A Darkhawk
action figure. Scud, the Disposable Assassin,
as a toy. An
action figure and a
Heroclix of Death's Head. A proper, honest-to-goodness articulated and sculpted Spider-Girl
action figure. These are all things I've wanted since I was a child or teenager, but at the same time accepted would never exist. Now they do, and they're either already a part of my comic room or in the mail, on the way, ready to be added to my collection.
Another thing I was sure - dead sure, utterly certain - I'd never see? A live-action version of Firestorm, the DC hero I loved the most (pre-Kyle Rayner, naturally). Then along comes this week's episode of The Flash and (literally) boom!
Hey presto, one live-action Nuclear Man heating up the screen! And I love it. Sure the origin's different, the dynamic between Ronnie Raymond and Martin Stein is updated and there's nary a
tricked out gold-n-yellow Rio dancing suit to be found. All of which is fine because the story that unfolded on TV was just as interesting, just as compelling and just as captivating for 35-year-old me as
Super Powers Team: Galactic Guardians was for five-year-old me.
The Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agent Carter, conventions, cosplay, global domination of the cultural sphere... all of these things make me smile. Yet it's when your favourite B and C-listers are getting their own toys, game pieces and TV shows that it's truly a great time to be a geek.
Greet the Fire as Your Friend,
SF