
just showed me several lines and color tests yesterday. Our Bloodsucking Nazi Zombies comic has officially begun. I'm very excited and will post pics asap.
Do you ever run into a particular acquaintance repeatedly? I had abnormal psych with a girl last year and we keep showing up at random places. When it happens we laugh.
The problem with Coraline, and Neil Gaiman in general, is that someone already did it better a decade ago. Clive Barker's The Thief of Always was from a mind still in it's dangerous prime while Neil can't ever seem to find his fangs. The greater the capacity for cruelty & knowledge the greater the imagination. And isn't imagination what we respect? But unfortunately even Gaiman's work on the Hellraiser comics don't carry an iota of maliciousness. He's just arrived late to the party to help Grant Morrison kill Bruce Wayne but it's all incredibly derivative. When sales hit a slump in the early nineties they killed Superman and put Azrael in the bat suit only to ret-con (return continuity) the following year. Yes, the idea of Deathstroke filling the cowl with Harley Quinn as Robin is a post-modernist fanboy hard-on... But little more than that. We're not at a feeling level in comics yet. Nor are we actively pursuing the future Moores and Millers of the medium. Should we really expect anything less than a re-run of the last fifteen years?
What throws me for a loop though: Kevin Smith can write. The same man who weaseled his way into the Weinstein's pockets to be supplied an untalented film career is one of the only four people that should be writing Batman right now. Bar-none he's the only man working right now that can write The Joker (even upstaging veteran Denny O'Neill and Jonah Nolan's serious incarnations). Why? Because Smith doesn't forget that The Joker is fucking funny. Psychotic and scary, yes; but also brilliantly ironic. One would think Joker an easy character to write but they'd be surprised at how many times he's been done wrong. Ledger and Smith have been the only two to perfectly define the character for this generation. In their scope he's both foot soldier and satirist for a brutal, inevitable future. And I'd have it no other way.
Why can't Jason have the good grace to stay dead? Saw and Hostel killed Horror film so this must be a case of the head living separately from the body. He can run, shoot, trap and play dress up to his heart's content but if he's still whining about mommy while murdering half-naked twenty-somethings it's the same old shit. Why not bring in environmental issues when developers attempt to tear down the camp? Perhaps shed light on his nigh invulnerability by exploring the curse aspect and sacredness of death? The audience is (or at least should be) far too intelligent for this tripe. Never will I deem a formulaic reboot anything but a shameful failure when it had eleven entries to get it right.
I am indeed working on my own Batman comic titled, "Joke's On You!", a penultimate Joker story to combat the rash of bad ones. If BSNZ takes off and DC wants me to do a Tim Kring and fuck up Batman I'll submit this and my Croc story, "Gently Smiling Jaws."

and I are also co-writing "Winter Shadows" which updates Freeze, Riddler and the moral question of Gotham vigilantism.