But as the character aged and the seventies came, Dr. Strange started looking increasing like Mr. Bradys cousin on his way to an audition for the Village people. Not surprisingly, when the comic was made into a short-lived live action 70s show, nobody thought it odd when CBS cast porn star John the wad Holmes in the lead role.
Thats right. Why pretend? Go full blown 70s. Fill up Dr. Stranges lair with lava lamps, pet rocks, and Zep IV posters. Have him borrow liberally from progressive rock lyrics to spice up his incantations and lose that outdated eye of Ashanti business. And then theres his appearance. KEEP the moustache, and rock that fro. His name is Dr. Strange. Lets earn it, people. A little 70s glam rock make-up and platform shoes never hurt anyone.
Part of the appeal of Spider-Man and Batman is that theyre vulnerable. Bullets can kill them. They cant fly. They get hurt. But Dr. Strange, as a master of the mystic arts, is far too great a match for standard criminals. This was made painfully clear to me at the tender age of four when I watched in horror as Dr. Strange sent Kingpin quite literally to Hell in a Spider-Man rockomic.
With one incantation, Dr. Strange decimated a villain who kicked Spideys ass on a routine basis. The comics solve this problem by creating other incredibly powerful dudes for Dr. Strange to battle in worlds that looked like Salvador Dali paintings. And while that might be cool for college kids to drop acid to, that shit just looks awful on a lunch box. No eight year old wants to pull his peanut butter sandwich out of a dayglo rendering of Dr. Stranges spectral form trapped in the third moon of the Euripides Galaxy, while his mortal body exists somewhere on the frontier of doubt.
Here, Dr. Strange should take a page from Superman. Lets face it. Without Kryptonite, the substance that robs Superman of his powers, Lex Luther would have been murdered a million times over. Kryptonite brings Superman down to earth literallyand lets him do battle with mere mortals. And Dr. Strange is no different. But for 21st century audiences, we need something sassier than a fictitious element. Enter plot twist. In our movie, we find out that due to some ancient mystical phenomenon, Dr. Strange loses all his mystic powers for one hour after having sex. And yes, I know what youre thinking, masturbation counts! With one plot twist, Dr. Strange goes from being omnipotent and inaccessible to powerless and sexually fearful just like some of your favorite Cracked columnists! Also, it helps with obstacle number three.
Lets not ignore the obvious. When Dr. Strange emerged in 1963, they dressed him in vibrant silk, adorned him with style and panache, and gave him a New York City apartment in the Village. No wonder Marvel made him so powerful. In 1963, it would have been impossible for anything less than an omnipotent homosexual to walk safely from McSorleys Pub back to his home. And though weve made wonderful strides in the forty years later, Hollywood still wants its summer blockbuster comic superheroes to dig chicks.
Ok. This ones tricky. And I must confess, my earlier suggestion for glam rock make up and platform shoes probably wasnt that helpful in retrospect. But theres nothing that cant be fixed, right? Now in X-Men they solved this little problem by putting everyone in black leather, but considering Dr. Strange already bears a strong resemblance to the leather man from the Village People, Im going to suggest we forego that route. For the most part, our options are limited. I mean, very few super hero fashion staples scream hetero: capes, cod pieces, spandex. Not easy. Ultimately, the answer lies in keeping it simple, mostly by maintaining Stranges traditional ensemble and adding one item of a clothing no self respecting gay man would wear.
O.K., Hollywood? Got all that? Now get to work.