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Wondercon 2005 Harvey Pekar slumped with his head in his hands seated next to Bruce Timm in the same booth for which what reason the juxtoposition could not be more incongruous? Multiple sighs heard from his direction bemoaning his fate completely reinforcing the archetype set forth in the motion picture of which he is the subject, the congested stream of admirers showering doting patronage upon Bruce Timm all the more a contrast to the trickle of well-wishers to interact with Mr. Pekar. Held in the thrall by double-headers Joss Whedon and Kevin Smith, the latter's foul-mouthed but easy-going repartee impresses and delights all. We missed Joss Whedon's capacity overfill performance. The phalanx of minor celebutantes in attendance: -Christian Bale's ludicrously grim demeanor entranced the target audience of 13-15 year-old boys who mutter blinding approval of his Stanislavskian ethos as the latest Batman. -Elisha Cuthbert exuded palpable discomfort weathering the gaze of a slightly older demographic. -Julian McMahon's disarming mock-viciousness a campy antidote to Mr. Bale's "heavy damage" -Chewbacca fighting palsy and legions of ingrates who would have clearly rather watched a trailer. -Ben Daisuke a.k.a the original Kikaida and a fixture of Japanese avant garde theater entertains a rapt audience of 15. Margot Kidder fares little better.