Posted by at 11th March, 2010

They say that everything becomes respectable, given enough time. The lowly comic book, once the scourge of polite society and pea-brained Red-baiting demagogues, is currently enjoying a stint in the catbird seat. The “graphic novel” got the ball rolling. First appearing in the 1980s, these long-form comics lent the medium a patina of literary seriousness, and things have never been quite the same. Paradoxically, sales of comic books have gone into the crapper, as 12 year-old boys decamped for the virtual pleasures of the Web, reality TV, and assorted other time-fillers. It’s clear that the primary audience for comics now – especially superhero titles – is composed of adult males, some old enough to ground those tweeners, when necessary.
No surprise, then, that among the most popular traveling exhibitions is ZAP! POW! BAM! The Superhero: The Golden Age of Comic Books, 1938-1950, and its companion piece, Lights, Camera, Action: Comic Book Heroes of Film and Television, both of which I recently took in at L.A.’s tony Skirball Cultural Center, in the verdant hills of Brentwood, a stone’s throw from the already-fabled Getty.
Posted by at 10th March, 2010
Posted by at 10th March, 2010
Posted by at 10th March, 2010
Posted by at 10th March, 2010