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Longbox Graveyard #121

I’ve already blogged about my affection for Bruce Lee, and how Marvel jumped on the martial arts craze of the early 1970s with books like Master of Kung Fu. While Shang-Chi was unquestionably Marvel’s most successful and longest-running martial arts character, there is a second hero from that era that remains at least somewhat well-known today. Less ambitious than Master of Kung Fu, with more emphasis on action and traditional comic book superheroics, Iron Fist was Marvel’s “other” kung fu book of the era, and despite its relatively short run the series offered several superior issues, and the character of Iron Fist (in various guises) has persisted into the present era — and come 2015, he’ll even be a television star! The book was also notable for the first Marvel Comics work of John Byrne, who would partner with Chris Claremont on the book before the two went on to make history together with X-Men (by way of Star Lord!)

Marvel Premiere #17, Gil Kane

Iron Fist debuted in the pages of 1974’s Marvel Premiere #15, an origin tale from Roy Thomas and Gil Kane that is a a mixed cocktail of borrowed tropes (with a savage chaser). We first meet Danny Rand — the future Iron Fist — as a child, trudging through Himalayan snows with his mother, his father, and his father’s evil business partner, looking for the fabled city of K’un Lun, a kind of Shangri-La that opens to the outside world only once per decade. In short order, Danny’s father is kicked off a cliff by his partner (evil, remember?), cartwheeling and ragdolling off the rocks while young Danny looks on … and then if that wasn’t enough, after Danny and his mother are abandoned to die, Danny gets to watch his mom torn apart by starving wolves before he is rescued by the warrior monks of K’un Lun.

Marvel Premiere #15, Gil Kane and Roy Thomas

It’s enough to make you yearn for a benign origin, like watching your parents gunned down in a Gotham City alley, but this trauma is put to good use, as Danny is adopted into the mystical city of K’un Lun, and montages into a vengeance-fueled martial arts master, eventually wrestling a dragon to the ground to steal the power of its heart, and refusing the gift of immortality to leave the city on a mission of vengeance when the gates reopen a decade later.

The book had a carousel of creative teams, as was often the case with 1970s Marvel series. Roy Thomas and Gil Kane were aboard only for the first issue (though Kane would do several striking covers for the series), and caretaker writer Len Wein quickly yielded to Master of Kung Fu scribe Doug Moench, who turned in a couple action-packed issues with the artistic team of Larry Hama and Dick Giordano that saw Iron Fist fight his way to the top of a skyscraper deathtrap, seeking revenge for his father’s death.

Marvel Premiere #18, Doug Moench and Larry Hama

After Moench, Tony Isabella more-or-less held serve for several issues (most notable for introducing Colleen Wing and Misty Knight, who would loom large as this series matured), but the art took a substantial step backwards under Arvell Jones, and Iron Fist might have been bound for untimely cancellation …

Iron Fist #3, Chris Claremont and John Byrne

… were it not for the arrival of Chris Claremont in Marvel Premiere #23, and, two issues later, the debut of John Byrne, marking the beginning of one of the great teams in comics history, and a definite upswing in Iron Fist’s fortunes. It takes a couple issues for Byrne to really get his mojo going (and the shift to Frank Chiarmonte’s inks from Al McWilliams didn’t hurt, though Byrne would fully arrive under Dan Adkins’ brush), but Claremont hits this series like a Double Leopard Paw Blow from the get-go, deepening the book’s characterization by giving Danny a personality (somehow overlooked to this point), and expanding and enhancing the strip’s supporting cast.

Iron Fist #7, Chris Claremont & John Byrne

Most startling is the transformation of Colleen Wing, going from an extra in a kung fu movie to a Third Dan Black Belt who can (almost) hold her own sparring with Iron Fist, and definitely scores a knockout lecturing Danny on the strengths of the “weaker” sex. By the time Danny invades the fortress of Jera’ad Al-Din in Iron Fist #6, springing Collen from captivity, it is unclear who is rescuing who.

Iron Fist #7, Chris Claremont & John Byrne

Claremont was known for writing strong female characters in Ms. Marvel and X-Men, and he is no different here, both with Wing and her erstwhile parter, Misty Knight, who cuts a forceful and foxy figure, providing instant direction for Danny’s aimless heroics, and rocking a groovy “MK” belt buckle with a quasi-superhero outfit that shows the creative team didn’t know quite what do do with her.

