Wow, this is one of the most tedious comics I’ve read in some time! It’s basically super-shite Bond. Female Bond-esque agent goes on a generic hit job somewhere out east – the Russians are the villains once again, unsurprisingly given how uncreative this book is – before heading back to Vauxhall Cross for a debrief. Cue endless interminable scenes of interdepartmental squabbling between bureaucrats from MI5 and MI6!
This stuffed suit doesn’t like this stuffed suit. They’re not sharing info! They’re going over my head to talk to my boss! Oh my god, who fucking cares?! This is why in Bond movies the focus is on Bond while he goes on his globetrotting, exciting adventures and not the dudes in the office back home filling out the paperwork!
Steve Rolston’s black and white interior art is nothing like Tim Sale’s covers (not a bad thing if you aren’t a fan of Sale’s art like me!) but Rolston’s art is too clean, bright and cartoony for such a dark and gritty story. It’s the kind of art I’d expect in a Paul Hornschemeier comic about some sad sack worker’s ordinary life, not some pseudo-action spy thriller!
I couldn’t have been more bored reading Queen and Country, Volume 1: Broken Ground. You know what new ground this comic broke? New levels of monotony!
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