From the desk of Brian Salvatore, friend to all the Jews:
L’chaim! The Multiversity Comics staff is a multicultural bunch, and wanted to spread around the holiday cheer to our chosen brethren with our new series: Multiversity Lights the Menorah!
Each night, at sundown, we will light another candle on the Menorah and tell a tale of a story, creator’s run, or general theme in comics that, much like the oil that lasted eight nights for the Israelites, went on for far longer than any of us could have expected. Tonight, Mike Romeo, in lieu of gelt, is bringing American audiences the gift of British comic books.
So, grab the shammus and light the sixth candle, Mike!
Click here to relight the fifth candle, or relight the fourth candle, or the third, or the second, or the first.
Why hasn’t 2000AD caught on in the states? Specifically Judge Dredd? I mean, I know about these comics, but looking at their content, one would assume that they would have massive appeal here on this side of the pond. They have everything that American comics readers know and love, just presented in a bit of a different way.
For those who don’t know, Judge Dredd is a no nonsense bad-ass cop with guns and an enormous motorcycle. He’s armored head to toe, with huge shoulder pads and a helmet that obscures his entire face, save for the permanent, hardened frown he carries. His badge is an art deco style eagle and has one single word chiseled into it. Dredd. He is one member of a team if Judges tasked to protect the future-punk, dystopian, walled in Mega City One. When a crime is discovered, it is their duty to be judge, jury, and if the need be, executioner. Doesn’t that sound awesome? The answer is yes, it does. So why aren’t more Americans reading these comics? Why is it that after damn near twenty five years, Dredd is a character still under appreciated in the US comics market?
There’s more to it than format, though. I think there might be something under the surface. Dredd is a big manly man who rides a manly motorcycle. He’s a lawman. He’s John Wayne. He’s unflinching. His badge is an eagle, his word is law. He is executioner. He is an American. And he’s written by a bunch of snarky Englishmen. Is it possible that the mirror being held up is a little too clear, and that makes some folks uncomfortable? Maybe. Maybe this is the case and they don’t even realize it. Or maybe It’s just format. Who knows?