Christine Hanefalk Yes, another unscheduled post that I just had to write. Before getting to the wacky power of the day, I also thought I’d mention that the Comics Bulletin has an advance review of Daredevil: Blood of the Tarantula up. Oh and this is my 50th post. Yippie! (Pats herself on the back). Tonight I’ll be out celebrating, not because of this dubious accomplishment, but because today is Valborg, a big “party holiday” in my little corner of the planet.
Okay, below is another panel from Daredevil #28, which I already mocked in my previous entry. Here we see Daredevil approaching an alien space craft and making some pretty educated guesses. This again illustrates the beauty of having a hero who can magically do things by “sensing” them, although we are left guessing how this is supposed to work.
Description: Daredevil is out in the woods alone when he comes across an alien craft in the distance, and thinks to himself “This is the path that Brewster [A college professor with an unhealthy interest in aliens, my note] said he took… But the police were right… According to my radar sense there’s no trace of any… Wait a minute! There’s something up ahead! Something big… and unmoving! It’s not native to this area! I can tell by the disruption of the air molecules around me! It’s made up of some fantastically strong metal… like nothing I’ve ever encountered before! And I hear the muffled hum of generators… capable of developing enough power to lift a thousand tons to the stars! Professor Brewster was right! Whatever it is that’s waiting there… It was never spawned on the planet Earth!”
Disruption of air molecules? Okay… A fantastically strong metal? Now, how does he know that when he’s not even touching it and doesn’t (as far as we know) have a degree in metallurgy? And how would the hum of generators, that are not even of human origin, let him know exactly how much weight the craft can carry when he knows absolutely nothing about the alien technology in question? We know that all silver age heroes where also master engineers, but this is something of a stretch…
Congratulations for your 50th entry!
The Daredevil of the silver age surely had some powerful hypersenses. He didn’t even need a closer look or confirmations. His first impression of something – no matter how unusual, or complex or unearthly – was always exactly the thing he had detected. He could always state with certainty that he was in front of an alien spacecraft made of indestructible metal, or an island rich with prehistoric vegetation or an android that could be remotely detonated.