A while back, I covered Steam-Roller, the driver of the Mobile Command Center, and a gem of a figure that I hadn’t really appreciated before taking a look at him for the blog. I’d like to say the same applies to Armadillo, but for the most part, I still find him uninspiring. He has a few vestiges of personality as a figure, but it doesn’t quite come together for me.
Both plain and weird at the same time, Armadillo is the antithesis of his ride, the awesome Rolling Thunder. He holds a bit of interest, if you look closely at the sculpt. The shirt is nondescript, and he looks to have borrowed some arm wraps from Storm Shadow, but take a look at those pants and boots. I suppose I should have saved him for a nice pants feature, because I hadn’t noticed before how far-out they are. Some sort of odd half chaps/half riding leathers pants affair, they actually give the figure some much needed personality. Unfortunately, this is not too noticeable thanks to the single color. It’s another driver figure mold that could really benefit from an extra paint app or two. The motorcyclist look is continued with the high, buckled boots. Speaking of buckles, there’s a monster of one on his belt that would do Wild Bill proud. He’s so flashy from the waist down, it’s like he’s wearing half of someone else’s outfit.
Then there’s the head. Oh boy, the head. First off, could a human sized cranium fit into that helmet? He must have the smallest forehead known to man since neanderthals walked the earth. The helmet itself is what really kills the figure for me. It’s just kind of…there. I know that’s not very articulate, but it best sums up the headgear to me. At least he’s got some character in his face. He’s not a pretty boy, that’s for sure.
What an odd figure. So many different things are going on, it’s like trying to solve a puzzle. He frustrates and intrigues me at the same time. I’d love to get some insight into his design. Who are you really, Armadillo? Will I ever find out?
At first, I thought Armadillo was best forgotten, but now I’m not so sure. Not loved and not hated; he exists in a kind of GI Joe no-man’s-land. Not cool enough to be a Flint, and not goofy enough to be a Crystal Ball, he’s his own man in an action figure cast of hundreds. In that respect, I suppose he’s in a class all his own. Wait a minute, did I just talk myself into liking this figure?