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Friday, April 16, 2021

Post-apocalyptic cinema: Love & Monsters mini-review


Love & Monsters
is a ton of fun. 

Probably the best, over-the-top post-apocalyptic adventure romp that I've yet seen. It mixes heart, comedy and ridiculous creatures. Road Warrior and Fury Road look positively down to earth by comparison. 

The actors all do a stand up job, the dialogue is solid, and there weren't any narrative missteps that took me out of the experience. 

It's not super deep. It won't change the world. But it's not intending to.

The monster designs are great, a fun mix of horrific and cute, and despite the light, breezy tone, there are genuine moments of cringe inducing suspense. 

And the giant leeches are gross.

The hero is a goof, but his evolution into hardened badass flows nicely and feels natural.

Two thumbs up, as they say. 



Saturday, July 7, 2018

Magnum Thrax: Future Fossil, Part 1 of 5

I wrote this Magnum Thrax short story as an action piece. In hindsight, it may have a bit too much action. Live and learn. The story's set in a satiric sci-fi trope fest, a post-modern post-apocalypse. I'll be posting some notes on the why's of Magnum Thrax after the story concludes.

Enjoy!


The leopard spotted tank raced across the searing hot salt flats, pulling a train of wagons loaded with oak barrels. A large, Vegas-style sign spun atop the turret, emblazoned with ‘Pleasurepit Five’ in neon pink. 

The vehicle slowed as it approached a rock formation that jutted out of the salt ocean. Their it paused for a moment, engine revving. 

The ruin of a big purple transport rig lay forlorn in the sand to the right. The front windshield was shattered, and the glittering purple paint was streaked by ragged claw marks. 

Far above, in the crystal blue sky, advertising clouds drifted, shilling products that hadn’t been made for a thousand years.

The tank's cupola swivelled towards a cleft in the rock to the left, wide enough for a vehicle. There were signs on either side of the entrance, promising water and goods for gold, and death for those who couldn’t pay.

The engine roared. Greasy smoke belched from rusted exhaust pipes. The tank charged up into the narrow passage, clipping the sides of the granite canyon. Sparks and stone chips sprayed out form each impact as the tank raced recklessly forward. 

Several harrowing hairpin turns later, the metal beast pulled out of the canyon’s cool shadows into a gloriously sunlit sand cove. The walls were lined with stacked, makeshift residences constructed out of salvaged materials looted from ancient buildings. Along the north face, cog wheels mounted on steel supports suspended a rickety freight elevator over a thirty-foot wide hole in the ground. Above it was a wooden sign that proclaimed, "Welcome to Utan Oasis."

The top turret hatch popped open, and an impossibly good looking man stuck his head out, with a full head of glorious hair, sharp cheek bones and square jaw. Obviously genetically enhanced. He wore wrap around sunglasses and a Seventies-style white disco suit that never, ever got dirty. 

His name was Magnum Thrax. He was eighteen and he still had zits.

“Kal!” he called. “Kal! Where are ya, buddy? It’s Thrax!”

Silence. 

“KAL!!!"

Thrax swore. It’d been a week since he’d last had radio contact with his friend. He bit his lip and scanned the compound.

No one in sight.

Dust blew. An unsecured door clattered in the wind.

Thrax tapped the tank’s top with the butt of his rifle, and hauled himself out. “C’mon, ladies. Time to play hide and seek.”

Other hatches clanged open and five impossibly beautiful women, wearing skimpy outfits of latex, fishnets, and camouflage, clambered out. They hefted incongruously large energy weapons that hummed with gigawatt-voltage menace. 

“Hi Mr. Thrax; no sign of your friend, then?” asked one wearing classic Iris van Herpen boots. She wore a white armband with a red cross on it. Thrax struggled to remember her name. Candy. That was it! The team medic.

“Nope, nada. I gotta find him,” proclaimed Thrax, roughly running a hand through his hair. "I just gotta!" 

“Aw, hey, hey now,” soothed Candy, her voice welling with empathy. "It'll be okay, you'll see.” 

“Damn well better,” growled Thrax. “If he’s lost Lil’ Eastwood, I’m gonna kick his ass!”

Candy scrunched her pert nose and gave him a confused look. “Eastwood?”

“Thrax's gun,” explained Kitty, leaning over Candy's shoulder. She squinted up at Thrax, who was backlit by the summer sun. “You and that stupid magnum. Who names a gun, anyway?” 

Thrax bristled. “Everyone names guns. It happens to be very common.” He looked to the others for confirmation. “Am I right? Like naming a sword, or a hat.”

Kitty shut off her mobile entertainment unit and slipped it into her back pocket. The latex sucked it tight to her skin. “It’s still dumb. And we’re here for the zinc load, not Kal, and not your gun.” 

“Wait.” Thrax was still hung up on the naming thing. “I seem to remember it was you who named the tank, ‘Big Bad Bitch’.” 

Kitty gave him her zinger look. “Well, yeah. It’s a tank. Anyway, Kal should never have gone ahead in the first place. That’s his bad move and he should suck up the consequences. We just need to find the zinc for our reploboxes and split.”

