The last Tintin adventure that Hergé saw through to completion, Tintin And The Picaros has divided opinion among fans and critics.
As the author of Tintin: Hergé And His Creation notes, somewhat disdainfully, Hergé appears to make some concessions to the times. Our plucky hero loses his plus-fours, does yoga, and has the CND anti-nuclear logo on his scooter crash-helmet! Prior to this Tintin and co. seemed to inhabit a permanent time warp located somewhere between the 1930s and the 1950s.
Well, I for one still enjoy this Tintin adventure, despite agreeing that these concessions to modernity weren’t needed. It’s also not the best most engaging Tintin story either, although it is, both visually and narratively undoubtedly a ‘mature’ work. But nonetheless, it has all the major qualities: a fun globetrotting adventure, with intrigue, treachery, nobility and comedy all mixed in.
Considering some of the political ups and downs Hergé lived through, his final comment seems apt: the book starts with one form of tyranny – the neo-fascist regime of General Tapioca – and ends with General Alcazar’s socialist regime. Both add up to the same thing: the slums policed by disinterested armed cronies of either regime.
By this time Hergé was fed up with Tintin and politics, but true pro that he was, he managed to turn in a decent solidly enjoyable final instalment in the long-running saga.
When Tintin, Cuthbert and Haddock (and Snowy, of course), en-route to an astronautical conference in Australia, bump into Skut (of the Red Sea Sharks fame) in Jakarta airport, they end up joining the party of Laszlo Carreidas, the “millionaire who never laughs”, a great if rather unattractive character (apparently Hergé based his character on Marcel Dassault, a real French aviation tycoon), they find themselves embroiled in another of their exotic adventures. Cuthbert’s antics at the airport are priceless, rather quickly causing Carreidas’ soubriquet to seem somewhat unwarranted.
Set mostly on a small volcanic Australasian island, with underground remnants of a strangely South American sort, this is one of the most beautifully realised Tintin adventures. Plot-wise it’s jammed full of incident, comedy, and good characterisation. Oh, and it gets pretty nutso too, but I won’t spoil it for you. Rastapopolous and Allan re-appear, there are new characters worth encountering, like Dr Krollspell and Rastapopolous’ other henchmen, as well as the mysterious Mik Kanrokitoff. But it’s the visual aspect of the book that is the best single feature… it’s a real beauty!
After this there was a hiatus, then Tintin and the Picaros, and that was it (I don’t count Alph-Art, as it wasn’t finished). It shows that, overall, Hergé and his team continually got better over time. A classic!
This is, pun fully intended, an absolute gem of a story.
Opting to keep Tintin, Haddock and co. at home in Marlinspike Hall, rather than send them on their usual globe-trotting adventures to far-flung and exotic lands, Hergé delivers a masterpiece of storytelling and artwork.
As a kid I didn’t really like the Castafiore character, and as a consequence this was one of only two or three Tintin adventures missing from my childhood collection.
I ended up giving away all my Tintin books to the children of a friend. Something I kind of wish I hadn’t done now! Having collected them all again, the Castafiore Emerald is now certainly amongst my favourite. You could make the case for it being more of a Haddock than a Tintin adventure, and in some ways this reflects Hergé’s possible identification with his irascible creation: numerous of the later Tintin adventures (The Calculus Affair and Tintin in Tibet both immediately spring to mind) find Haddock swearing his days of roving adventure are done.
In the CE Hergé makes good on this idea, resulting in a story that’s almost like a stage play, confined mostly to the insides of Marlinspike, as opposed to most Tintin adventures, which are more like big budget globetrotting movies in conception. This allows Hergé to maximise the character, dialogue and plot elements, all of which, like his superlative art (although he was by this stage, it has to he said, supported by a talented team at his studio) are at their peak.
I won’t go into the plot and risk spoiling it for those unfamiliar with it, suffice it to say that it’s superb, and amongst the best and most sophisticated of Hergé’s works, making it one of the Tintin adventures best suited to adult enjoyment.
