Meet the Bronx teenagers chosen for their extraordinary abilities, trained in hand-to-hand combat by the mysterious Mr. Mack until their strength and courage are forged as hard as steel. They are...the Wolfpack!
Larry Hama is an American writer, artist, actor and musician who has worked in the fields of entertainment and publishing since the 1960s.
During the 1970s, he was seen in minor roles on the TV shows M*A*S*H and Saturday Night Live, and appeared on Broadway in two roles in the original 1976 production of Stephen Sondheim's Pacific Overtures.
He is best known to American comic book readers as a writer and editor for Marvel Comics, where he wrote the licensed comic book series G.I. Joe, A Real American Hero, based on the Hasbro action figures. He has also written for the series Wolverine, Nth Man: the Ultimate Ninja, and Elektra. He created the character Bucky O'Hare, which was developed into a comic book, a toy line and television cartoon.
Ok. Well that was terrible. Larry Hama whom I believe did the G.I. Joe comics of my youth has laid an egg with this putrid slime. Wow. Ok in a nutshell? The Wolfpack is a street gang, but a good street gang. Led by a gangbanger (80's banger-jean jacket, stupid feather in ear) who also knows karate that is way too much like Ninjitsu. Lots of 80's tropes. Terrible plot. Worse writing. God Awful Art. Why Larry Hama, why? More importantly why was this made? Why did I pay $1 for this? I could have used that $1 for a small Rally's fries :(* I made it to chapter two. Then I wanted fries. Don't read this. Don't buy this. Don't even talk about it. Maybe it will go away on its own. Larry Hama..you should be ashamed of yourself.
Let's be honest, it's not very good. A clumsy and highly improbable introduction to a horribly 80's future series that would mix Karate Kid and slightly older Goonies.
That being said, I get the impression that Hama puts some heart into his script and even if Ron Wilson doesn't shine with his extraordinary drawings, there's Kyle Baker's inking on ish#2 and 3- the reason I decided to read this title - which saves it a little.
A short read, one could knock it out on a lunch break.
To me, this graphic novel is that which some would call a "guilty pleasure."
The art is utterly spattered with a fantastic (and sometimes laughable) depictions of 80's-90's counterculture.
The ambient fantasy of pop-culturally depicted gang life, while unrealistic, is a strength of this piece. It lulls the reader into a sense of false comfort for those few moments in which the author chooses to employ grim tragedy to progress a the story.
Non credo che questa Marvel Graphic Novel sia mai stata tradotta in Italia. In un certo senso è una bella lettura, che riporta alla realtà di fine anni '70 del Bronx ed allo spirito cinematografico degli anni '80. Il South Bronx è l'ambientazione di questa storia di arti marziali, ninja, bene contro male, ma soprattutto della povertà materiale e spirituale della New York di quel periodo.
Abbiamo alcune scene decisamente forti, come il tassista ubriaco che investe due bambine sulle strisce pedonali uccidendole. Se ne va fregandosene di tutto, tanto sono solo della spazzatura figlie di immigrati irregolari (alien immigrants nell'originale). Anche la gente sull'autobus che schifa il quartiere ed i suoi abitanti è una bella scena, perché non si accorgono che a parte il colore della pelle non sono meglio di portoricani, afroamericani, vientnamiti ed altri che chiamano spazzatura. La scena in cui la madre del portoricano Rafael gli dice che deve smetterla di pensare a fare l'eroe ed occuparsi dei problemi reali della famiglia è un altro pezzo di bravura non indifferente. Quasi anticipa la conclusione di Starman di Robinson, il miglior fumetto DC degli anni '90. Ad Hama manca il coraggio di portare fino in fondo la cosa, ma si giostra bene.
C'è il disagio giovanile di film, per lo più di serie C, del genere. C'è anche un maestro di arti marziali che mette insieme il Wolfpack, sulla falsariga della lezione insegnata da Frank Miller con il suo Stick in Daredevil. C'è un'estetica fatta di giubbotti di pelle, occhiali da sole, cinture enormi con le borchie, tagli di capelli da punk, corse nella neve, scuole degradate in rioni degradati, poliziotti e insegnanti compresi: disperazione strisciante, questo è quello che si avverte leggendo le prime 50 pagine di questo albo.