Misty Knight

But that would change, as Misty Knight quickly evolved into one of the strongest “supporting actresses” in the Marvel line, both figuratively and literally. With her mysterious bionic arm, Misty is outwardly powerful but secretly traumatized by the loss of her limb.

Misty Knight, bionic woman

With Colleen offstage, Misty proves Danny’s adventurous equal, and even tells our hero to get stuffed, walking out on him as Claremont plants the seeds for their eventual romance. In this transformation of stock characters — Misty, Colleen, even Danny — into compelling and multi-dimensional heroes, Claremont proves himself one of the most talented scribes of his era.

Claremont also gives Danny a zest for life (even a bit of a sense of humor), and promises future possibilities (never realized in this run) when he makes Danny the heir to his father’s fortune. Even K’un Lun gets a makeover, transformed from a generic lost paradise into a nest of intrigue, greed, and envy, where Danny was an orphan and an outsider, resented by the other students for his gifts and presumed arrogance in seeking the Heart of the Dragon.

Iron Fist #8, Chris Claremont & John Byrne

some joyful Iron Fist action, with the book’s creative team getting a cameo as the innocent bystanders

It is a heady transformation — in just a handful of issues, Claremont and Byrne pivot Iron Fist from another short-lived Marvel exploitation book and build a franchise. Unfortunately, the book never got traction with readers, and I remember its cancellation as one of cruelest I suffered as a young comics reader. Marvel would keep the character alive by splicing him into the re-named Power Man And Iron Fist, but first Byrne and then later Claremont would depart for mutant pastures, and the rich promise of Iron Fist would fall to other creators to realize.

It was fun while it lasted. The first several Marvel Premiere stories are uneven but the Claremont books constitute a minor classic, and are available on the back issue market for reasonable prices (aside from the first appearance of Sabertooth in issue #14). Apart from Wolfman and Colan on Tomb of Dracula, and Thomas and Buscema on Conan, few teams stuck together for long at 1970s Marvel, so it was always a matter of when (not if) the A-team Byrne and Claremont would depart the B-list Iron Fist … but there is such skill and joy in this brief run that the book can’t help but seem a path not taken. We know Claremont and Byrne would work mutant magic with X-Men. I would dearly love to have seen where they took Iron Fist.

Iron Fist #7, Chris Claremont & John Byrne

it was played for laughs, but Iron Fist held his own against the X-Men (for awhile)

The book had its idiosyncrasies, particularly as it found its footing, most memorable of which was the second-person narrative captioning style introduced by Roy Thomas in the character’s first appearance, and then adopted by following writers as a kind of holy writ (though it was eventually de-emphasized by Claremont). The style gave the book a distinctive voice, but could prove cumbersome and distracting, and I expect it drove Iron Fist’s writers batty.

Imagine if I wrote Longbox Graveyard in second person!

With trepidation and some self-loathing, you click on Longbox Graveyard. Will there be a new feature today? A new headline stalks into view. But you are cautious, Young Dragon. You have been burned before … by senseless “Panel Galleries” and regurgitated Pinterest links. Your breath quickens as you remember clicking on that “Top Ten Marvel Comics Characters” link every time you saw it on Twitter, forgetting that it was the same damn article every time. Every sense alert, you mouse-wheel down, revealing the garishly-attired green-and-yellow form of Iron Fist. You try to read the article as fast as possible, skipping the text and lingering on the art. A link appears — but does it promise enlightenment, or just a recursive visit to a Longbox Graveyard article of years past? Still your soul, exhale, and click …

Phew!

Let’s clear the palette with another John Byrne action page!

Iron Fist #10, Chris Claremont & John Byrne

There’s also an early over-reliance on providing each of Iron Fist’s attacks with an exotic-sounding name, perhaps as an attempt to spice up lackluster action art. I half suspect early Iron Fist writers were working from one of the innumerable martial arts manuals hawked on pages of early 70s Marvel books. In his many battles over this two-dozen issue run, Iron Fist employs the …

