6 Specific Reasons Why Superhero Movies Ruined Comic Books

Perhaps Goyer endured something traumatic in his childhood involving the color green, because he also shat all over classic DC Comics superhero (and perpetual Justice League member) the Martian Manhunter. After asking a crowd how many people had heard of the character, he followed up with, "How many people that raised their hands have ever been laid?" He then called the character's name and origin stupid and proceeded to describe a new one where he's grown in Area 51, breaks out, and "fucks She-Hulk" (who lives in another universe). We're only 60 percent sure that last part was a joke.

Finally, there's good ol' Zack "let's rape Batman" Snyder.

More recently, Snyder outright said he likes Batman and Superman not because they're superheroes but because they're better than superheroes. Soak in these words of wisdom:

Ant-Man has been around for over 50 years, and his movie just made half a billion dollars. He's as much a "flavor of the week" as The Beatles are. All this proves is that Snyder grossly misunderstands other heroes MORE than he grossly misunderstands Superman. Also, don't tease us about Blankman 2 if you're not going to deliver. That's just mean.

Can you spot the difference between this 2007 Marvel character montage poster ...

... and the 2015 edition?

Aside from the Marvel Universe's growing stray dog problem, notice the complete lack of X-Men? They were front-and-center in 2007, as you'd expect from one of Marvel's top cash cows. But in 2015, they're nowhere to be found. They're not in front, they're not in the middle -- they can't even chill in the back with Doc Ock and Devil Dinosaur. Why so callously demote the Godfather of Marvel franchises down to Fredo like they just did? The answer is depressingly simple: Marvel doesn't own the rights to X-Men movies; Fox does. Marvel makes no money off those films -- Fox rubs its dick on the profits and dares Marvel to sniff them.

As a result, legendary X-Men writer Chris Claremont (who's more or less responsible for the X-Men even being a thing) has revealed that writers are expressly forbidden from creating any new mutants, at all. New characters immediately become creative fodder for Fox, and the last thing Marvel wants is to help their enemies make more money. They've even written it into the storylines -- the new series Extraordinary X-Men boasts a cataclysmic event that outright sterilizes mutants so they can't baby up and keep the superpower gene pool nice and wet. As Storm laments, "This is all there is ... this is all there will ever be."

The already-existing characters aren't faring much better. Take everyone's favorite Hairy Sue, Wolverine, who died two years ago and has pulled a Bruce's parents by (alternate universe versions of Wolverine aside) actually staying dead. Just as he's making shitloads of money for Fox. Weeeeeeird.

But the X-Pawns aren't the only victims of Marvel cutting off the spandex to spite Rupert Murdoch -- the Fantastic Four movie rights also belong to Fox and, despite their movies being less profitable than a child's lemonade stand, Marvel still doesn't want to give their rival any ammunition whatsoever. For example, Marvel banned any trading cards featuring anybody from The Fantastic Four, hero or villain. We're not sure what's a bigger shock: that Marvel's banning trading cards of their own intellectual property, or that Marvel still makes trading cards at all.

Then there's how Marvel just straight-up canceled the long-running Fantastic Four comic, because what better way to ensure the other kids can't play with your toys than to set them on fire? Marvel absolutely would've done the same with X-Men, except they're still too popular for an outright canning. But it's (probably) coming. Enough go-nowhere stories, with no new faces and no living Logan and the entire mutant world will end with a whimper. Until Fox forks over the rights, and then BOOM, everybody had faked their deaths at the same time.

Obviously, writers get paid for their original ideas, but thanks to an industry-wide practice called work-for-hire, once they get their writing check, that's it. They don't own anything they create, and they certainly don't receive royalties should their characters or storylines make it into the movies. They probably don't even get discounted popcorn when paying to see their stories play out at the local cinema. They're basically creative broodmares, cranking out art babies and immediately giving them up to handlers who will pretend they birthed the thing all along.

It's not just the anonymous drawing board slaves that get fucked, either. Jack Kirby, the legendary genius behind hundreds of characters for both Marvel and DC? He never got a thing beyond his weekly salary, which while meager was still more than his estate has gotten since his 1994 passing. This despite his creations -- including such nobodies as The X-Men, The Fantastic Four, and virtually every Avenger -- making comic conglomerates billions upon billions of dollars. His children eventually got an undisclosed amount from Marvel, but only because they threatened the company with a Supreme Court smackdown. That's apparently what it takes to reward the idea guy who shaped your industry: a legal AK-47 to the skull.

Stan Lee, the public face of Marvel, fares little better. Sure, he's in every Marvel movie and goes to all the conventions and whatnot, but he makes about as much off these films as you do. As he revealed to CNN, he receives no profits off the films, and his executive producer title is pure honorary hokum -- he might as well be "Mega-Super Ultra-Cool Superhero Jesus Man" for all the financial good it does him.

