Gardner Fox was a bad writer.
Stop liking Gardner Fox, people.
He wrote bad scripts. They were bad.
Bad, bad scripts. So bad.
Understand this.
Bad.
Stop liking Gardner Fox, people.
He wrote bad scripts. They were bad.
Bad, bad scripts. So bad.
Understand this.
Bad.
Oh, you will say. What about the classic “Day of the Thing That Did A Thing”?
Right, right, I respond. That was the boring one with the arbitrary puzzle based on made-up science and no personality, right?
Yes, that one.
Right, right, I respond. That was the boring one with the arbitrary puzzle based on made-up science and no personality, right?
Yes, that one.
No, no, not that one, you say.
Oh, the mystery story with the dumb scheme and the irrational clues and no personality? That one?
Yes, yes, ahh.
Oh, the mystery story with the dumb scheme and the irrational clues and no personality? That one?
Yes, yes, ahh.
But no, not that one.
Oh, was it the classic barbarian pulp story with the formulaic villain and no personality?
Ah yes.
Oh, was it the classic barbarian pulp story with the formulaic villain and no personality?
Ah yes.
I must hide now.
Mark Waid is hunting me.
Mark Waid is hunting me.
This is going to be on Bleeding Cool soon, I expect.
But treated as deadly serious.
But treated as deadly serious.