… Monkey Blow, Rock-Smash Blow, Lightning Kick, Cat Stance, Sword Hand, Ram’s Head Blow, Elephant Kick, Dragon Stamp Kick, Blow of the Hammer, Locking Block, Bear Thrust, Double-Circular Block, Upward Sweep, Reverse Smash, Horse Stance, Spinning Whip Kick, Flying Roundhouse, Leaping Deer Block, Cross-Arm Throw, Boulder Block, Swing Throw, Crane Stance, Crescent Kick, Leopard Paw Blow, Reverse Throw, Passive Stance, Double Monkey Blow, Tiger Claw Blow, Scorpion Blow, Ram’s High Kick, Dragon Kick, Thunder Punch, Reverse Shoulder Throw, Heel Palm Thrust, Thunder Kick, Double Sword Hand, Two-Handed Throw, Side Kick, High Line Block, Shoulder Toss, Double Dragon Kick, Inverted Fist Strike, sundry miscellaneous “blows” and “smashes” …

… and a good, old-fashioned right cross, which we’re told Danny remembers from watching television as a child!

Marvel Premiere #15, Gil Kane & Roy Thomas

But what of Danny’s finishing move — his eponymous “Iron Fist” attack? This attack is more rarely seen.

How rare? I’m glad you asked!

  • Marvel Premiere #15: Knocks the head off of robot Shu-Hu.
  • Marvel Premiere #16: Destroys Scythe’s … uh … scythe.
  • Marvel Premiere #17: Punches through an elevator door!
  • Marvel Premiere #20: Haven’t seen it in awhile, so Danny uses it twice — first against Batroc, then against Batroc’s whole “Brigade!”
  • Marvel Premiere #22: Destroys the Ninja’s flaming sword.
  • Marvel Premiere #23: Knocks Warhawk clear through a wall, and into the river.
  • Marvel Premiere #24: Wrecks a car (which, to be fair, Danny thought was a dragon!)
  • Iron Fist #1: Knocks Iron Man on his ass (for a moment).
  • Iron Fist #2: Thumps Sssesthugar The H’ylthri (don’t ask).
  • Iron Fist #3: Breaks open the chest plate of Radion, the Atomic Man, indirectly blowing up London’s General Post Office Tower!
  • Iron Fist #4: Danny heals himself with the power of the Iron Fist, as Chris Claremont expands our hero’s bag of tricks.
  • Iron Fist #5: Clear through a wall after punching at Scimitar (and missing).
  • Iron Fist #6: Used to “mind meld” with Colleen Wing (!)
  • Iron Fist #9: Punched through another wall, and also through Chaka (or a guy wearing his pajamas); also used to heal.
  • Iron Fist #10: Takes out Chaka’s weapon, a curiously-familiar “triple-iron.”
  • Iron Fist #11: Danny jumps up to Asgardian class, getting his butt kicked but also taking out Thunderball and the Wrecker’s weapons.
  • Iron Fist #12: Punches Captain America’s shield (SHKOW!), then gives the coup de grâce to the Wrecker.

Iron Fist #12, Chris Claremont & John Byrne

That’s a pretty impressive dance card for a second-string chop-sockey hero in green-and-yellow pajamas! Iron Fist has proven a surprisingly resilient concept, revisited by Ed Brubaker and Matt Fraction in 2006’s Immortal Iron Fist (and a new series is on the way), and even as a callow teen hero in the Ultimate Spider-Man animated series. But this original vintage Iron Fist still packs a kick, even after all these years, and this brief run (especially the Claremont/Byrne era) receives my enthusiastic recommendation.

IN TWO WEEKS: #122 Panel Gallery: It’s Clobberin’ Time!

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Master of Kung Fu: Mordillo’s Island

Longbox Graveyard #74

Ready or not, it’s time for more Master of Kung Fu!

Fresh off his “Snowbuster” mission (reviewed at Longbox Graveyard last month) Issue #33 sees Shang-Chi arriving in London, and things get real weird, real fast, with our heroes attacked by a mechanical man on the steps of Victoria Station, followed by a bit of rapid-fire exposition revealing that the attack was the work of Mordillo — a “ruthlessly professional assassin whose only patriotism is devoted to money.”

A stranger to London, MI-6 has thoughtfully provided Shang-Chi with a luxury flat, complete with shag rug, hot and cold running water, and (because we are still in a James Bond spy world here) a beautiful woman in the bath tub.

But this isn’t just a disposable Bond girl — this is Leiko Wu, destined to become Shang-Chi’s love interest and a major supporting player in Master of Kung Fu — making her first appearance.

It’s not her finest moment.

