It would appear that modern art is every cartoonist's worst enemy.Perhaps comic strips are every modern artist's worst enemy as well.
Maybe Tolstoy started this way.
It would appear that modern art is every cartoonist's worst enemy.
I like seeing stuff like this, older incarnations of a comic strip set against newer incarnations. The drawing generally remains distinctly that of the cartoonist, but as time goes by it tends to become more refined. And we can see that in this Red and Rover. Of course, sometimes it goes the other way, as with Schultz as he got older.
The coloring is correct in this comic. This hardly ever happens even when the coloring should be obvious, let alone when there's something tricky going on, as with this brown water that's not actually revealed to be brown until the last panel. I can only assume that Baby Blues is one of the few comics the colorist actually reads before going to work on it. Kirkman and Scott should feel both proud and grateful.
This is a particularly clever way of solving the ever-present foot problem. If your characters are supposed to have ugly feet, it completely frees you from having to draw non-ugly feet. Agnes called attention to this just a little while ago. Curtis takes it a step further here by crafting an entire storyline around it.
Jeffy's murderous rage continues apace.
In Dolly's New World Order, brief cases will be the size of postcards. They will hold two carefully folded, poster board-sized pieces of paper and possibly a pen if you position it just right.
I imagine the brainstorming session for today's Snuffy Smith went something like this:Cartoonist A: OK, our punchline is purty gud. But I reckon we need a little background humor.
Cartoonist B: Welp, they're gunna be holdin' some fashion magazines, ain't they?
Cartoonist A: Sure.
Cartoonist B: Welp, why not make up some funny names fer 'em that sound like th' name o' REAL fashion magazines?
Cartoonist A: Hey there, that's a great idea!
Cartoonist B: Vogue can become Vague...
Cartoonist A: That's hi-larious!
Cartoonist B: And Bazaar can become Bizarre...
Cartoonist A: Ho ho! You're on a roll now!
Cartoonist B: And ... um ... hmm ...
Cartoonist A: Welp, how's about, er, that there Harper's magazine.
Cartoonist B: Harper's, eh? Is that a fashion magazine?
Cartoonist A: I reckon it must be.
Cartoonist B: Sure. Sure, you must be right. All magazines is about fashion these days, ain't they?
Cartoonist A: They sure are.
Cartoonist B: Welp, then we'll call it Harpees.
Cartoonist A: Ooh, Harpees! That's terrific! It sounds just like a derog'tory word for women!
Cartoonist B: And a lot like a sex'lly transmitted disease!
I actually think Marmaduke is better than La Cucaracha. Each comic has a fairly limiting premise--"big dog" in the former, "cockroach that rants about politics" in the latter--that's rarely funny on its own. But despite all of La Cucaracha's various gimmicks (correspondence, politicians monologueing, Boondocks homages, etc.), it doesn't have offer any departure from its basic premise funnier than Marmaduke's more surreal turns.
Here we see what is really a very clever foreshadowing of what Dolly's treacherous reign is going to be like for those unfortunate enough to be under her heel.