Thrax ignored her and pointed at the tallest, most regal of the androids, his squad sarge, Andromeda. “Andy, take Sister Cinnamon and check the church. Could be a, you know, service or somethin’ goin’ on.”

“Yessir!” Andromeda levelled her weapon and headed off, followed by Cinnamon. Their six-inch high combat boot heels scuffed up dust as they skittered sexily away.

Thrax scanned the otherwise empty compound. “Where are all the Utans?” he muttered. The place was usually crawling with the ugly fellas. He lit an atomic cigarette, took a deep drag, and hopped off the tank’s hull. If the residents weren’t in church, in bed, or at work, they'd be drinking, belching, and barfing in Betties’ Norstar Bar. 

He strolled towards it, puffing on the glowing green atomic cig.

Three androids, Kitty, Miss Jade, and Thumper, spread out and followed behind him, weapons at the ready. Candy stayed with the tank, which was just as well. As a medbot, she wasn’t a fighter.

Thrax leapt up the steps and barged inside.

He wished he hadn’t: the stench of decaying flesh inside was overwhelming. Bodies were strewn all over: sprawled over tables, on the floor, or disemboweled where they’d sat. Entrails were smeared on the bar. Thrax spat out the cig and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Working quickly, he walked by the bodies, checking faces. 

Kal wasn’t among them. 

Whew!

Bile rose in his throat. He began to gag, and there was no stopping it. 

He stumbled out, vomiting as he went, adding to the colourful crimson mess. As he stood panting and trying to recover his equilibrium, he noticed that the door and surrounding corrugated metal sheets were riddled with bullet and energy bolt holes. 

Thrax heaved up more food bits. The sun beat down on his back as the last remnants of his lunch splattered over cracked wood boards. He sighed, wiped the drool from his lower lip and straightened up. 

The team was standing before him, expressions of disgust written all over their pretty faces. 

Crap.

Well, screw’em. Who cared what a bunch of synthetics thought, anyway?

He jerked a thumb at the bar. “All dead.” Drinking at Betty's would never be quite the same again.

“Oh, man, now that’s just nasty,” said Kitty, looking at Thrax’s well digested lunch. “Why didn't you just turn off your sense of smell, boss-man?”

Dammit, thought Thrax. Kitty was right: like the androids, Thrax wore an invisible, full body nano-suit that protected him from radiation and contamination. But it was on manual. With a thought, he activated the auto-defenses. Next week he’d get one of those virtual avatar assistants to keep track of these things. Maybe the Monroe AI model. She had a sexy voice. “Okay, olfactory sensors blocked. Now: Kitty, Miss Jade, I want you to sweep and clear. Hostiles could still be here. Thumper, you’re with me.” 

“Wait, hold on there, kiddo,” groused Kitty. “You're sending me with Jade? You know she’s the newbie, right? I just don't think that’s happening, unh-unh.”

“Shut it, trooper,” snapped Thrax, regretting that he’d sent off Andromeda, his squad sergeant. It was only his second mission, though. He'd just turned eighteen, so Kitty-Big-Mouth wasn’t about to acknowledge his authority without a fight, despite Thrax being rated fully human, and then some. He had good genes. Amazingly good genes, as a matter of fact. Everyone in The Pit knew it. Meanwhile, her android code was dodgy. These androids weren’t military grade, just sexbot models repurposed for combat by self-taught coders out of pure desperation. They were the defenders of Pleasurepit Five Sex Emporium, the last bastion of human civilization. It wasn’t a great museum, or a university, or a monastery. It was just a sex emporium.

Thrax wondered if that was ironic.

“Bad enough I’m here at all, and ya’ll know it, too. I was supposed to be guarding the grain silos back at The Pit. No way I'm going with Jade into some monster buffet,” said Kitty defiantly, doubling down. “She's a desk jockey, and she never shuts up, either. Give us totally away. No offence, girl.”

Miss Jade bristled. “Seriously? That… that is totally unfair. I earned the right to be here. I studied combat manuals for weeks, and I completed all the basic firearm regulation and maintenance simulations.” She tugged her micro mini dress down and smoothed the plastic. “I happen to have been going over mission relevant background.”

"Uh-huh. The Big Bang?”

Jade shrugged and looked at her immaculately buffed boots. “I wanted context.”

“Whatever,” groaned Thrax, bored of their bickering. He reached over and snapped a switch on Jade’s bulky laser rifle. “It helps if you turn the safety off.”

Miss Jade blushed beat red. “I knew that, Mister Thrax, I was just diligently waiting for the right moment. And, point of fact, regulations specifically state that weapons should be kept on safety until–”

“Oh, bull, girl!” Kitty got in her face and wagged a finger. “Regulations get people killed, ya know, which is why you shouldn’t be here. And why I’m not going with you.”

“Enough!” Thrax restrained the urge to pop an artery. “You two got your orders, I’m not changing them, so make the best of it. Go. Now!”

Kitty blew a gum bubble at him, then popped it. “Fine. Make ya feel big, does it?”

“And go left,” added Thrax. “Check the living quarters. Me and Thumper will check the warehouses.”