In time, Leiko would develop into one of the stronger female characters in comics, but in Master of Kung Fu #33 she’s cast as the mysterious temptress, who is admirably unselfconscious about her body, but still …

… while she may have been comfortable lounging around naked in front of her ex-lover, Clive Reston, it’s harder to fathom what was going through her head by awaiting the stranger, Shang-Chi, in his tub. But we’re talking about a 1970s martial arts comic here, and one that is still trying on its spy-movie tropes, so the whipsnap speed of these developments can be excused, and it is undeniably effective storytelling. We aren’t eight pages into this tale and already Shang-Chi’s clobbered a robot and walked into a love triangle between Leiko and his pal Reston. Hyaaahh!

The tale continues with a bit of too-clever-for-its-own-good exposition developing the mysterious Mordillo’s fiendish plot, leading to some foot and fist action at London’s Tower Bridge …

… but make no mistake, this three-parter is Leiko’s story, and it doesn’t do a lot to cast her in a favorable light. We’ve already seen her lounging around in a strange man’s bathtub, and toying with Reston’s heart by “innocently” asking him to hand her a towel, but Leiko hits for the cycle when we learn that her current lover — Simon Bretnor — is actually the villainous Mordello, who has kidnapped Leiko and carried her away to his surrealistic secret island base!

All right, to recap for those of you scoring Leiko’s scoring by scoring along at home, in the course of a single issue we’ve met a naked Leiko Wu, seen her cast Reston aside like a used match, and watched her melt the resolutely monastic Shang-Chi with her come-hither ways even as she was already in a relationship with a charming sociopath secretly determined to menace the world with a flying solar death platform!

Not a red letter introduction for Leiko, but she recovers her dignity in Issue #34, showing Kung Fu moves of her own in putting a beat-down on Mordillo (nee Bretnor).

But Leiko’s revenge is fleeting, and she’s shortly an unwilling dinner guest on Mordillo’s mad amusement park of an island, where our villain quickly departs from the suave Bond master villain archetype by showing he’s genuinely gone around the bend …

… and while Mordillo’s freak-out serves to tell us about of his fiendish plan, it’s really Leiko who is the victim here. Of course Mordillo isn’t going to get away with his crazy plot to build a death ray for the Chinese (for a Doctor Evil-like sum of one million dollars) but the emotional damage to Leiko is real. That she was so thoroughly taken in by Mordillo is genuinely humiliating and creepy.

I’ve searched in vain for the inspiration for Mordillo, and his strange robot/toy manservant, Brynocki. Their names seem like anagrams but resist unscrambling. There was a South American cartoonist named Mordillo who was popular in the 1970s but I see no similarities there. Mordillo and Brynocki remind a bit of Mr. Roarke and Tattoo from Fantasy Island, but these books were published a full two years before that series debuted on American television. This site site makes an argument that Mordillo is based on Christopher Lee’s character from the 1974 James Bond film, The Man With The Golden Gun (which also featured Hervé Villechaize in a role similar to the Tattoo character he would play on Fantasy Island), but it is all a bit of a swirl and there’s nothing definitive here.

Probably we’re down to in-jokes and lack of sleep for our villains’ inspiration, who are memorable here but not especially great Master of Kung Fu bad guys. That Mordillo’s Island is characterized by amusement park sets and robots run amok reads better than it plays, with the visual opportunities provided by talking steam engines and homicidal wind-up soldiers seeming more ridiculous than sinister.

Things pick up a bit in Issue #35’s conclusion to this three-part tale, highlighted by the return of Pavane, last seen palling around with Carlton Velcro back in Issue #31, and if her appearance makes little sense, it does provide some welcome continuity with a previous story.

Plus, she’s hot and she has a whip, which excuses a lot.

Unfortunately, all this set-up and standing around cuts into the action, as pages of plot and scene-setting pushes our hero to the margins for much of this story. Shang-Chi’s action opportunities are limited and not especially strong, though he does finally get to confront our villain, and touch on what will prove to be a continuing theme of Master of Kung Fu — that Shang-Chi is a pawn in some larger, immoral game, and possibly a traitor to his heritage by doing MI-6’s dirty work.

And it for a moment it seems that the themes of love, betrayal, and identity are going to come together in an epic cat fight between Pavane and Leiko, too.

But again, it’s a lot of set-up without a lot of payoff, as our climatic Kung Fu battle is packed into a single less-than-stellar page, before Shang-Chi has to start leaping around to destroy Mordillo’s death ray (which admittedly does come to a satisfying visual climax).

