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Sunday, October 2, 2016

Elvira's House of Mystery #9 (1986)


Elvira's House of Mystery #9 (November, 1986)
"Lost Souls"
"Drink Like a Fish!"
Writers - Darren Auck & Dennis Yee
Pencillers - Darren Auck & Graham Nolan
Inkers - Victor Laszlo & Reuben Pharms
Letterers - Kurt Hathaway & Duncan Andrews
Colorist - Liz Berube
Editor - Ed Hannigan
Cover Price: $0.75

Let's keep the October special rollin' with another spooooooooky book.  Of course, your mileage may vary on the spookiness therein.

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We open up with our framing sequence.  Elvira doing her best Svengoolie impression introducing us to our tales of terror.  There seems to be a subplot running through this series where Elvira has taken over the literal House of Mysteries in the DC Universe from its previous caretaker Cain.  Our Mistress of the Dark comes upon a portrait gallery featuring our former host... then settles in for tonight's double-feature.



Our first spine-tingling story is Lost Souls.  A Mister Jonathan Gray comes upon a secluded manor where he plans to write his soon-to-be best selling chiller novel.  As he approaches the structure, a beautiful young woman meets him.  She is Miss Underwood, and she is runs the joint.



She invites Gray inside and shows him to his room.  From the captions, this somehow takes an hour.  Once he's comfortably situated, she takes her leave.  She opens the door to the basement and greets the floating disembodied red head of her grandfather, who instructs her that Mr. Gray belongs to him.



That night, Mr. Gray retires to bed and falls asleep.  He dreams of a woman reading a book.  She calls for her daughter, who is playing with her creepy-looking doll in the basement.  The mother hears a scratching at the window, and when she goes to check on what it is... she finds the floating disembodied red head of whatsherface's grandfather.



Our man wakes up with the sweats... and begins hearing the same scratching that was in his dream.  He throws on his clothes and heads out to investigate.  What he finds is a room full of creepy dolls... including the one from his dream!



A voice booms out that it's coming to get him.  He rushes out of the room, and collapses in Miss Underwoods (cold) arms.  She returns him to his bed, and imagines what it would be like to drain him of his lifeforce.  Looks like we got us a succubus.



The red head of doom makes another appearance, and reminds Underwood that Mr. Gray is to be his meal.  He return to the dream world, where the young girl drops her creepy doll and runs upstairs.  Once there, she finds her mother kissing on her dad... and presumably sucking the lifeforce from him.  We then see the creepy doll come to life and climb up the stairs.  Our Mr. Gray, again wakes up with the sweats.



Well, this is all too much for our man, and he decides it's time to take his leave.  Miss Underwood appears before him, and uses her succubus powers to try and hypnotize him into staying with her... forever.  Well, evil red grandpa don't dig that scene... so he shows himself... as the creepy doll!  He causes his granddaughter to fall to the floor below, and approaches Mr. Gray... who, get this... punches the doll... then throws himself through the window.



Back inside, Miss Underwood... now being called Pamela, decides the burden of succubusing is just too much to bear... so she burns the house down... with her in it!



Mr. Gray gets back to his car and puts the pedal to the metal.  He thinks he's gotten away... however... there's a certain creepy doll in his backseat!  Dun dun dunnnn...



Our second feature is Drink Like A Fish! and we open on a young blonde man water skiing.  The folks in the speedboat are dazzled by his prowess, and one even says it's like Davey was "born in the water"... hope I didn't tip my hand a bit early there... ahem.



He continues to water ski as his pals all down some suds.  Later, they dock on the shore of an island and get down to... well, more drinking.  All of them are partaking... except buzzkill Davey.  He doesn't wanna drink because alcohol is a depressant and dehydrates the body.  His friends are kinda jerks... they keep tempting him.  I mean, wouldn't most people be relieved... like, woo-hoo, more for me?  Well, not these folks.



Well, our man sits and stews... and contemplates what harm a li'l drinky-drink would do him.  He also mentions that the doctors say he shouldn't have alcohol.  Well... he ultimately decides, screw the docs, it's time to drink.



Davey loosens up, starts dancing, singing... all that cliche "loosening up" schtick.  He suddenly and violently throws his empty can and rushes to the water.  Carol, who I think he's been digging on runs off after him, only to find... dun dun dunnnnn... he's... what the... he's a fish man?  Really?  That's what we're going with?  Okay.



Carol is frozen with fear... and Davey the fish man grabs her by the wrist.  He pulls her close and they gaze into each other's eyes.  Davey begins to cry... for he knows that his time among the land-people is over... and he will never know the love of a bemulleted woman named Carol.