Even when writers go as far as to cast characters for the movies, they don't get anything more than their usual barely existent pay. Just ask the guy who changed Nick Fury from a crusty old white man into Samuel L.M.F. Jackson.

Not that shit happening the other way around is any better ...

This is far from the only time comic books have screwed with classic characters and settings to keep in lock-step with the 500-inch idiot box. For decades, the X-Men wore colorful spandex, because their world might hate them and spit on them for who they are, but that doesn't mean they can't look springtime jaunty while dealing with it. When Hollywood slapped them in all-black like it was the 1920s and Charlie Chaplin was playing Magneto, the comics suddenly de-colored too.

Hawkeye once wore a shitload of purple and blue, with a mask sharper than any arrow in existence ...

... until the movies decided Jeremy Renner's doe eyes and pouty lips are simply too pretty to cover up, and like magic the comics quickly agreed.

And then there's Star-Lord from Guardians Of The Galaxy, who had several costumes over the years, but the running theme was that he always looked like some kind of space cop:

Then along came Hollywood, who took advantage of how nobody knew who this character was and turned him into Space Indiana Jones ... so that's what the comics are going with now too.

All these changes would be understandable if turning the comics into graphic novelizations of Hollywood blockbusters made the company money in any way. Unfortunately ...

In perhaps history's most blatant case of "Why read when you can always not read?" comic book sales are way down, but only if the comic competes with a movie. Watercolor Tony Stark can speech-bubble all the words he wants, but they apparently mean nothing unless Robert Downey Jr. actually says them.

A quick look at most any sales chart proves this. Books about The Avengers fare shockingly poorly considering how massively popular their films are. The Hulk, for example, started a new series back in 2014 and it sold a whopping 44,000 copies -- awkwardly putting him under Batgirl and Aquaman, who haven't had a movie in decades and never, respectively.

But that was two years ago, you say. Maybe people appreciate loose leaf more than HD these days? Ha, nope. January 2016 sales figures place Superman at #47, Hulk at #40, and Batman at #8. Brucie had the top-selling comic of 2014, but you know what he didn't have that year? A movie. Bats' comic book numbers magically dip the year Ben Affleck growled him back to big-screen life, so if he's going to be in all these DC Universe films now, the Wayne fortune is about to shrink quite a bit.

Shit, the same thing even happens to Star Wars. In 2015, the wacky adventures of Luke and his Papa owned 19 of the top 50 sales spots, including #1. By January 2016, shortly after The Force Awakens came out, they only owned four spots, with that month's #1 spot going to The Walking Dead instead (TV works better than film, apparently). Since Disney plans to turn "new Star Wars" into an annual tradition, like the Super Bowl or flossing, don't expect the paperback Skywalkers to come roaring back anytime soon.

Same goes for Iron Man, Superman, Wonder Woman, Captain America, Spider-Man, Thor, and any other hero you're about to see on the big screen every goddamn year. They might get a quickie hype-driven sales boost, but ultimately the movies always win. Enjoy being in the top 25, Doctor Strangelovitz. It's all downhill from here.

Thanks to Hollywood, comic book companies have basically turned into political parties, in that people give a shit about only two of them, while everyone else frantically fights for any slight scrap of attention. Do you honestly think Warner Bros. (who owns DC Comics) and Disney (who owns ... everything, including Marvel) give two super-shits about any character they don't have completely in their pockets? No way -- third-party asides like Dark Horse Comics might as well not exist, to the unending disappointment of anybody holding their breath for Hellboy 3.

Then there's Vertigo Comics, whose titles beat Hollywood to the gritty reboot punch by drowning in grit from Page 1, Panel 1 on. Vertigo is a DC imprint, but if the characters don't have muscles and revealing tights, Warner Bros. couldn't care less about them. Anything that doesn't fit with their Justice League universe has been delegated to New Line Cinema, who might get around to releasing Vertigo movies sometime, maybe (unless another Horrible Bosses sequel doesn't monopolize their time). At one point, Guillermo del Toro was set to make a "supernatural horror Justice League" film, but New Line dicked him around for so long that he stepped off.

It keeps going. Warner Bros. had a film adaptation of the classic manga Death Note on their calendar, but have now given up on it, presumably because it's really hard to shoehorn a guy who kills by writing his enemies' names in a book into scenes where he quips delightfully with The Flash.

By now, the only real hope for superhero film fans sick of the unending Avengers and Justice League monopolies is Valiant Entertainment, who is apparently dead-set on creating a cinematic universe of its own (of characters 99 percent of the population has never heard of). They've signed a five-picture deal with Sony, got DMG Entertainment to pay them nine figures to make more films, and plan to sign more deals with more studios to make even more movies soon enough. Basically, they're seeing us drown in an ocean of too many superheroes, and feel the solution is to cover us in water from another ocean.

This may prove to be the move that finally bursts the bubble of all things superheroically cinematic, but at least then we won't have to continue seeing the poor Waynes and Uncle Ben get capped over and over.

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