Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Disney. Show all posts

Thursday, June 22, 2023

ZORRO!


I recently began watching the original Zorro TV series. The series was produced by Walt Disney Studios. It ran for three seasons, 1957-1961, with a dashing young Guy Williams starring as the titular masked avenger of old California. The first two seasons are currently streaming on Disney +, and I'm taking advantage of this opportunity to watch them in sequence.

I've seen scattered Zorro episodes before, some in reruns when I was a kid in the early '60s, and some in much-much-later reruns in the '90s. In the latter time frame, The Disney Channel used to program some older properties around Midnight as Disney Late Night Black And White. That package included Zorro.

Westerns weren't really my thing when I was a little kid. So even though I remember watching the occasional Zorro rerun (as well as re-broadcasts of The Lone Ranger and The Cisco Kid), even the superhero elements didn't capture my fancy at the time, not like The Adventures Of Superman and (later) Batman did. I became a Zorro fan in the early '70s, as part of my late adolescent/early teen embrace of cinematic superheroes of the '30s and '40s. That brought me to Tyrone Power in the 1940 remake of The Mark Of Zorro, which became one of my all-time favorite films. I intend to write more about how I became a Zorro fan in some future edition of my blog series The Everlasting First.

After seeing The Mark Of Zorro, I think I may have also seen a Disney Zorro rerun somewhere, and/or an issue of the old Dell Comics licensed comic book adaptation. As a (too-) serious young superhero fan, I dismissed Disney's Zorro as a diluted (and sometimes silly) weakening of the Zorro story. 

I disavow that viewpoint now. Hell, I disavowed it once I saw those shows again on Disney Late Night Black And White in the '90s. I found myself staying up too late on work nights, thrilling to the exploits of the cunning Zorro as he outwitted the hapless Sgt. Garcia. I regretted when The Disney Channel discontinued its Midnight black-and-white programming, and I hoped I'd get another chance to see the series in its entirety.

Now that Disney + has added Zorro to its streaming service, I have an opportunity to start pursuing that goal. And man, this series is a whole lotta fun so far. I'm only about a quarter of the way through the first season's 39 half-hour episodes, but it's been precisely the blast I thought it would be.

Understand: smug li'l early '70s me was correct that Disney's Zorro isn't quite the Tyrone Power Zorro; it's lighter in heart overall, and a bit less violent. But it is so well-done, so aware of what it wants to be, so fulfilling in its sense of high adventure with an underlying playfulness. It's not camp; it takes its derring-do seriously, and doesn't let its humor get in the way.

Guy Williams is perfect in the dual role of the foppish Don Diego de la Vega and his swashbuckling alter ego Zorro, a Clark Kent/Superman duality that Williams nails. He is square-jawed and heroic as the crusading outlaw, and winks (figuratively) at the audience when pretending to be the meek dandy that couldn't possibly be the dynamic Zorro. Diego? ZORRO...? ¡Que ridículo!

The rest of Zorro's cast is likewise solid, particularly Henry Calvin as the oafish Garcia, an inept soldier following the orders of his evil superiors, but (as Zorro himself notes) basically a good-hearted man beneath all of that. In these early episodes, Britt Lomond is appropriately despicable as the antagonist Capitán Monastario. 

Rounding out the regular cast, Gene Sheldon is quite effective as Zorro's mute assistant Bernardo, and George J. Lewis properly exasperating as Diego's padre Don Alejandro de la Vega, disappointed in his son's popinjay ways, and wishing the younger de la Vega could be a courageous man of action like Zorro. Ah, if Don Alejandro only knew!

(And, although a minor role, actress Eugenia Paul is simply stunning as the daughter of a local Don falsely accused of treason and targeted by the diabolical Monastario. I would have developed a childhood crush on Eugenia if I'd watched these shows more attentively when I was a kid.)