“‘Thumper and I’,” Jade corrected, prissily. “Precision in all things, Mister Thrax. Holistic nature of life.”

Thrax ignored her. Foxy librarian sexbots like Jade were extremely punctilious. Great at planning, and organizing your archaic book collection, but damn annoying in the field. And she was always trying to get him to read. Read! What era did she think they were in? No one did that crap anymore! If it wasn’t text in a video game, or on a piece of munitions, Thrax wasn’t interested. Reading was for old people. Everyone used neural taps, anyway. Jade’s saving grace? Her base model was the Foxy Librarian, so she followed orders and procedures, wasn’t nearly as annoying as Kitty, and had a head full of facts, figures and obscure knowledge, which came in handy at the oddest of times.

Thrax spat and trotted over to the first warehouse, followed by Thumper. It was a big ugly thing, mostly embedded in solid rock. He motioned for the voluptuous android to pull back the door. It slid easily on greased tracks. 

Thrax scanned the interior with his weapon’s sensors.

Empty. 

No life form readings, and even worse–no zinc. 

“You are soooo screwed, mission leader,” observed Thumper. “If you go back empty handed, they’re gonna–”

Thrax spun about, anger and expletives flooding his adolescent brain. He kicked the dirt and had a little spastic frustration fit. “Damn freakin’ fubarks!” he swore through gritted teeth, trying to keep his volume down. “So unfair!” 

“So’s the lot of an android,” said Thumper dryly. Her model was athletic, rambunctious, and not very tactful. 

But neither was Thrax.

Thrax took a few deep breaths and calmed himself down. Thumper had a point. “True. The humans at The Pit, all of us would be dead without you. We owe you androids everything.”


“Huh,” said Thumper, taken aback. She started to say something, then stopped.

“What? Spill it,” said Thrax. 

“I just… don’t think any human’s ever bothered to tell me that before. Thanks. I always thought you were dicks.” 

“Dicks? That’s what you think of your creators?”

“Well… I mean, yeah. It’s egocentric to create entire species who’s only purpose is to fulfill your sick, twisted, depraved fantasies. Honestly, the stuff with the plastic and the fish and those rings–”

“Okay, okay, I get the picture. No need for details.” His future was on the line with this mission. The Sex Emporium’s Grand Council of Elders, Protectors of the Ancient Enlightenment, had made that real clear. For an element so rare, Zinc was essential for their reploboxes to make vital equipment.


If he didn’t get that zinc, his ass was grass!


*****



For more Magnum Thrax, see the novel, Magnum Thrax and the Amusement Park of Doom

Available on Amazon. 

starsIt's Mad Max on crack – Glen Conley

"Underneath this outlandish story’s brash exterior lies astute social commentary and sharp, unapologetic humor." – Kirkus Reviews

Saturday, May 30, 2015

First lady of the Post-Apocalypse: The Statue of Liberty



Since at least Planet of the Apes, the Statue of Liberty has been a staple of post-apocalyptic fiction. It's now a de rigeur cliche to include her, in all her battered copper glory.

According to the People's Oracle, otherwise known as Wikipedia, the statue represents the Roman goddess Libertas and holds a tabula ansata, upon which is inscribed the date of the American Declaration of Independence.

From heel to top of her head is 111 feet. If you include the raised arm, she reaches a staggering 151 feet and one inch and weighs in at 450,000 pounds.

That's 53 feet higher than the Colossus of Rhodes (98 feet), and 48 feet higher than the Colossus of Nero (103 feet). Still dwarfed by the largest statue in the world, The Spring Temple Buddha in China, which is a staggering 420 feet high.

But no one bothers blowing it up onscreen.

That honour belongs to Lady Liberty, and she's been at it long enough she should have her own IMDB page.

She's been dismembered by giant monsters, blown to bits by aliens, tossed about like a plaything by super villains, frozen, buried in the desert, submerged beneath the ocean, and otherwise ill treated.

For my money, Planet of the Apes is her finest performance. So stoic. After that, perhaps Cloverfield (the rolling bowling ball head was an unexpected, gutsy choice), then A.I. (she held back here, giving an understated performance that only included her raised torch. Classy.), Deep Impact, and then perhaps Independence Day. She's been in a number of exploitation and knock-off films as well, but we won't talk about those.

You can see some post-apocalypse Lady Liberty below, culled from book, film and concept art.



She does lose her head frequently. 


Looks like she lent her arm out to A.I. at this time.

There it is.
It does get around.










A collection of Lady Liberty's appearances.





Finally, she's gotten savvy. When the next disaster arrives, expect her to be well prepared:







Monday, January 12, 2015

Thundarr the Barbarian: Interview with Buzz Dixon Part I

The opening credits

In the early Eighties, a post-apocalypse children's TV show debuted on the airwaves: Thundarr the Barbarian. He would fight evil wizards, mutants, and robots for two seasons, with the help of his friends Ariel the sorceress and Ookla the Mok:

The year: 1994. From out of space comes a runaway planet, hurtling between the Earth and the Moon, unleashing cosmic destruction! Man's civilization is cast in ruin! Two thousand years later, Earth is reborn. A strange new world rises from the old: a world of savagery, super science and sorcery. But one man bursts his bonds to fight for justice! With his companions Ookla the Mok and Princess Ariel, he pits his strength, his courage, and his fabulous Sunsword against the forces of evil. He is Thundarr, the Barbarian!


