Art By:
Dick Sprang, Stan Kaye
Cover Price:
10 cents
Cover Date:
May-June 1956
**NON SPOILERS AND SCORE AT BOTTOM**
You know what I hope to see from DC’s Rebirth?
Superman and Batman as friends. Not familiar acquaintances, not uneasy
colleagues, and for goodness’ sakes, not
freaking enemies. I want them to be friends. Pals. Chums. They give each
other some good-natured ribbings now and again, but in their hearts they
possess the same values and have each other’s backs. In my DCU, Batman doesn’t
possess Kryptonite as part of a program to exploit the weaknesses of every
superhero in case of emergency, but Clark gives
him the Kryptonite to use in case he is mind-controlled or otherwise
compromised. See the difference there? In the first version, Bruce Wayne is a
paranoid fascist who determines when his crime-fighting compatriots live or
die. In the second scenario, Superman trusts
Batman. Because they are friends. If
you don’t believe they were ever BFFs, then read my review of World’s Finest #82 and see for yourself!
Explain
It!
Because comic books back then were much more awesome
than they are now, World’s Finest #82
contains three separate stories, each
one completely independent of the other. A book like that, it’s got to cost
five or six bucks, right? Nope. One thin dime. The mid 1950s was such a great
time, except for the segregation and Red-baiting and generally repressive
cultural attitude. Because I got the digital version of this comic, however,
only the first story, featuring Superman and Batman, is available. Which is
actually a good thing because I didn’t really feel like reviewing some stupid
Western story and a Green Arrow
backup.
So this story is called “The Super-Musketeers” and
begins with Clark Kent covering a historians’ convention because he must be the
worst reporter working for the Daily Planet. There, Dr. Nichols, a guy who
built a time machine that’s sent Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson into the past in
previous stories, announces that he will soon solve one of the great riddles of
seventeenth-century France: the identity of the Man in the Iron Mask. Hmm, I
wonder how he will go about solving this riddle? Do you think he’ll use his
time machine? I mean, shouldn’t his first and probably only announcement at the
historians’ convention be “I have built a functioning time machine?” Clark
knows about Dr. Nichols’ connection to Bruce and Dick so he flies to Gotham to
visit them at Wayne Manor by swooping down their chimney and emerging from the
fireplace. It’s just about the cutest darn thing you ever did see. Superman
tells Bruce that he wants to go along to the past too because he doesn’t like
feeling left out, so Dr. Nichols agrees to send all three of them to 1696,
because what, he’s gonna put his own
life in peril? No way.
After a panel depicting time travel, they wind up
just outside Castle Pignerol (actually a prison) in what would today be
Pinerolo, Italy. So let’s be clear here: this is a time traveling and teleportation machine. Is
discovering the identity of the Man in the Iron Mask really the best use for
this thing? Just then, d’Artagnan and the other two Musketeers (of the Three
Musketeers) roll up on their horses, looking like death warmed over. Clark,
Bruce and Robin have naturally changed into their superhero costumes so of
course d’Artagnan is quick to tell them that they are being pursued by the evil
Bourdet (who doesn’t seem to turn up in any research of the period and locale,
so let’s just say he’s “the bad guy.”) Batman suggest that the Three Musketeers
give up their garish clothing and then he and his two hero pals put on these
duds over their own costumes. With
all the velvet they used back then, it must be hot as balls under there.
Our newly-garbed heroes, of course, won’t kill Bourdet’s men, because they are
heroes, so they set to completely and totally humiliating them: Batman deftly
disarms about five of them with little trouble, since naturally he is an expert
at fencing, and Superman fuses three foils into one long super-sword, then
disarms the rest of the police with a look of smug satisfaction on his face the whole
time. D’Artagnan is so grateful for their help that he asks for more help, and
tells them that the Man in the Iron Mask is Count Ferney, who is
not the character Don Knotts played in the third season of Three’s Company. After dumping the two lame Musketeers off at some
random house for recuperation, they head off to Castle Pignerol to make fun of
its name.
At the prison, Superman steps in view of the guards,
who assume he is the brawny Musketeer Porthos, a fella that brags about having the
strength of iron. Being the dickheads they are, the guards fires two cannonballs
at Superman, which bounce harmlessly off of his chest. He then picks up the
cannonballs and hurls them with precision to break the chains holding the
castle’s drawbridge up. No matter, think the guards, for there is still an iron
gate securing the gro…no, wait, Superman is ripping that apart like so much
tissue paper. Think you might be a little less conspicuous when hanging out in
the past, Supes? I mean, it’s bad enough you’ve got a flapping red cape and a
spit curl, if there’s no mention of the guy who chucked cannonballs like peach
pits in seventeenth century France after this, then I really wonder about
historical accuracy in general. And why are Batman and Robin here? If
Superman is willing to tear through castles and make its guards look like
nincompoops, then what function do they serve? They run into the prison just in
time to see Superman making Bourdet’s men look foolish. Seeing that he’s about
to get his ass kicked six ways to Sunday, Bourdet comes down from his penthouse
apartment with Count Ferney in the mask as a hostage, and then he chains up
the Super-Musketeers and d’Artagnan and takes off, after lighting a fuse in the
castle’s arsenal. Wait…isn’t this a prison? Why are you keeping an arsenal at a
prison? Superman waits until Bourdet is out of sight before breaking the chains
that bind and snuffing the fuse before the whole place blows sky high. Oh, now he wants to hide his powers from
historical figures, but not ten minutes ago he was balancing five guards on the
ends of their pikes.
