June 2004

06/30/2004

Handling the Truth

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

So I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 earlier this evening.

First off, I must state that I used to be a big Michael Moore fan. Roger & Me was one of the first independent films I ever saw (and still stand as one of the finest American films from the 20th century, IMHO), and played a large part in getting me interested in independent cinema, as well as documentaries (well, that along with Ken Burns’ work). Subsequently, I was a big fan of Moore’s first show, TV Nation, and became a strong believer in what he stood for.

Yet as time passed, I became somewhat tired of his antics, with the real turning point being when he accepted that Oscar for Bowling for Columbine. I didn’t have a problem with his message (I believed it wholeheartedly) it was just totally unnecessary to drag those other nominees into some self-serving stunt; there’s still plenty of debate regarding if those other nominees were properly informed on exactly what he was going to say. From that point on, Moore began to develop a penchant for twisting the truth (or even outright making stuff up), and making himself look like an angry bitter jackass in the process.

Though I figured it anything, with such topics as 9/11 and the war in Iraq, Moore would have plenty to work with, without the need to produce any outlandish (and often unfunny) gimmicks to get the message across, and I was pretty much right on the money. Fahrenheit 9/11 is Michael Moore at his best. When he’s good, Moore is an absolute master of presenting just the right juxtapositions to get the desired reaction or emotion. Moore had a very clearly defined point of view and did an excellent job of supporting it.

At times, the film was actually humorous. Going in, I was mostly afraid that Moore would try too hard to be funny, and thankfully, this wasn’t the case. And at other times, the movie got me really pissed, such as seeing the administration (along with our wonderful news bureaus) manipulate the public with fear. Mainly because, and as much as I’m ashamed to admit it, I was also one of those who was freaking out over nothing. Granted, I’d like to think living near where it all went down had a little to do with that, and it wasn’t like I went out and bought pounds and pounds of duck tape or was afraid to open envelopes. But as a certain point, and the same could be said for many of my friends, I was hating a certain group, plus supporting aggression towards them, and for no real justification, other than blind faith (and despite that a mockery of an election that had just taken place!) and a need for revenge. That and the copious amounts of misinformation.

But the parts of the movie which spoke to me the most were the ones that dealt with people in the military and their families. I grew up in a military community, near Fort Lewis in Washington State, and I can’t tell you how many times I was stopped in a store, or even on the street, by some army recruiter who feed me false promises of what I could see or do or even become if I joined the forces. And witnessing the angry reactions of those who have family serving in a time of war towards those who are against it is all too familiar; when the Gulf War broke out in ’91, I voiced my opposition towards it, since I saw it as a battle over oil, and became the most hated person in my junior high school. Not only friends, but my teachers, made me feel truly bad for voicing my opinion. Even though I felt I was clear in voicing my support for the troops…. because I knew some of them, they were my friends and loved ones too… I was still branded as un-American, and it really left a mark on me. And of course, most disturbing was witnessing American troops enjoy themselves as they treated the Iraqis, both dead and alive, inhumanely. Once again, from seeing how the military works from a bit on the inside (not just by my family, but those around me) and knowing how it manipulates people to do their bidding, I can see why such behavior exists. Not to say I condone it of course, it’s just sad to see conditions exist to see to allow it to happen.

And the most gruesome parts were seeing innocent Iraqis maimed and killed due to the senseless fighting. Many argue that such imagery is excessive, that war is not supposed to be pretty to look at, and that if Americans really saw what were on those battlefields in the middle of World War 2, that perhaps even that fight would have lost public support, and is therefore an inappropriate, as well as unfair, means of suppressing support for the war. Though the difference between WWII and the Iraqi war is that at least back then, we had just cause to get involved in bloodshed.