C'è molto dell'immaginario di quegli anni, anche nella psicologia dei due o tre personaggi di cui Larry Hama, veterano del 'Nam, approfondisce qualcosa. D'altra parte, la serie regolare, durata 12 albi mensili, gli avrà dato spazio per il resto del gruppo. A proposito, anche se è un fumetto Marvel, non è un fumetto di super eroi. Non è nemmeno chiaro, in questo esordio, se è la Terra-616 o qualche altro mondo parallelo. In una vignetta un poliziotto sente un rumore fuori dalla finestra al terzo piano e guardando non vede nulla, un collega lo apostrofa con un... ti aspettavi che ci fosse l'Uomo Ragno qui fuori? Non basta questo per renderlo parte della Terra-616. Certo, Chris Claremont in uno degli annual dei Nuovi Mutanti, o degli X-Men, ora non ricordo bene, li mostra sullo sfondo, ma se fosse un omaggio o meno non so.
Ai testi di Larry Hama seguono i disegni di Ron Wilson, artista che dalla critica italiana è sempre stato considerato scarso. A me sembra che qui dia un'ottima prova, sia nella prima parte in cui è inchiostrato da Whilce Portacio sia nelle altre due parti, chinato da Kyle Baker. La colorazione è ottima anch'essa, decisamente al di sopra di quella dei comics di quel 1987 in cui uscì l'albo. D'altra parte abbiamo, in sequenza, Petra Scotese, Max Scheele e Glynis Oliver, tre nomi che hanno sempre dato ottime garanzie.
Finale aperto per la storia, con le ultime pagine che mostrano un enigma. Ecco, questo è forse l'unico motivo per cui l'albo non arriva alle 5 stelle.
A Marvel graphic novel in which a group of teens in the Bronx become caught up in an ancient battle against the evil organisation known as The Nine and become a team of martial arts warriors known as the Wolfpack.
This book is every bit as dumb as the blurb I just wrote suggests. Whilst technically part of the Marvel Universe, this book has nothing to do with the larger world of Marvel (except for a brief mention of Spider-Man) and The Nine are a painfully obvious rip-off of all of the other psuedo-Asian secret societies previously established therein, not least The Hand. But is this ancient organisation trying to take over the world? No, they're too busy recruiting low-level street thugs and convincing them to rough-up old men. Still, they do send out two ninjas who are simultaneously the most talented ninjas ever (appearing out of thin air and able to climb vertical walls like Spidey himself) and the most inept (they're outwitted by almost-equally incompetent teenagers).
What makes it all worse is how painfully earnest and on-the-nose this book is. The Wolfpack themselves consist of a grocery-list of minorities; a big black guy, a poor Puerto Riccan, a wheelchair user, a mixed-race American-Asian girl and a Jewish guy. I'm not saying its a bad thing for those minorities to be represented, but they feel so cynically chosen that it reeks of out-of-touch middle-aged white editor. I could be wrong, of course, but that's just the vibe I got.
The most painfully on-the-nose, and totally unnecessary, moment of all was when two super-cute Hispanic children are run over and killed by a drunk white guy who says to himself "What if somebody remembers my license number? Naaah! These people can't read! Their brats must get run over all the time!". If it weren't so horrifically banal, this scene would be absolutely hilarious in how it's so un-selfconsciously unsubtle.
All that said, and despite objectively being complete garbage, I actually found this book kind of fun to read. It doesn't quite hit the 'so bad, it's good' level, but it definitely falls into the 'so bad, it's comedic' category. It reads like one of those taking-itself-too-seriously episodes of a sitcom in the 80s or 90s, usually about drugs or paedophiles, that postmodern commentators will get great mileage out of making fun of now.
This is a bad graphic novel and you shouldn't read it. But if you do, be prepared for the hilarity of seeing the hero in the wheelchair throwing his cat at bigots.
2,5 estrelas. Existe uma cena que é irritante ao extremo e um completo desserviço à luta contra o racismo sofrido pelos jovens pretos estadunidenses. O fato da publicação ser de 1987 não explica, justifica ou sequer dimui o racismo latente da cena, que tenta colocar as acusações de racismo sofrido pelos pretos estadunidenses como um subterfúgio para escapar de atos de delinquência e criminosos.
Not really a graphic novel, it's the first 3 issues of a comic series. I bought the series as a kid, and it was so bad that the last issues of the planned 12-issue series kept getting delayed; it wasn't even clear they'd finish it. And I get why; it's just not very good.
While this story is hopeless mired in the cultural tokenism of the 1980s, it does have a lot of heart and the story, characterizations and art all rose to the challenge and deliver a nice origin story. There are times when it feels like everything that was hip & trendy from the mid 1980s was bring levered into the story, but Hama & Wilson keep things just this side of an inner city A-Team. In fact, there's enough here that this could have used as the basis for a typical 80s gang film, kind of like The Karate Kid meets The Warriors.