And so we leave Mordillo’s Island with a strong sense of “what the heck just happened?” but also with a couple important Master of Kung Fu milestones behind us, having met Leiko Wu (and established her triangle with Shang-Chi and Reston), and also seeing our hero being asked to take a hard look at his handlers’ motivations. It is a mixed bag, and a step back from their “Snowbuster” series, but it is still a Doug Moench/Paul Gulacy Master of Kung Fu story, and that makes it special all by itself. If this “Mordillo’s Island” arc is a failure, then at least it is an interesting failure … and if nothing else, it has robot toy man servants. And girls with whips. And naked girls in bathtubs.

I think I’m going to go read it again!

  • Title: Master of Kung Fu
  • Published By: Marvel Comics, 1974-83
  • Issues Rescued From The Longbox Graveyard: #33-35, October-December 1975
  • LBG Letter Grade For This Run: B-minus
  • Own The Back Issues: MyComicShop.com

NEXT WEDNESDAY: #75 Panel Gallery: Button Men

Master of Kung Fu: Snowbuster!

Longbox Graveyard #68

I’ve covered a lot of superhero territory in the past sixty-seven issues of Longbox Graveyard. Aside from side-trips to look at undead counts, giant radioactive lizards, and a continuing dalliance with a loin-clothed barbarian, this blog has been all about men (and women!) in tights.

It’s fair to say that I am obsessed with comic book superheroes.

But I admire some real-life superheroes, too.

They’re exceptionally rare: Ayrton Senna behind the wheel of a race car. Stephen Hawking unraveling the mysteries of the universe. Jackie Robinson just being Jackie Robinson.

And Bruce Lee.

Bruce-freaking-Lee was an honest-to-gosh, living and breathing superhero. I still can’t believe that he’s gone.

I’ve written before about how 1974 was a watershed year for me. At the age of twelve I moved to Hollywood, CA for several months, and it was while prowling the geek shops of Hollywood Boulevard that I cemented my life-long love of comic books, science fiction, monsters … and Bruce Lee.

It is one of history’s cruel ironies that Bruce Lee died just days before his 1973 film Enter The Dragon made him into an American cinema superstar. Lee was an “overnight” success story years in the making, after having appeared on American television in the 1960s before becoming an international superstar in Chinese cinema in the 70s.

But it was Enter the Dragon that put Lee on the map in the United States. My father was a good guy and a lover of action films and he took me to see the R-rated Enter the Dragon — once — during it’s theatrical run, and I was mesmerized by Lee’s power, grace, charisma and skill …

… so much so that I must have sneaked into repeat showings of Enter the Dragon at least a half-dozen times in 1974. That summer, Hollywood Boulevard was a shrine to Lee, with his photo in every gift shop window, and his films playing in several theaters (this was back when Hollywood Boulevard had theaters). When I wasn’t reading comics that summer, you’d find me in a theater taking in multiple showings of badly-dubbed versions of Fists of Fury and The Chinese Connection that were rushed into U.S. distribution to capitalize on Lee’s posthumous fame.

Idolizing Bruce Lee was bittersweet, knowing he was gone, clinging to the urban legends that circulated at the time — that Bruce wasn’t dead, that he had faked his death to retire to a Shaolin Temple, or gone underground to evade vengeful Chinese gangsters. It just didn’t seem possible that such a specimen of superhuman strength and ability could have died. He … was … a … superhero, and superheroes don’t die!

Even decades later, my heart skips a beat when Bruce bounds up the stairs in the final act of Game of Death, replacing the imposter who filled his shoes for the first hour of that otherwise-unwatchable picture. It’s like he’s come back to life, to fight and amaze and entertain one last time, and rip the scab off the wound I still carry for his loss.

I loved Bruce Lee.

And I was not alone.

Marvel Comics was never one to miss a trend, and they jumped on the American martial arts mayhem bandwagon with a number of  comic books — and the best and longest-running of them was Master of Kung Fu.

Created by Steve Englehart and Jim Starlin in issue #15 of Special Marvel Edition, the book had just recently assumed the Master of Kung Fu title when I first encountered the title with issue #21 on the rack at my favorite Hollywood newsstand. I’m sure I was looking for Bruce Lee heroics when I read that book … but what I got was lackluster Sal Buscema art, and a scene where the hero karate-chopped a shark. This is crap, I thought, and went back to reading superhero books.

