I'd like to start out with a belated tip of the cap to Sleestak for suggesting yesterday's post! Thanks, pal! Now, let's get down to business.
The main story in "Action Comics" #356 (November 1967) starts out on a bizarre note, as the Annihilator, a doughy Eurotrash doofus in an absurd costume, orders Superman to leave the Earth within forty-eight hours... and Superman agrees! Because the Annihilator is a dangerous individual. And he's obviously, unpredictably bat-shit crazy... a man who would willingly dress like that is capable of anything!
But the proceedings take an even freakier turn when the Annihilator decides to do what any publicly-loathed celebrity does to improve his image: adopt a kid who can show up in a few newspaper photos before he's handed over to the nanny for the rest of his natural life! His new son? A smart-mouthed teenage delinquent. Because, really, isn't that the obvious choice? Let's take a look at the irrepressible little scamp, starting with the cover.
The Prankster? Criminy! I can forgive a lot in a guy (evidenced by my continuing relationship with Weight Wizard) but a deficient personality and an ugly mug? Good night male nurse!
All that aside, I must say that "Action Comics" #356 had an intriguing undercurrent. Leather-loving outsider "caught... with the meat in his mouth" approached by a brawny, elaborately-moustachioed older gentleman who wants to be called "Dad"? (Haw! Your father's mustache, Pocketbook Pete!) I dunno. It just really resonates with me for some unknown reason.
Anyway, like a lot of father-son relationships, Annihilator and Son hit a rocky patch when hijo ingests some contraband substances.
So. The Son of the Annihilator is a lot of things, but one thing he's not is cool. He needs one of my patented Blockade Boy makeovers, pronto!
What else do I see in my head? Oh, you don't wanna know. You couldn't handle it! What? You're sure? Okay, I'll share one more thing: I can see Weight Wizard's face after I disrobed in the Conjugal Visit Pod at the addiction treatment center. I take it he'd never seen a robotic dingus before. And he'd especially never seen one with my self-designed Robot Hand with Pimp-Slapping Action attachment! Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sharing too much. Suffice it to say Weight Wizard learned his lesson. For now! And inbetween visits, he can think of me while he tries to scub off the huge motor oil stain I left on his back. Er, I'm sharing too much again, aren't I? See you next Monday!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Rescue Me Bonus: Son of the Annihilator
Posted by Jeremy Rizza at 5:28 AM
Labels: bitchin' mustache, goofball plot complication, groovy, pimp-slapping, Rescue Me, robotic dingus, sweet-ass muttonchops, Weight Wizard
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That's a pretty good cover, and Adams' (?) realism really highlights just how terribly shitty the Annihilator's costume is. Anyway, great redesign. Those frayed boots shouldn't work but by God do they ever.
Leather-loving outsider "caught... with the meat in his mouth" approached by a brawny, elaborately-moustachioed older gentleman who wants to be called "Dad"?
And who convinces the boy to come back to his "pad" by stripping in front of him before giving him to the power of "super-fist"? Ye gods, the homometer is off the charts on this one.
Thanks for this.
Oh, and it's true; the last time someone said "yer father's mustache" before this was in 1937.
Ah, that's better. The Son of the Annihilator... wait, he needs a name that's not so clunky...
How about the Juvinnihlator?
Tyler: Thanks, man! That's the tough part with the supercostume/street clothes thing: finding the proper balance. Although now I want to give him some love beads.
Steven: Haw! Yup, the homometer's needle is at the far end of the pink zone and is threatening to snap off completely!
Scipio: I aims to please!
David: Heh. Fun fact: I almost called him "Annihilateen."
Maybe the artist was trying to make Jr's face look kind of like James Cagney. It doesn't work so well because cagney is the kind of guy who will stuff a guy in the trunk of a car and then shoot it or shove a grapefruit in some dame's face or tap dance down a long staircase.
Kid Annihilator sort of looks like an evil Don Knotts crossed with an evil Don Rickles--wait a sec--I just mean Don Rickles.
The mustachioed dude is definitely sporting some Boring-chin there.
BB - you've got to read the latest "Paul and John Review". They think you're dead!
Jon and Justin: I'm pretty sure Son of the Annihilator showed up in your dimension as "Michael Adams" on the Bravo show "Top Design." And he almost got away with it, too!
Brandon: Well spotted! It's no Sprang chin but it can hold its own in a scrap.
Michael: Thanks for the tip! Wotta tribute! I'm touched!
Hey, nice work. Do you have any images of when the son of the Annihilator is turned back into a baby?
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