November 30, 2008 |
How to measure cartoonists' confidence? Here's a clue: Forget red -- the more black ink spilled, the bleaker the outlook. Scott Stantis used a barrelful while resurrecting a classic disaster metaphor. Steve Kelley opted for a lighter but still dark touch, co-opting another comic classic. But Signe Wilkinson hungered for something that captured the holiday spirit, and she delivered. So relax. The "fun"-damentals of satire are sound. -- Joel Pett
February 8, 2009 |
News flash! Star fish hits water pipe! Mail threatened with ax! Female spawns octet! No matter what the top story, recession-obsessed cartoonists showed us the money. Tom Toles turned Fleet Street gotcha into Wall Street gold. Signe Wilkinson welcomed relief from unwelcome correspondence. And John Trever stimulated his fertile imagination, producing a bed full of dreadful projects. (Donkey dad produces plethora of porcine progeny!) -- Joel Pett
March 16, 2008 |
For the doodling classes, nothing fills a day like a sex scandal. To misquote Kurt Vonnegut, God bless you, Eliot Spitzer! Stories about "Client 9" and his high-priced help (the ladies, not the lawyers) were a Page One staple, and cartoonists couldn't resist. Signe Wilkinson sympathized with the shamed, stoic spouse. Dan Wasserman let his ethical fantasies run wild. But Mike Lester's punch-line-drawing provided the keenest perspective.
November 6, 2005 |
In serving up satire, the meat is important, but so is the presentation. Most readers, and editors, prefer the sound-bite style of Signe Wilkinson's neo-convictions, but such artful understatement isn't always possible. Ann Telnaes' dissent to Supreme Court nominee Samuel Alito's abortion-law logic couldn't have been digested without a slightly more detailed drawing. And when you choose the multi-panel smorgasbord, the punch line has to be worth the effort.
March 23, 2008 |
Who says religion and political cartoons don't mix? A bounty of such blessings were bestowed this week. Rob Rogers couldn't pass over the five-year mark of the Iraq war. Signe Wilkinson's biblical imagery was the best of the flock of Barack Obama observations. And I confess to resurrecting a seasonal visual cliche but beg forgiveness because bracketology is indeed a religion in some parts.
May 17, 2009 |
Cap-and-gown cartoons may lack the wonkish weightiness of cap-and-trade, the sheer fear factor of fanatics getting nukes or the grim (and bear it) significance of Dick Cheney's tortuous all-aboard-the-waterboard media blitz, but they're a springtime tradition. Signe Wilkinson's alumni weren't sheep(skin)ish about assailing their econ icons with mortar(board) fire. Scott Stantis dusted off an alluring Hollywood classic. And Mike Keefe articulated a post-matriculation cost-obligation calculation.
September 7, 2008 |
John McMaverick spurned conventional wisdom, spurring cartoonists' conventional wit. His faith-based, drill-now hockey mom with the pro-life profile pumped up the faithful by drilling the fist-bumpers with stinging slap shots. The rifle-toting, polar-bear huntress polarized the convention center, overshadowing the standard-bearer and other big guns. Signe Wilkinson sympathized, Tom Toles just said no, and Jim Borgman considered the outreach a stretch. Borgman, incidentally, announced his retirement after 32 years at the Cincinnati Enquirer.