It would take thirty issues before a chance encounter with Paul Gulacy’s cover for issue #51 convinced me to give Shang-Chi another chance.

It was a strange time to jump on the book, given that issue #51 was a transitional story: an epilogue to arguably the greatest Shang-Chi story of all which had concluded the issue before. I didn’t care. The title had matured in the time I’d been away, and my own tastes had evolved, and now I was the perfect audience for Master of Kung Fu’s unique 1970s blend of espionage, intrigue, and martial arts action. I would remain a loyal reader for the remaining seventy-four issues of the book’s run, and in time would fill in the issues I’d missed. My complete run of the Doug Moench-era of Master of Kung Fu remains the jewel of my Longbox Graveyard collection — not especially valuable books, but possibly my favorite comic series of all time, and somehow sweeter for having never been made available in reprint or digital form.

The reason there are no Master of Kung Fu reprints is generally attributed to copyright issues stemming from the book’s origin in Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu pulp series from the 1920s, though it may also be that the “yellow peril” stories of Fu Manchu rightly belong to another age. The comic does borrow from the pulps, picking up the adventures of Rohmer’s heroes Denis Nayland Smith and Dr. Petrie as they carry their battle against the Asian crimelord to the modern era, and Fu Manchu himself is a consistent presence in comics. For the most part, though, Master of Kung Fu is an original work, spring-boarding from Rohmer’s premise to tell the tale of Shang-Chi, an original character who is the son of Fu Manchu, raised by his evil father to be the ultimate assassin. Learning the error of his ways, Shang-Chi swears to oppose his father, beginning a journey of transformation in keeping with his name, which we are told means “Rising Of The Spirit.” Throughout the series we are treated to rich characterization, a deep and intriguing supporting cast, some weird and wonderful bad guys, plenty of espionage and double-dealing, and of course a fist-full of cinematic Kung Fu action.

we won’t mention that shark again

My reasons for not reviewing Master of Kung Fu before now at Longbox Graveyard are complex. Partly it is down to a publication and reading schedule driven by summer movie tie-ins, but mostly I’ve put it off because I was afraid the series wouldn’t measure up to my memories. We’re talking about a Marvel book from the 1970s here, and not every title from that era has aged especially well. But I needn’t have worried. A recent re-read confirms these are still terrific books, and I look forward to revisiting them with you in a series of articles in the months to come.

To start, I’m concentrating on a short and not terribly distinguished run of Master of Kung Fu — issues #29-31 from 1975. This is the first run where I felt the series really came together as author Doug Moench and artist Paul Gulacy first found their mojo, largely by embracing a genre movie style that instantly distinguished the book from superhero titles of the day.

Earlier issues in the series do have their moments, though, such as these two pages from issue #25, notable as the flash point where Paul Gulacy starts to cut loose.

The energy spooled up on page 26 explodes in a full-page shot on page 27 …

… but it is really just a flash of lightning for what is to come. The thunder starts to roll in with #29’s “The Crystal Connection,” the first issue in the three-part “Snowbuster” arc, where the Master of Kung Fu storytelling DNA really starts to emerge.

It is with this issue that the creators fully embrace a cinematic style. Previous issues were awkward martial arts pulps, with Fu Manchu lurking behind every potted palm, but starting with this tale, Shang-Chi’s world starts to broaden. Now a member of MI6, Shang-Chi is part of a team tasked with throttling a pipeline of heroin at its refining source in the Mediterranean. The story set-up and briefing scene that leads the issue is clearly inspired by a similar set-up in Enter The Dragon, where Bruce Lee’s character was tasked by the British Secret Service to investigate a heroin operation in Hong Kong.

But Moench and Gulacy were even more interested in a different kind of movie — a few pages later, we’re in the middle of a James Bond picture, as team member Clive Reston (who several times in this series suggests he is Bond’s son) arrives at the fortress of the unfortunately-named drug lord, Carlton Velcro. True to the Bond formula, there’s repartee between Reston and the evil mastermind, Bond girls lounging around a pool, and the introduction of the bad guy’s privileged henchman — in this case, Razor Fist, fulfilling the role of an Oddjob or Jaws.

From the moment Razor Fist is introduced, we know it’s just a matter of time before he comes to blows with our hero, and the confrontation is teased in the final panel of the issue.

