The bad news is, I went through the copies of the 1964 revival of the Golden-Age Blue Beetle and, since I went through the pain of reading them, I'm going to get a post out of them. This was the worst kind of bad. The kind of bad where you can't even laugh at it. Team America bad. U.S.1 bad. American Idol kind of bad.
The good news is, I only have enough material for one unfortunate post. After which, we can put this unpleasantness behind us.
The highlight of the run? Praying Mantis Man, of course!:
You can't stop Praying Mantis Man? In theory, why would you want to stop a character with as much promise as Praying Mantis Man?
But alas, even Praying Mantis Man can't save this mess. My favorite of the few issues I found is right here:
Got that? He's in his civilian ID, and he's protecting his secret by having the girl close her eyes.....
.... and then he just appears as the Blue Beetle, knowing that she won't see through that clever scheme. And she doesn't. Which is awesome. But you wouldn't believe what I had to read just to find that part.
And a few issues later, more giant insects and Praying Mantis Man!
Which, unfortunately, doesn't live up to the potential that an army of giant insects led by Praying Mantis Man kind of promises.
So, how do you defeat Praying Mantis Man? With bug spray, of course. You can't accuse the writers of Blue Beetle of over thinking things.
Now, it is worth noting that by the time Praying Mantis Man has his giant flying insect zapped out from under him, the remaining giant insects have been neutralized. So, Blue Beetle actually had all kinds of time he could have spent saving Praying Mantis Man, but he probably found out his character was going to be replaced with the awesome Ted Kord version and didn't see why he should bother.
Had it been me writing the comic, I would have created a Praying Mantis Woman to seduce Praying Mantis Man, who then would have eaten him alive at the end of their first date. It seems like a more natural conclusion to me. But not even Charleston Comics seems interested in having me write for them. It's a tragic waste of my talents, really.
See you tomorrow!