Created by Steve Gerber, the show was wildly imaginative and surprisingly dark and atmospheric for Saturday morning TV. Gerber had an eye for talent, and brought in artist Jack Kirby and writer Buzz Dixon to help develop the show.

I interviewed Buzz about his experience working on Thundarr, and he graciously answered my tome of questions. He's as awesome as the show he worked on!

Q: How did you come to be involved in the program?

I had been hired by Ruby-Spears Productions (Joe Ruby & Ken Spears) about a year or so before the Thundarr project began. I wrote a number of short cartoons for them for various programs, typically the back-up segments of shows about various comedic characters. I was during this period that I met Steve Gerber and came to work with him on both the Ruby-Spears shows and on his Destroyer Duck comic.

I forget the exact point of origin of Thundarr as a show, but I know Steve and Joe Ruby had discussed a variety of ideas in the aftermath of a failed attempt to do a Marvel based show (and a good thing it failed, too; it was essentially The Avengers only they were all paired up with funny dogs). I know several other writers had a chance to contribute to the show as well, including Mark Evanier and Marty Pasko (who suggested the name Ookla based on his experience with French college students asking where they could get “Ucla” [i.e., UCLA] shirts).

I was told the show was going into active development and that I would be working on it. The first staff meeting for it was announced, and Steve said he knew a couple of artists whom he thought would be good for the show (Doug Wildey and Alex Toth had already done some basic design work for the presentation; this was to be more along the lines of production art).

Team Thundarr: Ariel, Thundarr, and Ookla
I went into the meeting and arrived before most of the other staff. John Dorman, head of R-S storyboard department was already there talking to an elderly gentleman I’d never seen before. Now, when you hear people say “he had a twinkle in his eye” they typically don’t mean it literally, but in this case the older guy’s eyes literally were sparkling, almost crackling with energy. He was funny and quick and very perceptive and I took an immediate liking to him.

One by one the rest of the staff drifted in and, because they saw me already talking to John and the older man, they assumed we’d been introduced. The meeting started and I was floored by the incredibly sharp imagination the older man had, taking tossed off ideas from us and turning them around and expanding them into something much bigger and cooler. I didn’t know who he was, but I knew he was brilliant and I was delighted to have him on the team with us.

Atmosphere!

He and I struck it off very well at the meeting and began what would later develop into an abiding friendship. When the meeting finally ended his wife came in to pick him up, and he told us he’d get to work drawing some of the ideas we’d discussed. Everyone else went back to their offices.

I went into Steve’s office (he was going to be the story editor on the series) and told him I was really impressed with the older guy but that nobody had ever bothered to introduce us.

“That was Jack Kirby,” he said.

My reaction was something along the lines of “THAT WAS JACK KIRBY?!?!?” Obviously I had heard of him and knew his work, but I had never seen a photo of him before that. Had I known it was him I would have probably been too flabbergasted and tongue-tied to have gotten two coherent syllables out!

So I tell people I was friends with Jack Kirby before I even knew he was Jack Kirby.

Character design by Jack Kirby. Thundarr on the left for size comparison.

Q: Thundarr’s one of the craziest animated shows to come out of the Eighties. It has such a distinctive, atmospheric setting. The Cartoon Network described it as Conan the Barbarian meets Planet of the Apes. Were there other points of inspiration behind the show?

Pretty much anything and everything that wasn’t nailed down. There used to be an ultra-cheap black and white tabloid called The World Weekly News. When other tabloids were reporting about the latest romantic shenanigans of movie and pop stars, they were running articles about mutant bat-boys and pits opening to the gates of hell in Siberia. It was wonderful, wacky stuff and we’d buy an issue each week and pass it around the office to spark story ideas.


Obviously there was a huge sci-fi influences. The Time Machine and World Without End were two movies that helped spark ideas, and I’m pretty sure Logan’s Run was an influencer as well. Joe Ruby and Ken Spears had been story editors on the live action Planet Of The Apes TV series and they had a lot of left over ideas they told us to put in shared with us.

Of course, with people like Jack Kirby and Steve Gerber working on the show (as well as writers like Roy Thomas and Mark Evanier and Marty Pasko and others) plus contributions from R-S own art department (in addition to the aforementioned John Dorman we also had the now legendary Jim Woodring, Thom Enriquez (who helped design Ghostbusters and a host of other movies], and a number of artists well known in the animation field working for us) there was no shortage of ideas flowing in.

Let me give you an example of how creativity works: I’d read a book on the Burgess Shale, a sheet of fossil rock found in Canada that contains thousands of fossilized remains of tiny sea life that has been extinct for over half a billion years. Among these was a little critter called the hallucigenia.

Wizard lair. Looks like the Legion of Doom made it into the future.
We know literally nothing about this organism: Was it plant, animal, something else? We don’t even know which end was up or how it moved (it’s even been suggested that it’s not a whole organism unto itself but rather easy to break off appendages of some other, larger, unknown animal). People have drawn hallucigenia is a variety of angles, and one of those looked to me like an old fashion steam locomotive on stilts.

