James Bond and Warren Ellis: a match made in heaven. Techno-fetishism, brand snobbery, sardonic humour, a delight in brutality, even the slight weakness when it comes to three-dimensional villains which doesn't matter so much when they're not supposed to be. The pre-credits duel with shovels and off-message Brixton subplot made me worry this would be too close to the dreary recent films and their 'realism' (more correctly 'too many viewings of Batman Begins'); not so. Yes, the UK's modern intelligence infrastructure is acknowledged, but only as a framework against which the blunt instrument Bond bridles. The 00 section are not for spying; that was always implicit, but here it's said out loud. They're who you send when you want a mad scientist and his cyborg henchmen dealt with quickly, coldly, and terminally.
I'm not entirely sure about the art. The design, the storytelling, the close-ups and action sequences, are all done very well. But the people look a little flat; it may be a hazard of the medium, but Bond himself is definitely too close to Archer at times. This feels especially unfortunate when you get to the end of the story, and a gallery of suitably mythic-looking variant covers act like teasing reminders of what you could have had. Still, a lot better than that mopey dullard in the recent films, eh? This isn't quite Connery, let alone Dalton, but it's very much how I picture the Clive Owen Bond films from another, better 21st century.
(Netgalley ARC, and one which I snapped up with indecent haste)