The battle is worth the wait, and the fight between Shang-Chi and Razor Fist in issue #30 also illustrates another critical distinction of this series. Master of Kung Fu was a Marvel book, and while cross-overs with the rest of the Marvel Universe were mercifully infrequent, this comic still had to compete with Spider-Man, Iron Man, and a whole host of superhero titles that took their fighting action to places that were beyond Shang-Chi’s capabilities. Shang-Chi may have been a master of Kung Fu, but he couldn’t stick to walls or bounce bullets off his armored chest.

To offset his non-powered disadvantage, Shang-Chi’s action scenes go inward. Narrative captions slow down the action and help us see the battle through Shang-Chi’s eyes. The result are thoughtful fight scenes that reinforce the meditative and philosophical tone of the book. Over time, Shang-Chi’s philosophy would evolve from his initial fortune cookie homilies to legitimate self-searching about the violent games of deceit and death in which he found himself a pawn.

Moench also knew when to be silent, and let Gulacy’s cinema-inspired images tell the tale. There’s more than a little debt to Jim Steranko here, as well.

The cinematic style fully flowers later in issue #30, where Gulacy uses multiple panels to capture split-seconds of continuous action, and also goes all-in drawing Shang-Chi to look exactly like Bruce Lee (particularly in the penultimate panel of the page below). Gulacy has also contrived to have his hero go shirtless, further reminding us of Lee, and distancing us from Shang-Chi’s horrid Ying/Yang pajama costume.

In issue #31’s conclusion, there’s no doubt that Master of Kung Fu is an action movie, with our heroes plastered across a movie-poster splash page of a story “produced and directed” by Moench and Gulacy.

The Bond references keep coming fast and heavy, with Clive Reston now reminding of a young Sean Connery, and Shang-Chi continuing to sport a Bruce Lee look.

We also get another Bond trope — a femme fatale spin on the privileged henchman, as Shang-Chi battles Velcro’s lover, Pava’ne. Again, what might be conventional action is improved by slick panel construction and Shang-Chi’s narrative caption admitting he took his opponent lightly because she was a woman.

And what would a Bond movie be without the evil villain’s secret island base blowing up just before the credits roll?

The film influence is particularly keen in this spectacular page from issue #31, where the passage of time is visually communicated by the guard lighting his cigar. The guards actions serve as a fuse, burning down to an explosive climax as Shang-Chi drops down from above. The inset panel of panic in the guard’s eyes as he glimpses Shang-Chi in the reflection of his lighter is a striking moment of frozen time that goes beyond cinematic convention, as the juxtaposition of the guard’s eyes and the reflection in his hand would be difficult to achieve on film without resorting to a gimmicky split-screen. By clearly positioning the guard’s hand in front of the inset panel showing his expression we experience the kind of action composition that is unique to comics as a storytelling form.

In case it isn’t obvious … I love this page, I love this issue, and I love this series, which I offer my unreserved recommendation. This three-part “Snowbuster” story isn’t the strongest run in Master of Kung Fu, but it is a worthy jumping-on spot for the series.

And since I’ve already rambled on for two thousand words, I am going to break with tradition and confine this Master of Kung Fu review to these mere three issues, rather than trying to appraise the series as a whole. But I do so with a promise to return to Master of Kung Fu sooner rather than later, and also to examine this series in closer detail than has been the rule here at Longbox Graveyard. The book is good enough — and sufficiently significant to the form — to warrant close attention, still fun and fresh and entertaining after all these years.

Plus it helps this still-heartbroken fan imagine what it might have been like if Bruce Lee had lived to enjoy the popular action film career he so richly deserved. Over time, Master of Kung Fu evolved its own distinct identity, but I still can’t help but link it to Bruce Lee in my mind. Rest in peace, Bruce, you are still deeply missed.

(And if you want more Master of Kung Fu coverage, be sure to check out Tom Mason’s review of the final Gene Day issue over at Comix 411, and tune into this Master of Kung Fu Tumblr blog which summarizes (nearly) every issue in the run!)

  • Title: Master of Kung Fu
  • Published By: Marvel Comics, 1974-83
  • Issues Rescued From The Longbox Graveyard: #29-31, June-August 1975
  • LBG Letter Grade For This Run: B
  • Own The Back Issues: MyComicShop.com

NEXT WEDNESDAY: #69 Marvel Comics: The Untold Story

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