Starting with a chance encounter with an old acquaintance, General Alcazar, Tintin returns to the Middle-Eastern theatre of action of Land Of Black Gold …
Tintin encounters an old adversary, Müller (first encountered in The Black island), who is involved in nefarious paramilitary oil-related activities. Müller eventually kidnaps the wonderfully appalling oily little tyke Abdullah, hugely irritating much loved son of Ben Kalish Ezab, in an attempt to fuel conflict between Ezab and Sheikh Bab El Ehr. Abdullah, rather like Jolyon Wagg, or Castafiore (who has a small cameo in the adventure), is one of Hergé’s great irritating characters, and gives him the chance for some excellent character development (not only in terms of Abdullah himself, but also in the way adults react to him), alongside some good old-fashioned simple slapstick.
So, Tintin must rescue Abdullah – not at all easy when one takes Abdullah’s mischievous temperament into account – and get to the bottom of the exploding fuel mystery, meeting new characters (Skut), old friends (General Alcazar and Senhor Oliveira da Figueira), and old adversaries (as well as Müller there’s Dawson, of Blue Lotus fame, now dealing arms, plus Rastapopoulos and Allan, now working as a team, destined to reappear in Flight 714), preventing WWIII, foiling a slave trading ring, and reuniting Abdullah with his grateful ‘papa’. All in a days work for our plucky ‘boy reporter’ hero!
Thompson and Thomson provide alot of fun in this book, sticking out like sore thumbs on board the Speedol Star, getting lost and suffering from an inability to discern between reality and mirages in the desert, and annoying everyonme from pump attendents to worshippers at a mosque along the way. This is also the adventure in which they pick up the strange hair and skin condition that recurs during Explorers On The Moon.
At this point in his career Hergé and his team are really flying, and this is an excellent adventure, jam-packed with character, wit, slapstick, action, intrigue and all-round fun. It’s superbly written, and beautifully drawn. An absolute pleasure from start to finish.
Having left Tintin and his fellow crew-members blacked-out aboard the moon rocket, Explorers On The Moon picks up where the final cliff-hanging page of Destination Moon left off.
Without giving anything away, suffice it to say that Hergé’s lunar exploration adventure doesn’t disappoint. With the hindsight we now have, parts appear by turn cutely fantastical or strikingly ‘prophetic’, given that Hergé was dreaming this all up on terra firma, prior to the actual moon-landings.
As usual there’s action, adventure, excitement and comedy. As well as the expected buffoonery of, for example, Capt. Haddock, there’s also villainy, heroism and tragedy, making this particular episode one of the darker Tintin stories, but all served up with that endearing boy-scout old-school adventurousness that makes all of these stories such enduring classics.
Part one of Hergé’s double-bill lunar oddysey – both parts written before mankind actually journeyed to the moon – this is classic stuff.
As a scientist of international renown Professor Calculus gets involved in plans to put man on the moon, launched neither from Russia nor America, but the east-central European creation of Syldavia (also featured in King Ottokar’s Sceptre). Intrigues are as usual afoot, and Tintin’s pals are there to bring comic relief to our hero’s earnest adventuring.
The Sprodj atomic research complex is a largely underground affair, hemmed in by mountains, rather like a Bond villain’s lair, which is fabulous. There’s a wonderfully fraught rapport between the practically deaf Calculus and the irascible Haddock, culminating in some fantastically funny scenes.
As well-researched as ever (meaning that you learn as you are entertained), beautifully and meticulously drawn, it’s a satisfying masterpiece, both of children’s storytelling and ‘bands designées’, and sets one up for eager anticipation of Explorers On The Moon.
This is one of several Tintin adventures which gives Thomson and Thompson more prominent roles. Opening with an episode that culminates in their car blowing up, the stage is set for an adventure that will take Tintin to the Middle-East.
Tintin soon encounters an old adversary, Müller, first encountered in The Black island, who is involved in nefarious paramilitary oil-related activities. Müller eventually kidnaps the wonderfully appalling oily little tyke Abdullah, hugely irritating much loved son of Ben Kalish Ezab, in an attempt to fuel conflict between Ezab and Sheikh Bab El Ehr. Abdullah, rather like Jolyon Wagg, or Castafiore (who has a small cameo in the adventure), is one of Hergé’s great irritating characters, and gives him the chance for some excellent character development, not only in terms of Abdullah himself, but also in the way adults react to him, alongside some good old-fashioned simple slapstick.