Well, that got me thinking, and I wondered to myself who in Thundarr’s world would want a train on stilts and why? And that backed me into a story where one of the last old steam locomotives was still being operated, and that backed me into a plot point that could get Ariel, Ookla, and Thundarr involved.

So some little bug 505 million years ago spawned a Thundarr episode.

Hallucigenia: TV show inspiration at its finest.

Q: Thundarr is a barbarian injected with noble ideals set loose on power mad Wizard Warlords. In that sense, his crew is like a post-apocalyptic A-Team, always standing up for the little guy. Wizards are invariably vainglorious, hungry for power and prestige. There’s one episode where a wizard is committing heinous acts specifically to impress The Council of Wizards, an exclusive club to which he’s applying. Thundarr defeats him and the wizard applicant's proud facade is stripped away and his naked want is revealed. Did you try and introduce a moral lesson with each show? Were the wizards meant to represent a particular flaw of character?

All stories have a moral of some sort; they wouldn’t be stories if they didn’t. Writing a story without a theme or moral is just writing a list of events.

Creators can’t help but to put a theme or moral to their story. It will come out in the way they choose to express themselves. R-S did silly short cartoons as well as action adventure shows, and even there you could see the difference in POV between one writer or artist and another.

Insofar as we were doing the show under the watchful eye of the network, and insofar as the network wanted to make sure our episodes espoused some sort of “pro-social value” (to use the phrasing of the time), we tended to have pretty stark right & wrong / good & evil themes.

Every hero has to be captured occasionally. It's the law.

A few years after Thundarr, I wrote an episode of a show called Dungeons & Dragons in which the antagonist, a skeleton-knight, was shown to have a wholly understandable and sympathetic motive that nonetheless put him in direct conflict with the heroes. At the time it was considered somewhat of a breakthrough since he wasn’t depicted as an irredeemable villain but rather a tragic character with flaws.

We occasionally touched on that in Thundarr in episodes where we had antagonists who had been turned into mind-controlled slaves or werewolves, but the big villain was always depicted as evil through and through.

Q: What impact did Jack Kirby, creator of Kamandi, have on its direction?

Huge, huge, and even more huge. With an extra helping of huge on the side. As I said, Jack came in and just started peeling off ideas like a big spender peeling hundreds off his bankroll. More than once we’d toss out a throw away idea or gag, he’s take it, turn it around, expand on it, and hand us back something that we ended up building an entire episode on. (“Treasure Of The Moks” was one incident of that happening; he knocked out a few prop and locale sketches for another story that made us realize we had to do an entire episode set among the Moks.)

On occasion we might have to change something that veered too specifically into Kamandi territory, but that was basically like telling Jack, “make ‘em lizard guys instead of lion guys”. Always a specific visual, never a basic idea.

The only recurring villain in the show: Gemini.
He could turn his head around and be Mr. Nice Guy.

Q: The series is notable for having fun villains, from fire breathing wizards to egomaniacal, disembodied brains, and were occasionally complimented by incidental monsters such as the awesomely silly Grizzly Snake. Which was your favourite?

Though werewolves are an old idea, I think the story we did about a tribe of them preying on other humans was my favorite example of a specific monster I enjoyed writing. (We set the story in the ruins of the nation’s capital as a nod to a low budget horror movies called The Werewolf Of Washington.)

Thundarr as primitive, barbaric werewolf. So the same, but hairier.

Q: The world of Thundarr has always struck me as brimming over with possibilities for adventure, much like Mars in the John Carter books. It’s not as limited as many cartoons of the period were by recurring villains and one static setting. Gerber must have had this in mind when he created the show. Did he also have ideas on where to take the program if it were successful?

We toyed with several ideas that never came to fruition. One was a backdoor pilot in which three young women gain time traveling powers and, after an adventure in Thudarr’s era, go back in time to our era (sorry, can’t remember the episode title right off the top of my head; I’ve written hundreds of scripts and stories and am always thinking ahead to the next one, not the ones I’ve already done). We did an outline for a proposed Thundarr origin movie (the sunsword was a weapon that two galactic civilizations had been fighting over and caused the disaster that destroyed the planet when it fell to Earth; Thundarr eventually acquires it and wields it against all comers).

Possible spin-off characters debut
Joe Ruby asked us to come up with ideas for a future series of Thundarr stories for season three (which we never got to, of course); specifically he wanted to introduce Thundarr’s kids. Steve (IIRC) came up with the idea that Thundarr and Ariel marry and have two children, a tomboy barbarian daughter and a son who follows his mother’s magical inclinations. Three versions of the characters were developed: Toddlers, ten year olds, and young teens.

Joe, typically, could not decide which version to go with. I suggested doing all three versions: Thundarr and Ookla would help Ariel overthrow her evil wizard father, and since she had to stay to run the kingdom, Thundarr reluctantly decides to settle down with her.