We wrap up back in the House of Mysteries where our Hostess gets one more filmstrip... one featuring Cain... but that's for another time...



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Well, this was lackluster.  Two fairly boilerplate "horror" stories with fairly entertaining Elvira framing bits.  I find myself hoping for more Elvira pages... even as campy as they may be, they often get a chuckle... even if it's via a "wow, that was corny" reaction.

The stories themselves... well, they're just kind of "there".  Nothing to write home about, however, the art was nice all throughout... and how about that punk-rock cover... that one would definitely pop off the shelf at you.  

So, yeah... not a whole lot to say about this one... sadly.  It's a horror anthology, that doesn't bring the scary.  I will say that the first story with the succubus and killer doll was a ton better than the dumb fish-man-thing one... but, that's not really praise.  I mean, our fish-friend mentions that the doctors say he shouldn't drink... who are these doctors that are seeing fish-people?  Is that an insensitive question?

Again... I'll say the art for both features and the framing sequence is really nice.  There's some sketchiness in our fish story... but overall, not bad to look at.

As of this writing, my only exposure to Elvira's House of Mystery was the Christmas Special... wherein Elvira herself was much more prominent, and it had more of a humor feel to it.  This really didn't do anything for me.  During this October special, we just might have another visit or two to Elvira's House... hopefully those'll be more fun.

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Saturday, July 9, 2016

Elvira's House of Mystery Special #1 (1987)


Elvira's House of Mystery Special #1 (1987)
"Elvira's Christmas Carol"
"Oh, What Fun to Laugh and Sing a Slaying Song Tonight!"
"O, Christmas Tree..."
"Twas the Night before X-Mas..."
Writers - Joey Cavalieri, Michael Fleisher, Barbara Randall
Artists - Frank Springer, Jack Sparling, Stephen DeStefano
Inker - Craig Boldman
Letterers - Albert De Guzman, Agustin Mas, Bob Lappan
Colorists - Shelley Eiber, Helen Vesik
Editor - Ed Hannigan
Cover Price: $1.25

As I sit here typing the house smells especially Christmasy.  Not only am I burning that Balsam candle, I've also got a hyooge pot of meatballs cooking.  I always associate Italian food with the holidays... there's a bit of a tradition in my home.  Every Christmas Eve I throw a pretty big dinner party-type'a-thing.  The Italian tradition is called the "Night of the Seven Fishes".

Well, being as though I'm not too big a fan of seafood... and I'm not even Italian (regardless of what Arizona-folk seem to think about anyone who speaks with a New York accent), several years back I'd taken it upon myself to start the "Night of the Seven Dishes"... in which I prepare seven main (Italian) courses, and invite both sides of the family and friends over to partake.  I'm sure as anyone who enjoys cooking knows... the holidays may as well be our Superbowl!  For the Christmas Eve feast there's an incredible mix of anticipation, stress, and excitement that cannot be replicated by any other meal for me... not even by Thanksgiving!

So, in keeping with our Christmas on Infinite Earths... in July motif... this morning I dragged myself out of bed even earlier than usual... and got to turning three pounds of chop meat into several dozen meatballs... and turning a bunch of tomatoes into sauce.  When I commit to a theme... I don't mess around.

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Our first tale stars the titular Mistress of the Dark.  Elvira is beat, and just looking for a good nights sleep.  As she turns on the radio to lull her into dreamland, she is enraged to find that all of the stations are playing cheerful Christmas music.  


She vows if she hears just one more Christmas carol, she'll scream... well, cue our old friends Cain and Abel as they've come a'wassailling and hoping to spread holiday cheer.  Elvira gives 'em the what for and tells them to hit the bricks.


Our lady lead collapses on her bed in the midst of a bah-humbug tantrum, only to find herself summoned by an odd apparition claiming to be... now say it with me, the Ghost of Christmas Past.  In order to find out why Elvira hates Christmas so much the Ghost takes her back to her own childhood... and to her one-room schoolhouse alma mater.


We watch as li'l Elvira gets scolded for using all the green construction paper to make... strand of holly?  What's so bad about that?  Looking a bit closer, maybe it's paper bats?  Ehh, who knows?  


Anyhoo, Elvirita gets booted from the school, and so decides to... burn the building to the ground.  Elvira don't mess around.


The Ghost of Christmas Past dumps the Mistress back in her bed, and vanishes... moments later, we got another visitor... the Ghost of Christmas Present.  In order to make Elvira "come correct" about her disdain for the Holiday, he takes her to Manhattan... where she sees an absolute mob of consumerism Hell.  The Ghost concedes that, yeah... the consumer elements of Christmas kinda sucks.


