Marvel comics used to have a very fun little set of short stories, called “What if …?” where parallel universes were explored, what might have happened if certain circumstances were different, like “What if the Fantastic Four got different powers?” or “What if someone else besides Spider-Man had been bitten by the radioactive spider?” or “What if Dr. Doom had become a hero?”
Well here at the Nugent bullpen, today we’re going to examine:
“What if … the Marvel Universe had been cast during Golden Age Hollywood?”
I am a longtime fan of Marvel superheroes. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a Spidey fanatic, but I also have a soft spot for the likes of Daredevil, the Thing, Iron Fist and Black Bolt. But maybe as much as any of them, I adore no super-villain more than Doctor Doom. I’ve always had a thing about him. He’s arrogant, super-smart, proactive, surprisingly honorable and deliciously snide. One Hallow’een I dressed up as him, with a Doom mask and a green towel around my shoulders, and proceeded to order my minions (i.e. my poor friends dressed like werewolves, ghosts and vampires) to go get Postman Pat chews for the glory of Latveria. There’s something about him that just makes him incomparable. Why?