So, Tintin must rescue Abdullah – not at all easy when one takes Abdullah’s mischievous temperament into account – and get to the bottom of the exploding fuel mystery to prevent WWIII, and reunite Abdullah with his doting ‘papa’. All in a days work for our plucky ‘boy reporter’ hero! Rather unusually for a later period Tintin adventure, Captain haddock is virtually absent. When he does, rather fortuitously, show up, towards the end of the story, Hergé turns his ever-delayed explanation of his sudden and unexpected re-appearance into an enjoyable running-gag.
Thompson and Thomson, on the other hand, take up the role of being Tintin’s foil, and provide a lot of fun. From sticking out like sore thumbs on board the Speedol Star, to getting lost and suffering from an inability to discern between reality and mirages in the desert, they annoy everyone from pump attendents to worshippers at a mosque along the way. This is also the adventure in which they pick up the strange hair and skin condition that recurs during Explorers On The Moon.
At this point in his career Hergé and his team are really flying, and this is an excellent adventure, jam-packed with character, wit, slapstick, action, intrigue and all-round fun. It’s superbly written, and beautifully drawn. An absolute pleasure from start to finish.
This was amongst my favourites as a kid, and remains a favourite even now, all these years later.
The combination of flawless and fantastically evocative art with a really good story, it’s a winner. Not only is the drawing amongst Hergé’s very best, but also the colouring is fabulous; the palettes used are phenomenal: the campfire meal in the evening above the snowline, the muted tones of the ice-cave, or during the snowstorm.
Haddock’s on top curmudgeonly form, at his peak as the irascible sidekick, grouchy yet dependable. Tharkey’s a strong character as well, and by this stage Herge’s nuanced and sympathetic depictions of various ethnic types have come a long, long way from his In The Congo days.
The narrative threads of Tintin’s attachment to Chang and the role of the yeti, whilst non-naturalistic are great storytelling ploys, rich in emotional power. Having learned as an adult of how Herge’s real-life ‘Chang’ relationship didn’t measure up to this dreamlike idealisation. Well, like the book itself, whilst undoubtedly sentimental, there’s something very poignant about it all.
I like all the Tintin stories a lot, but there are a few I really love, and this is one of them, and possibly my very favourite. It’s beautiful in so many enchanting ways.
From the peak period of Hergé’s latter career, The Calculus Affair is definitely amongst my personal favourites.
Ever since he first appeared on page five of Red Rackham’s Treasure, professor Cuthbert Calculus bumbled right into this Tintin reader’s heart. Unlike some Tintin characters (Haddock being a notable example) who take a tale or two to ‘settle in’, Cuthbert arrives fully formed, combining elements Hergé had previously dabbled with in other characters, notably the scientists and academics like Professor Alembick in King Ottokar’s Sceptre, or several of the characters in Tintin and the Shooting Star.
Cuthbert’s place in Hergé’s own heart is clearly evidenced by his central roles in all three of his ‘double-bill’ adventures: having introduced him in the sequel to The Secret Of The Unicorn (the aforementioned Red Rackham’s Treasure), he is a key character in both the strangely occult-themed south-American adventures of The Seven Crystal Balls & Prisoners Of The Sun, and the absolutely brilliant and more scientifically-themed Destination Moon & Explorers On The Moon, in which he really comes into his own as a fully-fledged central character.
Having already been abducted once before, in the South American double-bill, Calculus is again ‘disappeared’, in the magnificent Calculus Affair, this time not for ‘meddling’ in the traditions of a primitive superstitious culture through his archaeological and anthropological work, but because he discovers a technology with a military application.
Hergé gets to return his characters to a former theatre of operations, that of King Ottokar’s Sceptre, only this time it’s Borduria instead of Syldavia, and he’s freer, post WWII, to make the ‘Taschist’ regime a blatant critique of dictatorship, combining elements of both left and right-wing forms of absolutism (as exemplified by the Nazi style arm bands worn by ‘Taschists’, and the sinister Eastern block vibes of Col. Sponsz’s secret police, the ZEP, dressed in Green like Soviet troops, whose very name as well behaviour suggests the KGB).
Almost every frame can be admired as a work of great art, making this a sublime visual feast, and the story flows beautifully, disguising well it’s episodic structure. By this stage even the incidental characters are well fleshed out, meaning cameos such as that of Italian motoring-enthusiast Arturo de Milano are thoroughly engaging.