Later, Elvira gets her final visit... the Ghost of Christmas Future.  He stands before her silently, before transporting her into a post-apocalyptic potential future.  It is here that Elvira decides... ya know what, there's worse things out there than Christmas.


A short time later, she wakes up in her bed with a new appreciation for Christmas.  She rushes to the window, and throws it open.  She shouts to a young boy... and offers him a few bucks to go fetch the giant bloodsucking bat that lives on the outskirts of town... and deliver it to Cain and Abel.  The spirit of the season truly lives on in Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.


The next story opens with a crum-bum purse snatcher flees from a police officer.  There's a brief firefight, which the baddie gets the better of.  He continues down an alley and runs into a wasted Salvation Army Santa.  He pistol whips jolly ol' Saint Drunk... and steals his outfit to help elude the police.


In his new gear, our man cockily walks past the pursuing officers, and climbs up a nearby fire escape... and into an open apartment window.  Here he meets a young blind girl... who believes him to be the actual real-deal Santa Claus.  She asks if he'd gotten her letter... and if he's there to give her her sight back.


The scumbag plays along with the poor tot, and loots her house of all its shiny trinkets.  He fashions a sack out of a blanket, and tells the young girl his sight-restoring magicstuffs were on the roof in his sleigh, and makes a run up the fire escape.


At that very moment, the real Santa Claus lands in the fireplace.  He tells the young girl that he's there to restore her sight... and he does!  They embrace, and he climbs back up the chimney.


He hops back in his sleigh, and makes a passing mention at his own sight failing him of late.  As they take off, we see that when he landed on the roof... he also landed... on the thief!


Our third tale features a yuppie couple who cannot find a satisfactory Christmas tree.  The fake ones are "too fake"... the real ones are "too dead"... the only solution for them is driving onto a wilderness preserve and chopping down a tree of their own.


They find the perfect tree, and after a few swipes of the chainsaw... take home their bounty.


We jump to Christmas Eve, where the yuppies are entertaining their yuppie friends.  They share some shallow conversation, and act as though they really couldn't care less about one another... this whole party is just for show.


Following their party, the yuppies retire to their bedroom.  That night, their perfect Christmas tree comes to life... and absolutely fills the house... likely resulting in two dead yuppies.


The next morning, we find that the tree has leveled the home and now stands some six-stories tall.  It gets chopped down, and delivered to the White House where several carolers (including Fred Flintstone) stand around it belting out some Christmas classics.


Our (whew) final story, is something of a poem.  The long and short of it is... this is a Cold War era book... One of the World Superpowers mistook Santa Claus and his reindeer for a nuke... and thus, World War III happened... followed by a planetary autopsy from visiting aliens.  There are no credits on this story, but it feels a touch Giffen-y... can't say for sure though.


We end our visit in the House of Mystery with our Hostess with the Most-est offering us roasted chestnuts... 


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Well... kind of a mixed bag, eh?  Horror is a genre that's difficult to "get right", if you ask me.  Most often, I feel as though horror creators fall into the Twilight Zone model where the story ultimately winds up being a twisted morality play.  Like, how many episodes of the Twilight Zone ended with "man" being the truest evil of all?  I mean, there's only so many times you can see an evil "alien" ship... only to find it's tagged with an American flag.

All three stories (barring the opening A Christmas Carol riff) were of that variety.  I am something of a horror-comics neophyte, so I cannot say with any measure of certainty or credibility that this is the standard for books of this genre... though, I hope it's not.  This being a Christmas special, I can forgive the creators leaning on the narrative tool depicting the difference between right and wrong.

Overall, I think I enjoyed it... warts and all.  The Elvira bits were the most fun, just for that wonderful 1980's tone they brought with them.  This run on House of Mystery only lasted about a dozen issues (this Special included), and is most notable for having an issue ship without the Comics Code Authority seal of approval... due to "implied nudity".  Really now?

I wonder if this volume makes Elvira an official character in the DC Universe?  We see her briefly interact with previous "hosts" of DC's horror books Cain and Abel... and as far as I know, they're canon.  

This one's worth seeking out for novelty value alone... you probably won't get a whole lot out of the stories.  If you're down for even more Elvira fun, you can check out a Rad Ads piece I did with Reggie a few months back.  We discussed a mail-away advert for an Elvira t-shirt... one with which you can "turn on" your friends... or yourself!  Yikes.

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