What do you do when you have the rights to
Sax Rohmer's pulp villain
Fu Manchu, as well as the right to the TV series
Kung Fu?
Why,
combine them, of course!!
In a move that made absolutely
no sense but ended up working
brilliantly,
Steve Englehart and
Jim Starlin created
Shang-Chi, Master of Kung Fu, in
Special Marvel Edition #15. Let's give Fu Manchu a son, raised by monks to become the
ultimate fighting machine--but that
same upbringing causes him to reject his father's evil, so we'll have joins up with Fu's old nemesis,
Sir Denis Nayland Smith of Scotland Yard, to oppose him.
It was a
ridiculously wonderful conceit, and Special Marvel Edition quickly changed its title to Master of Kung Fu (well, technically..."
The Hands of Shang-Chi, Master of Kung Fu"...try to file that sucker).
The early run on Master of Kung Fu was all Fu Manchu, all the time. Not that there's was anything wrong with Fu Manchu. He was
pretty damn evil, and the fact that he was Shang-Chi's father made for some
great conflict.
But when both of the character's creators
bailed on the title after a mere handful of issues,
Doug Moench was thrown to the lions (after 1/2 of an issue written by
Gerry Conway). While Moench seemed to immediately have a good grasp on Shang's character, the
instability--seemingly a different artist every issue, no longer range plan on what was going to be done with the character--resulted in a string of stories that, well not bad, stank with a certain
deja vu. Gangster tries to kill Shang to curry favor with Fu Manchu; Fu has a plot in Florida, so our cast goes there; Fu has a plot in South America, so we go there; Smith sends Shang to investigate a supposed Fu lair in London, Chi's half sister was starting a war against Fu...
We were caught in a
Fu rut. Not to mention, the series was starting to get some blowback for the "
Yellow Peril" stereotype that some thought Fu perpetuated.
Well, finally Moench and
Paul Gulacy got their ducks in a row, and the blurb at the end of #27 promised a "
dynamic new direction!" #28 came out, and it was a
fill-in (surprise--it was Gulacy, after all!), and
once again promised a "dynamic new direction!" for the next issue. And this time, we got it.
That new direction?
Kung Fu James Bond.
That's right, 30 years before
Fraction and
Brubaker gave us "
Kung Fu Billionaire," Moench and Gulacy decided to take the odd hybrid character of Shang Chi and plop him down into a wonderful homage/hybrid milieu of
Ian Fleming.
Suddenly, Nayland Smith and crew, who had been identified nebulously as working for Scotland Yard, were at
MI-6, in Her Majesty's Secret Service.
Suddenly, instead of going after Fu Manchu, they were going after
insane megalomanical billionaires like
Carlton Velcro:
Velcro, from his luxurious mansion in a
French Mediterranean grotto (seriously), was secretly the
world's biggest heroine dealer. Except, it turns out, he was using that front
as a front in his quest to obtain and sell nuclear weapons to the highest bidder!!
Of course, Velcro's mansion was
insanely luxurious...
...with a hidden underground death fortress that took
Ken Adam's set designs for Bond and
turned the dial up to 11.
The new master villains Shang would face usually had
dementedly colorful henchmen (conveniently, most with martial arts motifs):
And the arcs usually ended, as Bond movies
must, with exploding complexes:
A minor character who had been introduced earlier,
Clive Reston, was made prominent in Chi's supporting cast. His distinction? While they
couldn't come right out and say it, Moench would drop hints every issue that Clive was both the son of
James Bond and the great-nephew of
Sherlock Holmes:
Gulacy even tried to
draw him as a hybrid of
Sean Connery and
Basil Rathbone...
And as always, there was still
plenty of kung fu to be found:
And you know what? As
silly as it sounded, this new direction once again worked
brilliantly. Since they were
already operating in a comic book universe that had established an immortal devil doctor with indecipherable super science was trying to take over the world, the Bond
pastiches fit in perfectly, with no further suspension of disbelief required. And because the comics page
didn't require special effects to show outrageous things, Moench and Gulacy were able to take the whole "
super British spies fighting global threats" thing in directions and too extremes that weren't possible (then) on screen.
And sitting at the center of this, the calm eye as the
hurricane of nuttiness raged around him, was Shang-Chi, placidly philosophizing about how abhorrent violence was as he
face-kicked henchmen and helped James Bonds' son blow up
killer satellites and stop
insane robot-double building madmen.Fu wasn't gone forever...but now, when he reared his evil head, it was
an event, even a surprise...which made him that much better...after all, who wants
Doctor Doom to appear in every issue??
It was
crazy, it was
wonderful. And sadly, it will likely
never be reprinted, as
Marvel allowed the Rohmer rights to lapse, which means that any story containing Fu or Nayland Smith is out of bounds..and that was almost all of them.
Maybe someday, Marvel will take the truckload of cash they've sucked from us with
Secret Invasion and buy back the rights, at least for reprints. And maybe, someday, someone will have another
brilliant brainstorm about how to reinvent Shang-Chi yet again, in another
genre-smashing mode that works despite expectations (hint--
Heroes For Hire, whatever your strengths, you didn't cut it as a Shang-Chi vehicle).
Final note: I discovered that the first time I mentioned his name I had mistyped it as "
Shag-Chi," and the spell-checker didn't object. Hmmm...
But don't lose heart--it's a Miracleman Family, you see, and someone special is watching over you:
Ladies and gentleman, Miraclewoman!!
But don't lose heart--it's a Miracleman Family, you see, and someone special is watching over you:
Ladies and gentleman, Miraclewoman!!
