TRULY GONE AND FORGOTTEN : JACK Q. FROST
This feels like an editorial cartoon. |
Countering his plans was the super-spy super-hero with a mouthful of a name, Jack “Quick” Frost, a human icicle with a long list of demerits to his name in the overall crime-fighting game.
Yeah, that miniature atomic propulsion unit is an ingenious means to get shoulder cancer. |
Suffering from amnesia, the frozen fella recalls his origins as the folks behind the exploding nuke chip him out of the tundra; he’d formerly been secret agent Jack Flynn, dumped by “rotten criminals” into the freezing ocean. Falling into that familiar old suspended animation, the nuke which wakes him grants Jack amazing powers of frost and cold – he can spit ice! His freeze-breath and low body temperature aren’t the greatest superpowers of all time, but they’re enough for him to be re-recruited by a government which had written him off, so as to tackle the menace of Lord Lazee.
While Jack can fire freeze rays out of his fingers, he’s also vulnerable to all sorts of heat and warmth – and cold, for that matter! Dry ice works “like super-heat on my frozen body,” he explains. Damned if you do.
Much like Aquaman must douse himself in water periodically, Jack must rechill his body lest he suffer “defrosting pangs.” His dual identity and permanent need for frosty temperatures also raises complications with his fiancĂ©e Wendy, and it’s too bad that this book comes from the chaste era of the Comics Code because I’m genuinely wondering how they overcome the problem of “ice dick.”
Jack never gets around to putting Lazee behind bars, and frankly doesn’t make much of a showing before his book is cancelled and he disappears completely. He at least has the time to fail to save the Washington Monument from destruction, allowing the structure to be completely destroyed by Lazee’s army. Maybe we shoulda called Pirana.
Perhaps it's the feeling of failure. |
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