So maybe Matt Smith’s greatest achievement as longest running editor/ Tharg for 2000AD is neutralising the Pat Mills menace. Because whatever you think about Mills in the seventies and eighties and some of the nineties, he’s insufferable 90% of the time since then and this is Mills at his Millsiest. Millar and Ennis may suffer from an overt fondness for lazy nihilism and black humour, but somehow the fact they write like that because they just have, respectively, no moral compass and just aren’t very good as writers makes them somehow easier to cope with than Mills. Because Mills combines lazy nihilism (did he really ask Higgins repeatedly in the script to “knock the jaw off” because almost every ten pages there’s another jaw flying off to the extent that it’s genuinely hilarious when it keeps on happening) with some of the most heavy handed satire you have ever seen.
And I think Mills really believes this guff and that he’s thumbing his nose at the elite with silliness like the private school stuff (oh! Larks! That one schoolboy worrying modelled of Llewelyn Bowen is wearing a Clockwork Orange waistcoat, as if any school would allow that FFS) or Johnny Sahib (really? REALLY?) or that one picture of Ian Richardson on House of Cards that Higgins keeps copying for the government minister (to the extent that again, I like to think Higgins is just giving up and sending Mills lazy stuff because Mills is too blinkered to notice). It’s lazy and stupid and somehow manages to avoid any of the purpose Mills thinks he’s achieving: in angrily and messily screaming about the secret rulers of the world he’s not somehow chipping away at their hold but instead just like an angry wasp stuck in a car with them. It’s noisy and annoying and defeats the, at heart, well intentioned purpose of the whole thing
It doesn’t help that Mills is at the stage of writing where you can’t tell if he’s being funny or not. The interminable sheep stuff, an apparently non ironic character called the Ginger Ninja… all of it is so messy it doesn’t so much appear scattershot as like a minefield set up by an actual idiot. Higgins tries so hard, but you can see the effort and annoyance getting to him by the two thirds point which is more than most would have gotten to. I give it two stars mainly because it’s genuinely fascinating to see everything that has gone so wrong with Pat Mills as a writer in one place, and all the more so because the afterword contains him at his most passive aggressive. Towards the twilight of his time writing for the prog I was genuinely dreading the obligatory Pat Mills As Angry Paranoid Hippy In Pub nonsense he would steamroll over us with. I think hopefully now he’s fallen out with Smith, and with no sense Smith is going anywhere soon, we have a few more years of reprieve leaving us just to his Twitter and Facebook rants rather than inert, terrible iterations of his once beloved franchises