But still, is Moore being manipulative by showing such footage? Of course he is, because that’s his job. He’s a filmmaker and it’s his duty to build an argument with whatever he can use to his aid. I used to hate Steven Spielberg because of Saving Private Ryan, since I found it to be an overly-manipulative piece of trash that plays into people’s sense of patriotism and sentimentality. But I later realized that he’s just really good when it comes to using the viewers’ emotion responses to his advantage; can’t fault a man for his skills. But I can blame him for fucking up potentially good films like AI, but that’s for another time…

Then again, just because Moore was saying which I wanted to hear (by shedding light on facts which I had either found too confusing or simply suspected) didn’t mean I was going to soak it all in wholeheartedly. Like I said before, he’s a master of this craft, and has a reputation of twisting things a bit too much. This may seem like a very minor thing to point out, but in the very beginning of the film, during the title sequence, there’s a montage depicting the President and all the various figure heads in our country getting ready to be on television. Basically, it’s all of them getting their noses powdered and acting all nonchalantly just before they go on the air to address the incidents that had just taken place that morning on September 11th. Bush in particular looks like a confused dolt, but the footage was actually before a speech made much later down the road. Not sure if anyone else picked on this, and it is pretty minor, but still….

Anyways, for those who are opposed to Bush and everything his administration has done, this film is sure to shed new light and clarify some things. And for those who support the President and his endeavor, perhaps this film will change their minds, but it’s a highly doubtful. Guess it depends if they’re willing to believe some angry, smart-mouthed liberal.

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06/29/2004

MoCCA 2004

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

Well another MoCCA Art Fest has come and gone, and as expected, it was amazing. I was there on the behalf of the Friends of Lulu, which meant selling memberships and copies of Broad Appeal (the latter which I’m always happy to do), but I still found plenty of time to scope out the multitude of cool stuff on hand.

This past year was very much like last year’s, just a bit bigger and a day longer. In fact, I really didn’t see too many new books or minis, just mostly stuff that did well last time back again, which I actually welcomed. The thing was I had absolutely no money to spend… I know I always say that but end up spending about $150, but seriously, I had no money. At first it didn’t bother me that much…. I simply kept a mental note on what to get at the next show. Besides, at every con, almost 20% of what I purchase is out of pure impulse (or out of guilt in an attempt to brighten some poor artist’s lackluster day) and it turns out to be junk. But as time wore on, it started to really get to me. Especially when I reminded myself that I wasn’t going to San Diego this summer, SPX is many months away, and I still hadn’t picked up Craig Thompson’s masterpiece, Blankets, which premiered at, and subsequently became the breakaway hit of, last year’s festival.

Anyhow, if you go to enough of these kinds of shows, you sorta know what (and who) to expect. But each year I always discover something totally new, something completely awesome. This time around was BB&PPINC and their assortment of uber cute comics, prints, and shirts. So despite being on an ultra strict budget, I simply had to pick up the shirt of a weenier dog doctor giving a roast chicken an examination. Plus I also picked up a shirt from the Sara Varon, who’s not only one of my favorite cartoonist, but is also a boxer! As I figured it, I like mini comics and all, but I need new clothing, so if it’s based on mini comics, then that’s two birds with one stone.

But even if I only had just one dollar in the entire world (actually, that wasn’t so far from the truth…. Jesus, I wish GMR would be faster with their checks), I still wouldn’t have hesitated to pick up the latest mini from Todd Webb, who as I’ve stated before, draws robots better than anyone else (plus he can draw pretty much anything awesomely, including turtles as I learned this weekend). Plus Todd’s like the coolest, nicest guy in the world and it’s always great seeing him. He was there sharing a table with Dalton Webb (no relation) and Quicken Forbidden. I actually got the chance to attend the ceremony even though I technically wasn’t supposed to be there. But thanks to the help of very talented (and also nominated) Tomer Hanuka, I was able to make the event anyway, and even had desert passed along to me, which was really nice.

The MC was the much loved and sometimes loathed Evan Dorkin who was actually seriously ill and in no real shape to talk, let along dole out insults, but he did so anyways, and was easily one of the best things about the whole affair, (the other being Neil Gaiman and his great speech). It was also a pretty educational event; insults were thrown at various parties and I was ignorant as to why, since I really don’t follow the comics scene all that closely. Luckily Scott Roberts was on hand to explain why this person was hated and why that person’s names elicits boos, and so on. Unfortunately Dave and John did not win, but as they say, it is an honor to be nominated, and they were among some great company. By the way, Craig Thompson won best cartoonist of the year, and everyone knows he deserves it.

