365 Reasons to Love Comics #238
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238. The Beefeater
The Beefeater! One of DC’s most obscure superheroes! Brought to life in Justice League Europe #20 by Keith Giffen, Gerard Jones, and Marshall Rogers, ol’ Beefy exploded into the brains of readers everywhere– or, at least, those that appreciate silly humor. I don’t have my copy of it with me right now, so we’re doing this all from memory, and we’re forgoing scans. I know, I’m sad too.
Michael Morice was a hotel owner– or maybe he managed one of the Justice League International embassies– something like that. He was a bumbling fellow who wanted nothing more than to follow in the footsteps of his father, a WWII-era hero who dressed like and named himself after a Beefeater– one of those yeoman dudes who guard the Tower of London.
The really cool thing, however, was that Michael also had a devilish wife and a wacky foreign servant. And he looked particularly like a certain member of the Monty Python crew. Yes, that’s right. The Beefeater was really John Cleese as Basil Fawlty (of the wonderful Fawlty Towers) as a superhero. And that, my friends, is the most awesome concept of all time.
Anyway, he traveled to the Justice League’s Paris Embassy in a bid to join the team, but accidentally blew the place up. It was a rip-roarin’ time. You should dig up the back issue.
Lo, the battlin’ Beefeater was thought lost, banished into comic book limbo, his only appearance being that one issue of JLE. However, we know better! We’re lucky to live in Earth-2.71828, a.k.a. Earth-Steve, where the comic book series known as 52 came out, and the Beefeater managed to snag a cameo. There’s still hope! After all, if the Beefeater’s still out there, then surely he could star in his own one-shot. Whaddya say, DC? Is the world ready for the return of the Beefeater? I say it is.
Look for the 48-page “Beefeater: I See London” one-shot by myself and some other guy in six to twelve nevers.