There’s a lot to like about these great new character posters from Fox’s upcoming Batman prequel TV series Gotham. The ridiculous new name of the girl who will grow up to be Poison Ivy, however, is not one of them.
DC isn’t my jam, but you know what is my jam? Lackadaisy. A pretty damn well known webcomic. What with the webcomics awards and the nomination for that Eisner and all.
You know who else is named Ivy Pepper? A major character in Lackadaisy.
And you know, names can be pretty common. Duplications happen! But if you were renaming a major character in a major franchise, wouldn’t you, I don’t know, GOOGLE the name to see if someone else had used it somewhere, to avoid confusion, lawsuits, or at least a crippling case of side-eye from the internet? And since a quick google of “ivy pepper” brings up a page-full of art, cosplay, character bios, and everything else, it’s not what I call obscure. It is, however, something I’d either call an embarrassing oversight, or (if I was little less generous with my benefit of the doubt) an outright ripoff.
tl;dr: GOTHAM, you didn’t need to rename Pamela Isley anyway, but you could at least have renamed her something original.
Well…that kind of makes me sad, however irrational that is. =/
Sometimes it’s hard not to feel overwhelmed, cowed and immobilized by all the media out there. So many things are shinier and bigger and louder than what you can do as an individual; there’s so much material, so much overlap of theme, time, place and story, it’s hard to conceive of how you could approach anything from a new or refreshing angle, or how you could say anything without unintentionally parroting everything around you. You grow secretly resentful toward things that seem to encroach…and secretly embarrassed at yourself for reacting that way. Meanwhile, someone somewhere is stealing your work outright, repurposing it and selling it while you gape uselessly, knowing you have little or no recourse (except perhaps to berate yourself for your naivete and to grow ever more resentful). And things come and go so fast, it’s like a stampede - if you stumble creatively, you fall into the dust cloud and get kicked to the wayside. Even if you were able to keep pace with demand, the labor would ultimately be lost and forgotten amid a morass of other similar things.
I guess, though, that’s why it’s best when your primary motivation is a smaller, quieter thing unto yourself - a source of personal gratification…and a place you can disappear into sometimes, where all the rest is just noise.
Ugh. Sorry for all the whiny angst lately. It’s difficult to rein it in some days when things like this crop up….and most especially when other things are holding me back from doing what I really want to do.