Category Archives: Our Favourite Couples
To say that Mario and Princess Peach are the perfect couple would be somewhat of an overstatement. The perpetually-in-peril Peach (say that five times fast) is constantly in need of rescuing, and it usually falls on the broad shoulders of the plumber-turned-hero Mario to save her, making their relationship one of necessity than of romance. They’ve never shared more than a peck on the cheek. However, they are one of the most intertwined couples in all of video game history, and my choice for favourite video game couple.
There has never been a show I have campaigned for more than Friday Night Lights. On the surface, the show is about a small town (Dillon, Texas) and a football team but in reality, it is SO MUCH MORE!
I can’t help but think of The Pogues’ fantastic ballad “Fairytale of New York” when I think of Jesse Custer and Tulip O’Hare, two of the heroes from Garth Ennis’s and Steve Dillon’s masterful and landmark series, Preacher. I also think it’s apt that one of the major issues surrounding their relationship and love for one another is titled “Build My Dreams Around You.”
Preacher covers a number of themes, ranging from racism, faith, camaraderie, addiction, betrayal, and family, but one of the strongest elements in this epic series is straight-out love. Jesse and Tulip’s relationship is crucial to the entire run and informs almost everything that happens between these two characters.
They love each other deeply, and while both are fraught with imperfections and mistakes, their love is one of the few things that continues to find itself coming back full circle. I’ve never actually felt a love story to tug on my heartstrings as it does in Preacher (Hellblazer is a close second, but it’s hard to be sympathetic to John Constantine). Readers care for Tulip and Jesse. They want them to be happy.
Every time something bad happens to either of them (and for those of you in that tiny minority who have not read this amazing series, we’re talking about a lot of horrible things), we hope beyond hope that they’re going to survive the pitfalls thrown at them.
They’re typical of Garth Ennis’s characters: a strong, no-nonsense woman with a penchant for violence and a brutally honest man with a unflappable sense of honour. Their merits prompt faults (more often through Jesse, who’s heart is very much in the right place, but does he ever make mistakes…), but these complexities to their relationship and their stories add even more depth to the plot.
I can’t say enough good things about these two; they are my favourite comic-book couple of all time. Every time I read Preacher, they make me smile. Oh, and for those of you who haven’t read the series, I promise you your heart will jump into your throat at the end of one of the issues in the second storyline, Until the End of the World. It seems that nothing can stop these two. Not god, bullets, angels, ghosts, nuclear explosions, pious lunatics, vampires, inbred yokels, serial killers, or mutilation. What scares and drives them the most crazy is each other.
Writing this, I now want to start Preacher again. I won’t lie, I’m a Jesse/Tulip-shiper. We all have our fan-boy moments.
When you talk about the trinity at DC Comics, you’re talking about the Big Three – Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman. But you know that old saying that states behind every good man (or woman) is a good woman (or man)? Yeah, that’s why I’m talking about DC’s ‘other’ trinity today – Lois Lane, Catwoman, and Steve Trevor.
Leading up to Valentine’s Day, here’s a riddle for you: when it comes to love, when is the Stone Age equivalent to the Modern Age? (Hint: the answer is not present municipal politics in the city of Toronto).
I remember, back in the Stone Age days, running home from grade school for lunch and a thirty-minute spot of entertainment bliss that only antenna-led television could offer. Why the hurry? The world’s favourite animated couple (literally and figuratively), appeared on channel 9 during the top half of the noon hour. Watching their comedic adventures whilst eating a plate of pasta topped with homemade meatballs was ritual.
The Flintstones premiered on the ABC network in prime time evening television way back in the fall of 1960 – previously unheard of for an animated program. That’s not when I first started watching the show. For me, it was nearly a decade and a half later. The rock tires on my parents’ car had etched tread! But the fact that I watched the reruns of the show religiously was a testament to the longevity and influence of the “modern stone age family”.
Dating John Constantine is a hazard. Hell, knowing John Constantine is a hazard. You’re likely to end up dead, imprisoned in Hell or some other demonic dimension, or both. This applies to his love life, his “friends”, and his family.
Yet he still manages to mack the ladies. Guess they like the bad-boy thing: mysterious coat, magic, cigarettes, clandestine meetings with truly shady and bizarre characters. I’m not sure; I’m just flabbergasted at the way, and ease, with which he manages to pull in some of the most gorgeous and head-strong women in the Vertigo universe (though I’ve never seen him try to pull Death – well, there was that one time with the banana).
A boy and his dog – that’s what Shaggy and Scooby-Doo are at first glance to the untrained eye. But to anyone familiar with the characters, or more importantly, anyone who has a dog – it’s much much more. Shaggy and Scooby are the classic bromance.
You know your love is strong when the only thing that can tear it apart is an editorial decision.
That’s how Peter Parker and Mary-Jane Watson had their love torn asunder, at least. If not for the need of some sort of retcon to make Spider-Man a swinging single again after nearly 20 years of marriage, the two of them would still be going strong in the Marvel Universe.
Sure, Gwen Stacey was the first to capture Peter’s heart and see past his geeky love of science, and there’s no question that her death was one of the most tragic Spidey stories, but it’s that amazing love between Mary-Jane and her tiger that gave us a fun yet mature comic book couple, trying to maintain a marriage and a superhero identity.
Some of my most favourite Spider-Man stories have been linked to the marriage of Peter and Mary-Jane. Think back to Kraven’s Last Hunt (first known as Fearful Symmetry) – while much was made of the fact that Kraven managed to put down his longtime enemy, writer J.M. DeMatteis and artist Mike Zeck put just as much emphasis on MJ and her fear and worry about the fate of her husband. When the two are ultimately reunited, the fade to black is perfect.
It’s hard being a superhero’s wife, but Mary-Jane managed to cope and succeed. This was a couple you wanted to see make it. And if not for the need to turn back the clock to a younger Spider-Man, much like the one of the late 60’s and 70’s, their love would have continued on in the comics.
As for the films, the Spider-Man trilogy managed to make Peter and Mary-Jane’s relationship believable and just as difficult, with its own iconic moments thrown in. No doubt about, they’re one of pop culture’s greatest love stories.
Love sees no colour, no shape and no size. There are also times when it sees no need, no reason…and no species!
So, what do you get when you cross a malevolent, spiteful, uncaring, chain-smoking, quadruple-chinned, tub-o-lard gangster with a pint-sized, conniving, cruel, beak-nosed, cackling court jester?
You get the oddest friggin’ bromance in any galaxy, let alone one far, far away!