Uncle Mxy:
I hadn't intended this to veer off into a criticism of modern artists (that's a whole other rant!). My point was that Sprang HAD to know how to draw all those real-life things because a writer expected him to month after month. In contrast, it is now possible for an artist to have an entire career -- and a successful one -- without ever drawing a real-world automobile, a man in a suit and tie, or even a background. (Are you listening, Rob Liefeld?)
The older comics took place in the same world as TV detective shows. Every kid knew what a car looked like, so you better not screw it up. Since Kirby came along (god love him) and proved it was okay, even thrilling, to invent your own hardware, architecture and fabric, legions of second and third-generation artists have felt free to create their own version of reality and jump straight into comics without stopping at art school.
I'm just saying that while it's fun sometimes to hang out in a world where everyone wears spandex and manipulates sci-fi hardware, eventually the whole scene becomes so divorced from reality that a new reader is bound to think, "What the heck is going on here? Ah, forget it!"
As for your friend, I dare say a lot of comic artists would find it hard to do animation well. One pretty much trains for what one wants to do. And there is some precedent for animation artists making the leap to comics, including some true greats. Bruce Timm and Darwyn Cooke spring to mind. Also even Jack Kirby himself started out as an "in-betweener" for the Fleischer Studios.
Captain Kal writes:I do miss the tidbits of real world facts the Silver Age and even the Bronze Age occasionally fed us. That was one of Julie's gifts to us back then. It is a shame that no one sees fit to bless us with those anymore in the books, so we have to get our fixes on forums like this one.
We still have reprints. I don't know about you, but I missed tons of Atomic and Silver Age stuff and I'm enjoying filling in the blanks with Archives (and soon the Showcase volumes). Just last night I was reading the Robin Archives; in the space of one ten-pager ("Robin Crusoe"), I learned how to start a fire with sticks, climb a coconut tree using my belt, build a burmese tiger trap, make a fish hook from a stick of wood, survive being thrown into a pool of quicksand and use a metal swastika as a boomerang. (Okay so maybe the last one wouldn't really work!).