“La mejor ficción es la que va por delante del acontecimiento” (Daniel Clowes)
Publicado el 30/05/2012 por meltdowncomics
Daniel Clowes spent a very special night at Meltdown Comics on April 5th, 2012. Carlos, a collector of Clowes’ work, and his fiance Timony were living the experience as a dream come true. Follow them through this short documentary about the master cartoonist.
Directed and Edited by: Rocío Mesa
AD: Andrew Rafner
Camera Operators: Adam Dorsey, Nicolas Montesinos and Andy Rosenberg
Sound: Ryan McCabe and Zac Mckeever
Post-Production Sound: Ryan McCabe
PA: Francisco Dominguez
Main Characters: Daniel Clowes, Carlos Ramos and Timony Siobhan
Music: Tannhäuser / http://www.myspace.com/wearetannhauser (Used with permission)
Special Thanks: Alvin Buenaventura, Mark Frauenfelder, Meltcast 2.0 and The Nerdist Theater
Executive produced by: Jessica Gao and Gaston D-L. for Meltdown2.0, LLC.
Originally serialised within the New Yorker, Daniel Clowes’ latest Mr Wonderfulfinds Clowes on typical acid form. As with Wilson, the narrator of Mr Wonderfulis someone out of step with the world, someone who doesn’t understand why people behave the way they do, someone who is alone and crying out for recognition and/or understanding.
Marshall is on a blind date set up by his friends Tim and Yuki. We meet him as he sits in a coffee shop wondering whether the hot girl who he suspects is out of his league is waiting for him and hoping that it isn’t the ageing crone, imagining discussions and plotting out possible reactions if it turns out to be either. We are also offered a glimpse as to why Marshall has ended up the way he has (and you’d be hard pressed not to feel a modicum of sympathy for the guy).
When his date eventually turns up (she turns out to be a nice if slightly damaged woman called Natalie) we follow Marshall (rather Peep Show like) as he both debates what to say (‘Schmuck! What are you doing?’ a Wilson-esque version of himself that appears on his shoulder says, ‘Don’t bum her out with your sob sister crap!’) and then castigates himself for what he does say (after lying and saying he’s made a lot of money despite the fact he’s flat broke, he internally yells ‘#@$&! Why did I say that?’).
The date almost ends prior to a mugging and then swings into a party that ends with a fight and the destruction of a plasma screen TV, but Clowes manages to wrestle one of the most tender moments from his fiction so far in the climax, which is nice. Undoubtedly you can see the movie version (this is screaming out to be Terry Zwigoff’s next project) starring Walt from Breaking Bad as Marshall and Flight of the Conchord’s Kristen Schaal as Natalie.
But the real standout points of the book are those things that won’t carry to any other medium but this one: the sweetly rudimentary cartoons that depict the life Marshall imagines he and Natalie will spend together, the Miro-esque two pager that depict a lonely Marshall making his way home, and the relentless self-loathing (my favourite example of which is when Marshall spies himself in a toilet mirror and thinks, ‘Egad! What a ghoul!’).