Hugs. Thundarr was the Anti-Seinfeld.
The series would be called Thundarr The King, and each episode would open with a scribe recounting a story from some point in Thundarr’s reign. This way we could skip about in the stories, dropping in on the twins when they were little kids or teenagers as the need dictated. Unfortunately, the network opted not to pick up Thundarr for a third season and that was the end of that.

Q: What was in the show’s bible? Did it flesh out the backstory of the characters much? Were there strict rules governing the behaviour or attitude of the main characters?

There was a show bible, but outside of the three characters and the general background of the world, there wasn’t a lot of detail. Doug Wildey, Alex Toth, and of course Jack Kirby did some preliminary art that gave some of the flavor of the show, but past that we were on our own.

Early promotional image for the show. Very John Carter of Mars.

The one consistent thing was that each show had to have some element that kids today could recognize from their world. For example, we turned an aircraft carrier into a floating village by somehow peeling the flight deck off the ship and putting it atop a raft made of huge logs.

Pirate ship of the future: deck of an aircraft carrier, mounted on giant logs.

Q: From an article by Adam Eisenberg: ‘Once a slave, (Thundarr) destroyed the evil sorcerer Sabian and set himself and his fellow men free. Now, in the mixed up world of the future, he travels in search of the other wicked members of the Seven Citadels, hoping to set the humans they too have enslaved free…’ What are ‘The Seven Citadels’?

I think Steve had some background idea of an over-arching series of villain who would have to be encountered and defeated in order for Thundarr to truly be victorious and save the world, but that was Steve’s comic book background. He was constantly thinking ahead, asking himself how we would pay off long running continuities that he’d like to establish.

The truth was, at that time nobody was interested in doing story arcs, much less multi-part stories in Saturday morning. The cartoons could be pre-empted for sports or local programing, when they went into reruns nobody would show them in the original order (not to mention a episode might be delayed because of production problems and so a latter episode moved up).



So while we probably would have come back to Steve’s idea if either the movie or Thundarr The King had gone forward, in the end it turned out to be just one of several hundred (if not thousands!) of ideas generated for the series and put on a back burner.

Let me give you an example of the difference between comic book and Saturday morning thinking: Joe took Steve Gerber with him to pitch the Avengers + funny dogs show to Fred Silverman.* Steve had written short bios of each superhero (including Captain America, Submariner, Thor, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch, Vision), so Joe asked him to describe the characters to Silverman.

Steve decided to start with the one he thought was easiest to explain: Captain America. He started by saying Cappy was a super-soldier in WWII but had been frozen and thawed out only recently, so he was in essence a man out of his time.

Doc Octagon
Silverman looked at him and said, “You know, we ain’t doing Ibsen here.”

* Joe loved dogs, but his parents never let him have one as a kid. He and Ken created Scooby-doo, but after they were forced out at Hanna-Barbera, he spent the rest of his career trying to recreate that success by sticking a dog into everything he did (Ookla may have been a mutt in his mind). Once when his parents came to visit the studio, every writer and artist waited until they had a chance to speak to them alone and each of us asked the same question: “Why didn’t you let him have a dog?!?!?”

UCLA smacks down rat-men. Must be near NYC for rats that big.

Q: Post-apocalyptic fiction often criticizes, or satirizes, our modern day world. I remember watching Planet of the Apes when I was around seven or eight. It started out slow. Then all of a sudden you have half-naked humans being stampeded like animals, being beaten, whipped and shot by gorillas, who only pause to take trophy photos over the human corpses. It was terrifying stuff. As I grew older, I learned that Rod Serling was using the sci-fi format to comment on racism, Colonialism, and man’s general inhumanity to man. It was a very effective lesson. It didn’t traumatize me, but I can tell you I never forgot it. Nothing could justify treating people like that.

And then you have Saturday Morning Cartoons, which weren’t allowed to show someone hitting another person, or even depict a firearm. Indeed, Gerber had some harsh words for the Saturday morning competition: ‘The villains are all very nice people you’d love to have living next door to you, and the heroes themselves are such pansies that it becomes laughable.’ So combat in kids shows was fraught with peril, not for the combatants but for the writers. George Lucas made the villains in The Clone Wars mostly robots so his anti-droidite Jedi Knights could slice and dice them without worrying about censors. Obviously he took the idea from Thundarr, who similarly only cut limbs off robots. Gerber also had to make sure violence in the show was not ‘emulable’, which led to it being scaled up rather than down. Thundarr could throw boulders, for example, but not trip anyone. Yet Gerber intended Thundarr to be grittier than typical Saturday morning fare. Do you think he succeeded, or did the censors ultimately pull the program’s teeth?

It was a constant battle with the suits. When Thundarr was picked up for the second season, the network said they were going to be looking even more closely at the violence in the new shows.

Joe fretted over this since he felt we’d already watered the show down to the point where it was barely exciting. Steve suggested writing a second season opener that would be so violent that even after the network got through with it, we’d have enough left that in all future arguments over violence, we could point to that episode and say, “You let us do that, why not this?”

Ranting studio executive.

Since my episodes had been censored the most for violent content, it was decided I would write the season opener, “Wizard War.” I turned in the most action packed script I could devise. Steve Gerber later told people I was the only person he knew who could write a 45-page fight scene and not repeat himself once. Joe turned green when he saw what I had written, said, “We can’t show that to the network or they’ll cancel us!” and pre-censored the script before it went to them.