You will note the lack of Hispanic names among the cast members. The series is very much of its time; I even spotted an uncredited William Schallert as a San Fernando innkeeper in one episode, an episode which also featured Sebastian Cabot as Judge Vasca. Williams was at least of Italian descent (born Armand Catalano). Its lack of Latin, Mexican, and Native American representation (and absolute absence of black actors) can't be ignored, but we also can't expect a kid's adventure show from the late '50s to transcend the prevailing norms of its period of origin. To its credit, at least Zorro doesn't demonize Mexicans or Indians--who are largely depicted as innocent victims of the Spanish bad guys, and occasional heroes in their own right--even though it's mostly white guys playing those parts.

With that significant asterisk in place, yeah, I am digging Zorro. It's my binge-watch for this summer. I'm bummed that Disney + only has the first two seasons. Season Three consists of four hour-long specials, and I'll try to track those down when I'm done with what's on Disney +.

And it's cool to see the parallels between this masked adventurer and my familiar Dark Knight, the Batman. Zorro also has a secret cave lair, and his faithful steed Tornado serves as an equine equivalent of the Batmobile. Both Zorro and the Shadow were significant influences on writer Bill Finger when he created the details of Batman's story. No wonder I'm a Zorro fan.

Out of the night, when the full moon is bright, comes the horseman known as Zorro. The mark of justice is Z. Ride, Zorro. Ride.

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Saturday, December 23, 2017

Comics And LP Cover Cavalcade # 4 (Christmas Edition)

A lightly-annotated but otherwise random collection of images of comic book and rock 'n' roll album covers.


Pretty sure there's never been any time in my life when I didn't love Christmas music. Love, I say! By the time I got to high school and then college in the late '70s, I had developed a significant hankerin' for rock 'n' roll Yuletunes. But I didn't own any. I think my first rock 'n' roll Christmas records were 45s of "Father Christmas" by The Kinks and "(It's Gonna Be A) Punk Rock Christmas" by The Ravers, both purchased in Cleveland over Christmas break '77/'78. For my first rockin' pop Christmas album, I started at the top: a water-damaged copy of Phil Spector's Christmas Album in the early '80s. Originally released in 1963 as A Christmas Gift For You From Phil Spector, this remains an essential component of any respectable holiday music library. The Ronettes' "Sleigh Ride" was always one of my favorites, but most would agree that Darlene Love's "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" is the classic...IF we have to pick just one, that is.


I scored a copy of this magnificent 1962 comic book in a trade with my friend Dave Pratt in the mid '60s, and I wish I still had it; I would buy a reprint of it right now if I could, because this just may be The Greatest Comic Book Ever Made. I haven't read it in decades, mind you, but I don't think it's just nostalgia prompting me here. I don't remember whether or not legendary Good Duck Artist Carl Barks was represented in this particular funnybook, but I do know that I read it and re-read it and re-re-read it for many cherished years. Hey, Santa Claus! Ya out there? I've been reasonably good this year. Reasonably. Would you consider stuffing Christmas Parade # 1 in my stocking Sunday night...?

Screw it. I'm headin' to eBay.



I was managing a record store in Buffalo when this album was released in 1985, and I snapped it up faster'n you could say "Employee discount, Ho Ho Ho!" Still have it (though frankly it sounds like crap). I think I already had two of the songs, via the 45 of Band Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas?" and John Lennon's Shaved Fish best-of LP, which contained "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)," albeit with the ending of "Give Peace A Chance" awkwardly stapled onto its tail.  And I already despised Paul McCartney's awful "Wonderful Christmastime," so that was no enticement. But I didn't have Greg Lake's sublime "I Believe In Father Christmas," and I had never even heard of Slade's "Merry Xmas Everybody" or Roy Wood with Wizzard's "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday," both of which instantly became prevailing Festive Faves. Sure, I would have preferred Shakin' Stevens' cover of "Blue Christmas" be replaced by Elvis Presley's rendition (or, better yet, by King Elvis I's "Santa Claus Is Back In Town"), but the Naughty can't be choosers.