Using his super ability to recall high school
history, Batman says they’ll be taking the Man in the Iron Mask to the Bastille
prison where, incidentally, he died. Never one to let historical accuracy stand
in the way of justice, the team zips over to Paris and spy Count Ferney being
held in a dungeon. Superman could just bust in and break Ferney out in a New
York minute, but Batman points out that they must also prove Bournet is the
guilty party and exonerate Ferney because there’s still five more pages to
fill. So while Superman and d’Artagnan endeavor to break into the Bastille to
free Ferney, Batman and Robin head off to Versailles to petition King Louis the
XIV himself over the matter. The Dynamically Flamboyant Duo are immediately
trailed by Bournet’s men, so they pull ahead far enough to fashion rudimentary
wooden dummies made from sticks, clothe them in the billowy garb stolen from
the Three Musketeers, and swing up into a tree—all out of sight of Bournet’s
men—so that the men chase the horses carrying dummies, leaving Batman and Robin
to descend on the last two riders in the group and steal their horses. If you
can get that much done without being seen by your pursuers, then I think you
can safely say you’ve gotten away. When they arrive at the king’s crib, Batman
notices some flagpoles flying the fleur de lis on a pink background jutting out
from the palace, so they loop some rope over, tie the ends to their stolen
horses, and send the horses a running while they held the other end, creating
the first ever express elevator. Up in King Louis’ boudoir, he charges at the
intruders and knocks himself out on a door—a French door, at that—so Batman dresses
the king in his bat-togs and makes himself up to look like the king, then directs
some footmen to pile them into a carriage headed for Bastille. He just sort of
brushes off the fact that there’s a young boy in a leotard and a man dressed as
a bat unconscious on the floor, I guess that’s your prerogative when you’re
king.
Back at the Bastille, Bournet receives word by
carrier pigeon that the king is coming to visit, so he freaks out and floods
the cell that holds the Man in the Iron Mask. After the water has been drained,
they open the door to find the prisoner, standing, intact—though still with an
iron mask on and his hands tied behind his back. Why don’t you just kill this
guy already? You think he’s going to be rehabilitated or something? I guess
Bournet could be hoping he’ll get Stockholm Syndrome. Really freaking out,
Bournet orders his men to brick up the cell, but the prisoner busts through the
wall and is unaffected by weapons and…okay, it’s Superman. He pulled the ol’
switcheroo hours past and was just standing around the cell with the iron mask
on for funsies. D’Artagnan shows up with Count Ferney right when Batman and
Robin arrive with the king—Batman still impersonating King Louie XIV, mind
you—and the whole ruse comes to light. The comic book is careful to explain
that the king and Batman step into another room to change clothes, lest we
think they disrobed in front of everyone, and then the real King Louis
exonerates Ferney and sentences Bournet to life imprisonment in the
Bastille—wearing the same iron mask he imposed on Count Ferney! Back in the
present, Bruce, Dick and Clark explain their story, leaving out the attendance
of Batman, Robin and Superman, which is really some bullshit. You’d think the
history books would at least say, “…and then the Man in the Iron Mask busted
through the goddamned prison wall and laughed when the guards tried to prod
him. Just as he peeled off his mask to reveal some guy no one had ever seen
before, this little kid in a circus costume and this guy dressed like a vampire
show up with the king. Except the vampire was dressed as the king as first so
they had to switch clothes. Anyway one of the Musketeers walks through a hole
in the wall with some aristocrat and it wrapped up pretty quickly after that.”
Yeah, I guess that would sound a little silly.
Dick Sprang is known for his contributions to Batman’s
lore and his iconic linework, but I wonder how many know what a meticulous,
exacting artist he was. Though there are some coloring choices that are
sensible only on a pulp press—a wondering rendering of nearly every crevice on
the king’s palace, for instance, awash in a singular blob of light blue—there
are no shortcuts taken as a romanticized version of the Age of Enlightenment is
rendered in full detail. The story is…good enough, though modern audiences can
poke a lot of holes in it (as I did throughout the recap), but it does exhibit
the fact that Batman and Superman trust each other enough not only for each to
allow the other to enter their homes via the chimneys, but to know which one
should let cannonballs bounce of his chest and which one should point out the
obvious.
Bits and
Pieces:
Superman, Batman and Robin are whisked back to the
seventeenth century to change the course of history—with no repercussions to
the present! Just three dudes, hanging out in feathered hats and velvet jackets,
swashbuckling their way across Central Europe in order to solve one of its
oldest mysteries. And it’s a real good time. The tale is silly yet engaging,
and the art by Dick Sprang is masterful and worth the price of admission
itself. Which, at the time of this comic book’s release, was ten cents. And it included two other separate stories!
7/10
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