They still cut out about 2/3 of what remained but what they did allow gave us precedent for the rest of the season and so we were able to finish the show with the same level of action as before.

Tentacled fortress of Octagon vs...

ABC-TV kept a copy of my script and used it to test new applicants to their Standards & Practices department: If they couldn’t find at least 50 things wrong with it, they didn’t get the job.

I was used as ABC’s official bad example for the next ten years!

...the wizard war machine of Skullus, the disembodied head.
Interstellar Queen, anyone?

Q: I can’t help but note that Ariel would often cast non-violent binding spells around defeated opponents, much the same as Spiderman would wrap his enemies in harmless webbing. Although admittedly Spiderman spent a lot of time clobbering people. Are there a number of common tropes / solutions that writers for children’s shows fall back on to tell their stories without raising censor hackles?

Magic had to be some form of non-supernatural energy that theoretically anybody could use with proper tools and training. No lasting harm on living things (other than vegetation) was permitted. You could harmlessly bind someone, temporarily enslave or transform them, but nothing more than that. Genuine occult symbols and practices were strictly verboten. There were anti-violence censors on one side censoring that, and religious fundamentalists on the other chasing after spooks.

Q: Gerber’s approach to violence seems to occupy a pretty reasonable middle ground: ‘What I would have liked to have seen, however, is a character barbaric enough to be able to defend himself and perhaps even kill when necessary in order to stay alive or to protect his friends from a menace that couldn’t be dealt with any other way. The big thing that we’ve had to overcome is that the censors tend to treat children as if they’re not just morons, but lunatics, potentially dangerous creatures.’

Thundarr necessarily exists in a simplified moral universe. On the other hand, in rewatching Thundarr recently, it was refreshing to root for a hero who had a sense of moral certainty. Someone who wasn’t a narcissistic mobster, Machiavellian bootlegger, amoral drug lord, or constructively directed serial murderer. Has the pendulum swung too far, even when it comes to adult programming?


Weird space gun battery and tiger men.

This is actually a question that leads up to GI Joe, which Steve recruited me to work on. Because of the ridiculous restrictions put on Saturday morning TV, we welcomed the chance to do more hands on action in the Transformers and GI Joe series. We weren’t allowed to actually say we killed anyone in GI Joe, but I made sure in every story I worked on as either a writer or story editor that some main character got seriously hurt and that there was a reference to casualties (which Hasbro never realized referred to both deaths and injuries).

Before working on either Thundarr or GI Joe, I had been a big fan of Japanese animation, in particular the various giant robot shows. They never shied away from killing a character if the story deemed it, and their audiences never seemed unduly traumatized for it.

(Now, as a grandparent, I have to say there is a strong argument to be made for non-violent programming as an option for some kids. We have a granddaughter who has nightmares when she sees Power Rangers, so she can only watch funny non-frightening shows like Lazy Town or Barbie’s Dream House (both of which are surprisingly hip and funny even for adults!). But that is an option, not a mandatory default setting for everyone.)

Converted cruise liner condos.

Perhaps the single silliest example of network thinking re violence occurred not in Thundarr but a show we were developing that wasn’t picked up: Roxie’s Raiders. It was an Indiana Jones rip off inspired story about a young girl running a traveling circus and the various adventures she encountered.

One of the pieces of pre-production art Jack did for this series showed Roxie tied to a stake in waist deep water while the villain unleashed two giant snakes from a cage. The network said there had to be a big rock between the cage and Roxie that blocked the snakes’ vision of her.

See, if the snakes could see Roxie, then the villain was deliberately trying to kill her. But if he just released the snakes in the water and they had to swim around the rock before seeing her, well, that was okay because it wasn’t like he was intending for them to see and kill her…

Roxie menaced by a deadly snake inadvertently unleashed by the well-meaning villain,
who totally didn't know she was there.

Q: Did it strike you as ironic that Thundarr cannot punch anyone in a show that destroys human civilization, killing billions, in the opening credits? Personally I cannot think of a more epic program opening.

“One death is a tragedy, a million is statistics.” -- Josef Stalin

The end of the world... billions die. It's a children's show.

Q: Why the choice to have the world destroyed by a passing planet? At the height of The Cold War, was nuclear war considered too controversial?

Anything related to nuclear energy was verboten: The nuclear industry would complain about anything they perceived as a negative reference while the anti-nuke crowd would complain about what they perceived as a pro-nuclear message.

Clearly, in our minds we saw this as a post-nuclear holocaust world even if we could not say so directly. As mentioned, The Time Machine and World Without End and the Planet Of The Apes movies and TV series plus a host of other movies, novels, and comic books had planted the idea of a post-apocalyptic world in the public mind. The fig leaf we offered the network was that it was a natural disaster and not humans playing with thermonuclear toys that did it.