And before all that, I had dinner with Todd, Dalton, Toby, Scott, and Erin Houlihan, who designed Broad Appeal, at Two Boots Pizza. The original plan was Kat’s Deli, but thankfully I managed to steer the course from a gastrointestinal disaster just waiting to happen. Plus at Two Boots, we had the friendliest waitress in all of New York City and got a chance to explain how I envision our futures as slaves to aliens plus my potentially Nobel Prize winning idea for the perfect pets (it’s all about eating nutritious cubes from an assortment of anuses).

As for the rest of the show, I chatted with ton of people, which is also par for the course for any con. Got to see many old friends (whom I had no trouble remembering, thank God), that either flew into town and a few of which I hadn’t seen in years, or still live the city but never get to see as much anymore. It was especially great to see Babyhead Magazine guys were present; they still hate the Matrix and still love Tron as much as I do, hence why they’re awesome in my book. Plus they finally made shirts based on their killer design of the three bad guys from Superman 2, which I alas, had to pass on due to lack of funds. And sadly, the guy who does Pape Rad was not present, and it was a loss felt by not just myself.

Plus you get to meet tons of cool new folks; I ended up talking at length with Entertainment Weekly’s comic reviewer, and also introduced her to all my friends in hopes that their work might get covered. I even helped filling her in on info for numerous stories that she was working on (such as going into the back-story between Jeff Smith and Dave Sim). And of course, there was a healthy contingency of super cute girls eager to show off their comics and zines, and I was more than eager to oblige.

Though the one person who stood out the most was Alexa and she was the “world’s youngest cartoonist”, or said her mom. Alexa was a very friendly and spunky 6 year old girl, but her mother…. should seriously be ashamed of herself. I was invited by the mom to check out the daughter’s work, which were collected into volumes and being sold. First off, Angelica’s work does look like a 6 year old’s, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, and there was a great sense of whimsey to everything, as well as a rather sophisticated sense of narrative (for her age mind you) to most of her pieces. But as I was flipping though the pages, the mom would make remarks like “oh, that’s not a very good one” or “that’s not her best work.” Jesus Fucking Christ woman, she’s six years old! And besides that, that’s your own goddamn daughter you’re talking about!!!

But the worst part was how the mom explained how Alexa used to love playing with play money at home, but now that she’s “figured out” that drawing pictures can be profitable, no she likes making the real thing. And with that, Angelica exclaimed “I love money! Love money!” It was so sad….

Anyways, it was a stellar show from top to bottom. Even though I didn’t go away with a ton of cool comics, I did leave inspired to do my own, which is perhaps that best thing one to take from any show. Oh, and I did get a really nice drawing of myself that Todd did.

Some people think it looks like Dave, and while the similarity is there, if you look closely, you’ll notice that there’s a slightly prominent chin, like yours truly. Also, you might have noticed that Todd wrote 2008, which means it’s from the future!

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06/25/2004

A Gathering of Cartoonists…

by Matthew Edward Hawkins

This weekend is the MoCCA Art Festival. If you’re a follower/believer of the independent/small press scene and want to stock up on mini comics, zines, or perhaps nifty looking t shirts, that’s where you’ll want to be.

This year’s fest will be two days instead of just one (it’s become that that big) and the pure variety and quality of work available is sure to exceed expectations, as its done every single year thus far.

I’ll be there both days (of course) to lend a hand to Friends of Lulu (if you don’t have Broad Appeal yet, here’s your chance), as well as show support for friends like Dave & John, Raina (Telgemeier), and Abby. Plus it’ll be a good chance to catch up with folks I rarely get to see, like Todd, who draws robots better than anyone I know, and a few of my peeps in Meathaus. And if I’m lucky, Farel might be in town, and maybe even the guy who does Paper Rad.

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