Thursday, September 11, 2008

ROBIN BANKS: The Proposal (Finally)


Okay, after a good long while, I've finally knocked this thing out. This is the same kind of one-sheet we used to sell The Highwaymen and Genius (and a couple of other things I can't talk about yet), so it's worked for me in the past. So, let's see what happens, shall we?

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ROBIN BANKS AND THE LIBERATORS
A proposal for a six-issue mini-series
Written by Marc Bernardin

“They say that a person is trapped by their name. That what a man or a
woman is called has a quantifiable impact on the future he, or she, can make for himself. My name is Robin Banks. Guess what I do for a living?”

It's hard goddamn work being an independent woman in 1960s America. A mere 40 years after being granted the right to vote, many women are still seen as second-class citizens. A career that doesn't involve an apron is rare, and equal pay in the workplace is a mirage on the horizon. For all of its mod, retro-futuristic hipster-Vogue cool; for all of its free love, Civil Rights fervor; the '60s could feel like a prison for a forward-thinking female. A prison that Robin Banks wants to break out of.

Robinson Banks—named for her father's favorite literary character—is a safecracker. There's not a lock she can't get through; she's got the tools and the talent. But she's fed up working in a field dominated by men…men who, more often than not, spend more time looking at her ass than keeping an eye out for the cops. Her last straw: She's hired by a two-bit meathead for a safe job. She does her thing and gets into a super-tough old safe. Problem: The damned thing is empty. Turns out, they weren’t hired to break into the safe…they were hired to steal it. The contractor is a collector, and this safe is a lovingly restored safe once blown by Butch and Sundance. Can't put a scratch on it. Such is her life: surrounded by idiots who don't pay attention to what matters.


After some quick thinking—a little plastique and a laundry cart does the trick—she gets her payload out, safe and sound. But that's it. Robin tells Manson—the criminal-world version of an executive recruiter—that she's out. She's going out on her own: finding her own jobs and working them with her own crew. A crew made up entirely of women who all share her “slippery morals.” A driver. A pistolera. A demolitionist. And a heartbreaker—who breaks bones pretty good, too.


Of course, her success—she pulls off the Great Train Robbery (by stealing the train) and stealing the Monaco Grand Prix trophy (by winning the race)—doesn't go unpunished for long. Manson puts together a very special crew designed to put Robin and her Liberators out of business. Permanently.


ROBIN BANKS AND THE LIBERATORS is a high-fashion, high-tension, high-camp swinging-'60s book about very pretty girls doing very bad things.


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So, there it is. Let's see what happens next.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Where'd you get that awesome image?

Joe S. Walker said...

Dire.