Charlton Comics' BLUE BEETLE #5
Review by noted comics
colorist Carl Gafford,
reprinted with permission.
I had a rare opportunity one day while at Defiant to tell
Steve Ditko how much I loved this particular issue of Blue Beetle
and how I thought the story was THE BEST combination of
philosophy and popular fiction I'd ever enjoyed.
Basically, the question (no pun intended) is what makes a hero?
Can we reach for the stars, or must we grovel with the worms?
Like in the conclusion of H.G. Wells' film THINGS TO COME, it's
Everything or Nothing, The Universe or the Dust. Standards ARE
hard to achieve -- that's why they're CALLED standards. Whether
it's standards for athletic or intellectual excellence, or moral
standards in today's do-you-own-thing morality, standards are
goals that not all people achieve, but that doesn't mean that
they should be lowered to democratize them for the masses.
In this story, a self-inflated art critic named Boris Ebar is
accompanied by his posse of long-haired, maggot-infested hippie
admirers at an art show in Hub City, and he's gushing in praise
over a piece of art called "Our Man," depicting a poor
old soul unable to attain lofty standards and therefore left
behind to wallow in his own insecurities and unsuccessfullness.
Ebar: "Here is what I call OUR MAN! This anonymous work is a
perfect example of art that reveals the true spirit of Man... Man
as he really is. The entire form is nondescript... lacking the
usual grotesque, heroic pose. The missing eyes, a profoundly
human touch with which all may identify and which dramatizes
Man's inevitable weaknesses. Notice, please, the touch of pure
genius... the DELIBERATE LACK of a heart! The faculty that Man
SHOULD obey! The closed hands, symbolizing Man's inability to
solve or control the illusion we call existence. Yes, this is
True Man... This is how we really are... no one can improve on
it... or escape it! We can only accept... OUR MAN!"
To the hoity-toity art critic, this is REAL art, not like the
hackneyed, old fashioned art that TV moderator Vic (Question)
Sage and Ted (Blue Beetle) Kord and his girl friend Tracey
admire: "The Unconquered," a statue trumpeting Man's
strive for greatness.
Tracey and Ted walk in on Ebar's dissertation in the splash panel
of page one. Tracey: "Ted, even if he means it as a joke,
it's a disgusting appraisal of Man!"Ted: "He means it,
Tracey...and he and a lot of others REALLY believe it!"
Including Hugo, one of the slackers there. Hugo thinks to
himself: "It's true! That's exactly how I feel! Man is an
incompetent nothing in a world of mystic terrors... all without
meaning or purpose!"
Ebar spots TV newsman Vic Sage: "Ah, the famous Vic Sage.
Surely you share my esthetic beliefs, the irrefutable logic
that..."
Sage: "I'LL speak for myself! Your views and that thing
belong on a junk heap! But it's perfect for all of you..."
Ebar is dumbstruck that his opinions would ever be questioned,
and the dirty raggamuffins take umbridge at Sage's comments.
One loser: "How dare he attack Ebar or a truce work of
art!"
Sage: "...perfect for self-admitted nothings who have
nowhere to go in their world of nothing!"
Tracey, Ted and Vic then walk into another room filled with
heroic, positive paintings and sculptures.
Tracey: "What a difference! The men who created these
certainly thought well of Man and his world!"
Ted: "And of themselves, Tracey! They spent themselves on
what they considered worthy of their time and abilities!"
But the dirty slackers don't see it that way.
Female Loser: "This pretty stuff gives me the creeps.
They're trying to put us down!"
Vic replies: "My, my, it's so unfair, isn't it? You can't
have what you want and wishing for it should be all the effort
you need to get anything."
Then Hugo spots one particular statue and starts to go into a
rage: "'The Unconquered.' I hate that statue! I hate heroes.
I'll... I'll smash it!!"
Ted places himself between Hugo and the heroic piece of art.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on that statue!"
After a brief threat of violence to destroy the statue, the
losers' collective spines melt as Ted, Tracey and Vic stand
together to defend the heroic art.
Ebar is indignant: "Sage, you owe me an apology! I'm a
recognized art critic and you embarrassed me... and made me
appear like a fool!"
Sage: "I owe you nothing! How you feel about your own
evaluation of art is your business! Don't try to use me to foster
your opinions!"
Tracey asks Ted: "Why are you staring at 'The
Unconquered'?" Ted answers: "There's something about
it! It signifies more to me than just a fine figure... something
deeper... It's PROOF that Man is NOT helpless! Man can set a goal
and achieve it. As the sculptor did with his statue, so can
anyone else, but Man has to motivate himself!"
Hugo is also wrapped up in admiring a piece of sculpture, as he
slinks back to the Our Man sculpture and thinks to himself:
"We are like this statue! Man doesn't have the power to
achieve anything! Man is a helpless speck in an unknowable
universe ruled by strange forces that control Man's will and
destiny! By himself, Man is nothing and can do NOTHING!!"
Life then imitates art when Hugo dons an "Our Man" suit
he's based on the statue and sets out to wreck other, more
conventional (and more successful) art. He's stopped by the Blue
Beetle, but this only gives self-acclaimed geniuses like Ebar and
the easily-led psuedo-intellectual elite crowd and their slacker
audience a chance to extoll the plain man and excoriate the Blue
Beetle for holding property values above the values of their
"art."
((I wish I had the room to quote the pages of dialogue as Hugo
justifies championing his inadequacies and how a fawning crowd of
do-nothings take up his banner. As mere text on a screen,
dialogue looks ponderous. Combine text with art, and you have the
emotion and impact of comics.))