Q: The show usually starts with Team Thundarr encountering humans being oppressed by an evil wizard and his goons. They drive the villains off temporarily, and the humans explain the reasons they’re being tormented. The team then foils the wizard’s evil plans, freeing the humans to pursue life, liberty, and the post-American way. Did you have tightly structured acts set according to the commercial breaks? How many acts did the show typically have? Did you mix it up?

The network had two commercial breaks in the program, so we naturally fell into a three act structure, each act slightly more than seven minutes (There was about 24 minutes of actual show per half hour, but once opening and closing titles were removed, they left just a little more that 22 minutes of actual story.)

Structurally they were a fairly easy set up, and perhaps we were at fault for not being more conscientious about mixing thing up. The plots pretty much followed the formula you suggest: Introduce set-up, introduce heroes, plot twist that looks bad for heroes at the end of act one; more conflict ending with an even bigger plot twist at the end of act two; hopefully clever resolution of last plot twist followed by our guys triumphant.

We didn’t have that many episodes to do and only had to deliver one a week, so the structure didn’t leap out at us as readily as it did with shows like Transformers where we had to crank out 85 episodes per season and deliver them on a daily basis. With those shows it very quickly became readily apparent when you were repeating yourself too much, thus forcing you to do something different.

Ah, wizard vanity... You just know the license plate reads WIZRD1

Q: Ariel embodies education and sophistication as Thundarr does strength and black and white thinking. Ookla is emotion. Like Chewbacca, he’s a pet dog in humanoid form. Would that be a fair assessment? (TV Tropes is even more specific in identifying Ariel as SuperEgo, Ookla as Id, and Thundarr as Ego, leaving the egomania for the Wizards.) Do you break down characters in most shows along these lines?

I think we instinctively knew that but didn’t particularly over intellectualize it. Thundarr was very much like Conan insofar as Robert E. Howard once described his creation as too stupid to do anything except cut himself clear in the most direct method possible. Had we done either the Thundarr origin movie or the Thundarr The King series, we would have expanded on Ariel’s frustration with Thundarr’s hands on approach to things.

Q: What exactly IS a Mok? A mutated man, animal, or something other?

Ya got me, kiddo. In my mind (and I think Steve’s), Moks were human / animal hybrids created by some wizard. They’re mostly human (say 60%) and the rest is animal of some sort. I’m pretty sure everybody had a different idea, but so long as they remained big strong hairy folk who growled a lot, it didn’t affect the stories.

Q: The show travels all over North America. I believe it even goes as far south as Central America, with one episode featuring Mayan step pyramids. What location did you have the most fun with? Were there any that you wanted to get to but were unable to before cancelation?

It was decided to keep the series in North America since that was the initial audience area. We discussed going overseas but decided it would involve too much travel time. (Not that we would have shown the travel time, but a trip to Paris -- which we once discussed – would have implied a year long journey on foot or horseback.) Yeah, we could have magiced ourselves or used technology to do it, but that kind of went against the grain of what we were trying to do.

Meso-American pyramids doubly abandoned.

I mean, it was a fanciful show, but not that fanciful…

In the end I think it was basically Steve’s reluctance for the characters to travel outside of North America that kept us from using those locations.

Had we done the Thundarr movie, I was going to show football had grown from a sport to a literal religion in Thundarr’s time with a large coliseum turned into a cathedral, referees as priests, and cheerleaders leading cheers with a Gregorian chant cadence (“Rah-rah-sis-boom-bahhhhhh”).

Q: 'Lords of Light' is a catchphrase Thundarr throws around frequently. Was this a reference to Roger Zelazny’s novel “Lord of Light”? In that book, the crew of a spaceship set themselves up as false Gods, until they are eventually overthrown by a rebel named Sam.

Steve came up with that, so I don’t know if he was inspired by Zelazny or not. I tried introducing “By the rancid rubber rectum of Roosevelt!” as an alternative but they rejected that. (You see why I was the most censored writer on the show.)

Guys with guns that don't look like guns. Because censors.

Q: One episode happens at the Alamo, which is put under siege. The human inhabitants have access to powerful technology (very unusual for the progam) which they use to fight off the wizard Crom, who wants it back. They stole it from him when they escaped enslavement at his hands. The episode introduces Time Travel, our modern age, a young girl, an escalator trap, a put upon traffic cop, and a monster snake made out of automobiles. The episode crammed a lot into twenty-four minutes. The pace never lets up. How did you set about plotting these adventures? Were the shows ‘broken’ in the writing room by a group, before you wrote the final draft?

That was the busted pilot, if I recall correctly. I think there was some suggestion given to it being a two-parter but Joe nixed it and we boiled it all down to 22 minutes. It was tough shoehorning everything in, and huge hunks of character development and backstory were wacked off and tossed aside.

The spinoff show trio: Charlie's Post-Apocalypse Angels.

We didn’t have a room in the sense of a sit-com, where one writer or team is assigned the basic chores of writing the script but everyone is expected to contribute ideas, but we frequently kicked ideas back and forth.

Our heroes contemplate the stolen property that defends the Alamo.
Next week: Part II. Buzz Dixon talks about why post-apocalyptic literature is so appealing to young adults, restrictions on TV show merchandising you won't believe, what it's like to work day-to-day on an animated show, and his current projects. 

The man is profilic!