Over the years Hergé experimented with occasional full page artworks or frames, or sometimes, as in this instance, and very successfully, with ‘oversize’ frames. In The Calculus Affair, already one of his best drawn Tintin adventures, there are two such frames, both of which are delightfully detailed, full of wit, character and invention, capable of sustaining long attention and admiration.
Full of incident, action, humour and humanity, this is – for my money – one of the very best of a series which is itself of an unusually high and overall consistent standard.
Hugely fascinating, from the days when even commercial channels might occasionally make a great documentary series.
First reviewed for Amazon UK, 2013.
Bamber’s sledgehammer, made for Granada, is modelled on such BBC classics as Civilisation, from the globe-trotting location filming and portentous music, right down to the 13 episode format. I have to say that the scope and scale of this series was what I’d hoped for from Diarmaid MacCulloch’s A History Of Christianity, but that (unlike his enormous book) was way too short.
This opulent and detailed extravaganza finds Bamber Gascoigne in full ’70s fig, in flares, sporting jackets with improbably wide collars, regaling us with his distinctive and almost sardonic delivery. It’s not quite as well done as Civilisation, and if you’ve seen K Clark’s fabulous series you’ll note that BG visits many of the places Clark had shown us almost a decade earlier, but it is nonetheless very good. Made for a commercial channel, each episode is slightly shorter than a BBC equivalent, in order to accommodate the ads. The DVDs preserve the 1/2 episode break titles, and even the end of episode ‘next week we’ll be…’ notices.
As BG points out in his intro, this is the story of The Christians, i.e. the people who have called themselves Christian throughout history, and therefore most definitely not an examination of theology as such. And as Bamber himself observes, what a diverse bunch they’ve proven to be! As a group they’ve evolved from the obscurity of an outsider cult, a ‘peculiar people’ suspected of cannibalism, to the official religion of the Roman Empire, and beyond.
Beside the monumental Constantine fragments, in restrained yet flamboyant ’70s duds.
As presented here these great ‘saltation’ moments – Constantine’s adoption of Christianity, and the massive expansion of Catholicism into the New World, especially via Spain in South America – all of which are admirably covered within this four disc set, appear (and quite rightly so) more as contingent and political, i.e. what the venerable Edward Gibbon would term historical – rather than spiritual. Once more this echoes Clark’s manner of dealing with the church in Civilisation, as ‘Ekklesia’, i.e. as a cultural and political force, as opposed to engaging with ideas of theology, or any other aspect of the spiritual or supernatural.
The lifestyles of the Christians have included everything from the ascetic poverty of St Francis to the wealth and debauchery of the Popes. Their sites, rites and beliefs have sometimes been flexible, sometimes rigid, at one moment absorbing ancient pagan tribal customs, or co-opting their sites and symbols, at another evolving bizarrely complex and convoluted syntheses of classical thought and medieval theology; sometimes peacefully coexisting with other cultures and beliefs, at others committing atrocities to those with different beliefs (or even to their own kind, often over what might well appear to us seemingly obscure and arcane details of theology). All of this is addressed in numerous ways over the various episodes.
The proliferation of and diversity amongst Christians is something of a key note theme. As well as considering many vanished types, such as the pole-dwelling mystics known as Stylites, Bamber and his team show us all kinds of contemporary Christians. Some, like the island-dwelling Coptic monks in Ethiopia, lead lives that have barely changed in two millennia, whilst others – including Catholic and Protestant sects of bewildering diversity – enjoy varying degrees of familiarity and modernity. This proliferation, multiplication and diversification is certainly fascinating, as well as being pretty mind boggling!
Having observed in the final episode how resilient Christianity has proven to be, even in Communist Russia, Bamber sums up thus in his closing statement: ‘The variety of Christians in the world today are like a record of the complex evolution of their faith.’ Well, yes, Amen to that!
As several other reviewers elsewhere point out – I love the comment one particular reviewer (at Amazon UK) made, about it looking like the series was ‘filmed though a sock’! – the film quality has, in places, deteriorated markedly. This is obviously a shame, especially as this is a great series, and really merits a decent digital restoration. But even as it is (or at least as my edition is) it’s well worth seeing.
