I've been reading Antony Johnston's comics on and off for a long time, since we vaguely knew each other through being on the same forum back in the early noughties, and they're a Hell of a mixed bag. Sometimes he'll come out with something powerful and unique, like the post-apocalyptic epic Wasteland; other times, the stories feel like they slot a little too neatly into their genres. This, alas, is one of the latter. Image already have a series, Velvet, which is essentially James Bond if Moneypenny turned out to have been the real badass all along. Similarly, this is the story told with the Russian femme fatale as the lead, and a Bond analogue to play the unreliable kiss kiss bang bang second fiddle. Although it could equally have been the beginning of a Black Widow run at Marvel, with a little tweaking. And it's fine, in a quipping action movie sort of way - certainly better than recent Bond films, since they lost the quips and gadgets - but it's not really anything new. I'm not convinced Shari Chankhamma is the best choice on art, either. Not that her work's bad, not remotely - it's somewhere between Chynna Clugston and Simon Gane, and that's a good place to be. But neither the cuteness of the former nor the scruffy realism of the latter seems a natural match for this sort of classic espionage story (compare and contrast the striking, minimal design work on the frontispiece, chapter breaks &c, which strike just the right note). Obviously, as with a lot of recent Image first volumes, there are hints that something stranger may be down the line a way - and I think I have a good idea of what. But taken in itself, this didn't quite do it for me.
(Netgalley ARC)