I have not read any of the great old Dennis The Menace comic books in many, many years. I should try to rectify that; they were often just incredibly well-executed books, created by writers and artists who knew their craft and took pride in it. This was particularly true of the 25-cent Giant issues; I was especially tickled by a Giant detailing the Mitchell family's Hawaiian vacation, and by a Christmas Giant showing Dennis' fascination with a high-end Texas mail-order outfit named Deiman-Harcus. I don't recall many details of the book; I only recall the smiles it brought me. I don't even know which issue I had, so I chose this image as a broad representation of the magic and splendor of Dennis The Menace Christmas Giants.



In 1979, my girlfriend volunteered for the Special Olympics in Brockport, assisting young athletes who were competing in the events, and navigating paths between celebrities from Sally Struthers to Muhammed Ali to the Kennedy of your choice. The summer of '79 was the epitome of the yin and yang of my young adulthood. I was 19, and in love. One of my best friends killed himself. I saw a lot of great rock 'n' roll acts, including The Ramones, Joe Jackson, The Flashcubes, David Johansen, Artful Dodger, and The Records. I cried a lot. I drank a lot. A lot. This was all in the rear view mirror by the time the Special Olympics benefit LP A Very Special Christmas was released in 1987, though I was still drinking a lot, and was trying to piece myself back together in Syracuse after failing spectacularly to build a life in Buffalo. I remember putting one of the album's tracks, The Pretenders' "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas," on a holiday mixtape that December, feeling the sadness in Chrissie Hynde's voice, and wondering to myself, What now? Where do I go from here? This is not an album I ever pull off the shelf for a fresh listen, and honestly, I mostly remember it as being rather boring, too slick, too '80s mainstream for my taste. But I also remember the weariness of that great Pretender's voice, and that feeling of uncertainty that had me squarely in its cold, uncaring crosshair.



The early 1970s is considered the start of The Bronze Age of comics, but it was another Golden Age for Batman fans. The Neal Adams/Dick Giordano cover for Batman # 239 (dated February 1972, but on the stands in late '71) is itself a throwback to the '40s, with The Dark Knight wearing Santa's beard and delivering toys and goodies to a poor family. Inside, "Silent Night--Deadly Night!" continued writer Denny O'Neil's ongoing effort to both return our hero to his pulp-inspired roots and keep him relevant for the sensational '70s, moving from the campy image of the TV Caped Crusader to a fearsome creature of the night known properly  as The Batman. We mostly remember this era's stories by O'Neil, Adams, and Giordano, but the always-underrated Irv Novick penciled more Batman adventures than Adams did, with Giordano's inks supplying continuity. Novick's work on this issue is splendid, as always, and while O'Neil's story is a bit hokey, it feels good, and I just adored it when I was twelve. (Or thirteen? I think I got my copy as coverless contraband, after its original on-sale date.) A Robin the Teen Wonder back-up and an actual Golden Age Batman reprint from the '40s completed a perfect Christmas package.



One early '70s December evening, I was in the car with my family, riding through the village of North Syracuse, when this crazy, manic comedy record came on the radio. When I asked what it was, my sister said it was one of The Beatles' Christmas records. I was fascinated. But the damned things were elusive; they were originally produced from 1963 to 1969 solely for paid subscribers to The Beatles' fan club, and not available to the general public. To this day, their only official commercial release has been as a pricey limited edition collection of 45s in 2017. The Beatles' Christmas Album, the fan club LP that collected all of the original messages on one platter in 1970, has never been officially released, though bootlegs are quite common. I got my copy at a used record shop in Berkeley in 1989, and I added a decent CD boot...er, RARE IMPORT copy a few years ago. I used to wait for radio stations to play all of these at Christmas time, but few of 'em ever did. When we started This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl, we determined that we would play each and every one of them on our annual Christmas shows, without fail. I can't believe no one else does that. (And we just did it again on The 19th Annual This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio Christmas Show. Happy Crimble.)