The debate soon becomes fodder around every office water cooler,
and in one panel a shiftless office type (with a pronounced pot
belly) takes up the cause: "It's better for Man to identify
with weakness. It gives him a humble, truer perspective of
Man."
His sniveling office mate agrees, but he sees one secretary
angered by the conversation: "Yeah," he whines,
"this rat race of always proving yourself is insane! It
seems our Miss Efficiency doesn't agree!"
Darn right, she doesn't: "You want to pull a vicious switch!
You sneer the best as unworthy so you have an excuse to remain as
lousy as you are!" You tell 'em, sister.
Ted then decides to take this battle from the street to the
museum, and sponsors a Heroic Art exhibit with Vic Sage agreeing
to emcee. The affontery to place Heroic Art opposite the One True
Path of Mediocrity gets the slacker crowd and Hugo aroused to
suppress the positive art exhibit (apparently, freedom of speech
is only for "politcally correct" art--Steve ahead of
his time again), but they meet with resistance from the Blue
Beetle, who snatches the costumed Hugo from the street for a
battle on the rooftop, safely away from hurting anyone below.
When the Beetle starts to win, one of the mind-numbed slackers on
the street grabs a rent-a-cop's pistol and starts firing at the
Beetle. Sage spots him: "That self-made idiot! He's refused
to use his mind for so long he has nothing to check his
impulses!"
Sage disarms the loser: "Because you deliberately turned
yourself into a mental cripple... that doesn't excuse your
actions!" "Ow!" cries the loser. "What ya do
that for? I'll kill..." But Sage cuts him off with an
uppercut: "Since you won't think, I'll tell you! Your
feelings don't determine anything! Especially the life of a human
being!" "Who are you to tell me...OW!" wails the
loser.
Meanwhile, Hugo has taken advantage of the Blue Beetle having to
break off the fight and escapes through a window into the
building (he's even a failure at being a failed hero for the
masses), leaving his costume behind to inspire the rest of the
hippie slackers to rise to new depths of unaccomplishment.
Back at his lab, Ted describes to Tracey how in the midst of the
fight, he kept thinking of that earlier statue, "The
Unconquered": "I was fighting for everything it stood
for... to me! For the best in a man whatever it is, whatever it
took to make that statue... whatever it takes to achieve anything
worthwhile! It can only be done by struggling to succeed! 'Our
Man' could only have won if I gave up... on what that statue
stands for, for what it means to me!"
Unlike the downbeat ending to the first Question story in BB #1,
where it seemed that no matter what the hero did, it had no
effect on the world outside, THIS story ends in a classroom as
two lazy students taunt their studious friend:
"You're crazy, Lou! You got to be a geinus or like the Blue
Beetle to solve those problems. Give up like me and Huck! You'll
pass anyway!" "No!" answers Lou. "If I give
up, I'll never know! They can be done and I know I can do them! I
know it!" BUT---you'll NEVER know if you never try, right,
Louie?
The story continues in the Question back-up, as the snooty art
critic Boris Ebar is back, now pedalling his doctrine of despair
among the easily led who run Vic Sage's TV station. Meanwhile,
Vic Sage has bought a different painting for his assistant Nora:
one full of optimism and accomplishment (a painting that Ebar
blasted in one of his "critiques"). Ebar shrinks from
the sight of it like a vampire exposed to a crucifix. Still
clinging to the darkness, Ebar hires two thugs to break into
Nora's apartment and steal the painting.
Enter the Question, who sends the crooks running. Now knowing of
Ebar's obsession against the painting, Vic has smoke-chemical
images of it set off around Ebar until he finally does something
to incriminate himself--attack Nora, in fact, to force her to
destroy the painting. He draws a sword dagger out of his effete
cane and threatens Nora.
"Please... don't force me," he whines. "Don't make
me do it! I'll pay you...but destroy it!" She won't comply.
"I'm not a hired accomplice to any crime!" she
declares. "Any force will start from you! You want the
painting destroyed... you alone will have to do it... if you
can!" And she holds it out in front of him. Can he even do
THAT MUCH on his own?
With his dagger in hand, Ebar stares at the painting, sweat
pouring from his brow as the heroic, smiling face looms larger,
ever larger... "I'll show you... Stop! Stop staring... Stop
Accusing Me! I didn't mean to betray you," he says to the
painting.
"You expect too much of me... I'm only human!" rants
Ebar as the face surrounds him. "Why won't you let me lie to
myself?" Ebar pleads. "Why do you keep making me see
what I let myself become... STOP IT! I must destroy you...to
destroy the proof of what I once wanted to be!"
He HAS to destroy it, because it exposes all the hypocricy of his
life: he must tear down others and their accomplishments in order
to justify his own inadequacies.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's not my fault!... I didn't mean
it!....forgive me!" He lunges with the dagger, one hand
covering his eyes... but fails to hit his target, only inches
away. Sage deflects Ebar's wild lunge with the dagger safely away
from Nora, while Ebar -- having failed to destroy the embodiment
of his lost conscience -- crumples into a sobbing pile on the
floor.
Which is where failures like him belong! Suppose President
Kennedy had said, "Well, we'd like to go to the moon, but
it's too hard, so let's just mess around with technical models
and congressional reports while some other country full of
go-getters that's not as sensitive to the needs of our poor,
suffering slackers who would feel incredible psychological damage
compared to other people and their accomplishments goes ahead
with THEIR space program and whups our butts."
Standards are high. Standards are hard. But the rewards are
greater than we can ever imagine. Just the act of reaching for
those standards takes us that much closer to the angels of our
better natures and further from the dust of the earth.
Thanks, Steve. We needed to hear that.