"Charles Bukowski said the problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence. No man better proves that point than the one I'm about to introduce you to. He's a relic of a bygone era, the living embodiment of the suffocated spirit of sex, drugs and rock and roll. That's him right over there, the one and only Ernie Ray Clementine. Ernie's a profane, illiterate, drug-addicted ne'er-do-well with a fifth-grade education. And the only thing standing between us and total armageddon."
Well, my first thought is that if the best Bukowski could do was paraphrase Yeats less resonantly, no wonder I never got into him. Beyond that, though..."The fate of the world rests in the hands of the worst person on it" was the elevator pitch, as well as a line Ernie's reluctant partner delivers. Except this isn't quite that. Yes, on one level it's dealing with all the ways in which sixties super-spies now read as problematic by turning it up to 11, making the lead an utterly appalling unreconstructed boomer hedonist, stripped of even the sharp tailoring which helps Bond get away with it. But for starters, there's the usual get-out where, if you want an anti-hero or villain as the lead, you can carry it off pretty easily by sending him up against antagonists who are even worse – here, Hydra knock-offs Scorpionus, now updated from old-school Nazis to alt-righters, whose evil plot is...well, I hope it's supposed to be really easy to guess the reveal, because if it's meant to be surprising, it wasn't. But even beyond that, Ernie will have occasional moments of entirely uncharacteristic and implausible non-awfulness. I don't mean saying that he hates bullies, while not realising how he might himself be one; that works just fine, and is the in for the (ridiculous, but let it ride) restriction on his newfound abilities. I mean bits like seeing a copy of Detective #27 in the villain's lair and saying that Batman "should change his name to the White Privilege" – which is a commonplace of online discourse, but absolutely not a line that works coming from an ageing sleazeball. And there are other little glitches, like when Scorpionus' leader calls the left 'neoliberal'. Could be a deliberate mistake, but the rest of the comic isn't precisely calibrated enough to trust in that. Which is a shame, because at its best there's some gold here. Like Ernie's deeply resistible chat-up line "Play your cards right, you could meet dangerous sausage and the jazz apples. You've had bigger, but I push mine in real far." Or even, gods help me, the quiet defence of that least fashionable of notions, centrism, right down to the superspy agency being called the Central Authority, but given its funniest expression in the Scorpionus' leader's speech: "We will not comply! Make no mistake, our enemy's outrage is wrong – our outrage about their outrage is right!" I don't entirely get the point of the gimmick where there's a different artist for each issue, but they all do solid comedy-action work, and for all its frustrations, I'd definitely put this further towards the hit than miss end of Remender's chaotically inconsistent bibliography.
(Edelweiss ARC)