By the mid '70s, I was becoming more and more a DC Comics guy, and buying a decreasing number of Marvel Comics titles. I had loved both companies for years, but my allegiance was clearly to DC. I didn't own a copy of this 1975 Giant Superhero Holiday Grab-Bag Marvel Treasury Edition until about a decade after the fact, but it's a pretty good one. The stories are less overtly holiday-centric than DC's specific Yuletime offerings; the Spider-Man story's Christmas connection is so incidental that, even though I knew the story and actually owned a copy of its original appearance in 1965's Amazing Spider-Man # 24, I never recalled any association with the most wonderful time of the year (though the sub-subplot of Spidey sweatin' out gift-shopping is indeed there). The cover illustration of Spider-Man, Dr. Strange, Luke Cage, The Incredible Hulk, and Nick Fury, Agent Of S.H.I.E.L.D. deckin' those halls and trimmin' that tree is the book's most expressly festive moment.

Cheating with a CD cover, but that's okay: I never owned either of the two vinyl volumes in Rhino Records' Cool Yule series. Oh, I wanted 'em all right, but the ol' holiday shopping dollar never seemed to stretch sufficiently to include them. The eventual CD best-of was a Godsend, with The Sonics' swaggering "Santa Claus," Solomon Burke's "Presents For Christmas," The Drifters' "White Christmas," The Ventures' "Sleigh Ride," James Brown's "Santa Claus, Santa Claus," Brenda Lee's "Papa Noel," and Ike & Tina Turner's version of "Merry Christmas Baby," a song Bruce Springsteen covered on A Very Special Christmas; this was all just a little before I discovered Otis Redding's definitive version. Most of these have now become holiday music staples for me. The biggest Christmas treat for me here was THE MONKEES!! Well, almost The Monkees. "Christmas Is My Time Of Year" was a 1976 three-fourths Monkees reunion single by Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz & Peter Tork, a cover of a '60s track by the studio group The Christmas Spirit (with members of The Turtles, The Byrds, plus some chick named Linda Ronstadt). I had the Davy/Mickey/Petey track on a boot...er, RARE IMPORT Monkees LP called Monkeeshines, absolutely worshiped it, and was so grateful to secure a cleaner copy of the track on CD. The group's then-unreleased 1967 TV performance of "Riu Chiu" would ultimately become the definitive Monkees Christmas classic, but there'll always be a place in my holiday heart for "Christmas Is My Time Of Year."

Looking through my stack of DC and Marvel tabloid treasuries from the '70s and early '80s, I was bummed to realize that I no longer own a copy of either of DC's two Limited Collectors' Edition Christmas With The Super-Heroes books. Man, what Grinch possessed me to ever part with these?! I didn't even retain the Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer tabloid that introduced the oversized format to begin with. Jeez, Saint Nick's bringin' me nothin' but coal for sure. This first LCE Santa-approved super set opened with a reprint of the Batman "Silent Night--Deadly Night!" discussed above. It also included a pair of Golden Age stories (one apiece starring Superman and the original Captain Marvel), a previously-unpublished tale starring the humorous detective duo Angel And The Ape, and a very Silver Age '60s story starring The Teen Titans. The Titans story, "A Swingin' Christmas Carol!," is of course writer Bob Haney's delightfully goofy take on Charles Dickens. Titans artist Nick Cardy, who also drew this book's new cover, was one of my favorite comic book artists, possibly even my all-time # 1. I was certainly fond of his depiction of an irresistibly cute Wonder Girl in this story. Hey, this calls for a bonus image!


(The second LCE super Christmas collection a year later was also great, with a '40s Superman story originally offered as a department store giveaway, a really cool early '70s Mike Friedrich/Neal Adams/Dick Giordano Batman story called "The Silent Night Of The Batman!," a House Of Mystery short, and Golden Age stories starring The Sandman and Wonder Woman. Early print ads showed Captain Marvel Jr. as well, but The World's Mightiest Boy was cut when the page count shrank prior to publication. Hey, this calls for another bonus image!)
The print ad for this book also depicted Captain Marvel, Jr. sitting on the back of the sleigh.
Merry Christmas--and justice!--to all!

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