act.
Here’s the climactic scene from The Hustler (1961) in which Newman had his first great role. A fine mix of self-confidence and vulnerability. And then there’s the slightly surreal egg-eating scene from Cool Hand Luke (1967), in which he interestingly, and quite hilariously, subverts his own macho image.
… er som ventet ikke særlig god; her en lynhurtig spontananmeldelse i kølvandet på gallapremieren, som min søster havde været så elskværdig at invitere mig med til:
Men lidt sjov er der dog: inkluderingen af en astronaut med indvandrerbaggrund åbner for en del relativt morsomme indslag om integration, Muhammed-krise og den slags, og enkelte gagscener er ret sjove, men på et komplet konventionelt plan. Den generelt respektløse og platte humor forekommer måske umiddelbart som en fin versionering af Deleurans stil, men hurtigt opdager man at fyndigheden, underfundigheden og det lune, øh, glimt i øjet ganske mangler.
My man Lars has started an English version of the sterling German graffiti blog, I Love Graffiti. And he has hit the ground running, blogging several posts a day and neatly providing both writers and enthusiasts with a one-stop entry point to the world of graffiti and related arts. He is amongst the foremost authorities on the field, so go bookmark.
Top, archive image from legendary Copenhagen writer SEK; below it, illegal burner by Brazilian master Os Gemeos.
Det virker som var det i en anden tidsalder, men første gang jeg var på Rubadub var der 20 mennesker, maximum. De var spredt rundt i lokalet; nogle hang i baren, andre stenede i de midt på dansegulvet anbragte sofaer og en ensom Hydepark stod oppe på scenen og spillede reggae, som så mange gange før. Det var første sommer, i 2002, og forholdene skulle snart ændre sig.
In an interview, Kurt Westergaard regrets his appearance at the Danish People’s Party’s annual convention. He states that he “understands the principle that employees of independent media shouldn’t identify themselves with a political party“. But at the same time he complains that people make “primitive identifications” when someone — himself — speaks to different people, ie. the Danish People’s Party. I personally think that Westergaard’s got a fair point, but that’s just not how things work in the media these days (context matters!). And someone at Jyllands-Posten ought perhaps to have told him.
I’m glad Westergaard said sorry, but something’s still a little quirky here…
The picks of the week from around the web.