Mark Millar

Mark Millar is president of Netflix’s Millarworld division and the author of the Kick-Ass and Kingsman comic books.

Labour has done more damage to our country than the Luftwaffe

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I still hang out with the same two lovable crackheads I sat beside on the first day of primary school. I keep all the stubs from every concert I’ve ever been to. I meet the same school dads in the same pub on the same night every single week and my point is that I’m a creature of habit. It takes a lot to change my mind, but enough is enough. I’m ending a lifetime of support for my beloved Labour party as 2025 draws to a disastrous close. This nightmarish, totalitarian rabble has done more damage to our country than Margaret Thatcher and the Luftwaffe put together.

Trumpvision: he’s making America watch again

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On the podcast this week:  In his cover piece for the magazine, The Spectator’s deputy editor Freddy Gray says that he was hardly surprised that Donald Trump chose not to participate in last night’s Republican candidates debate. He argues that Trump no longer needs the TV networks and joins the podcast alongside Douglas Murray, who profiles the no-hoper Republican candidates looking to pip Trump to the nomination in his column. (01:21) Also this week:  Mark Millar, the comic book writer and producer behind Hollywood hits such as Kingsman, Kick Ass and a host of Marvel films, writes The Spectator’s notebook.

How to shock a Satanist

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I wish I could be like actors and pretend to be bored by press junkets, but the truth is I love the attention. My job as a Hollywood writer and producer mainly involves sitting in front of a computer and shouting at my kids, so free drinks, launch parties and people telling you how great you are is the perfect antidote to a room filled with empty Monster Munch packets and that urine sample you were meant to hand in to the doctor. Writers are such terrible narcissists. We not only expect complete strangers to be fascinated by our every thought; we want them to pay for the privilege. You can imagine how much we relish poor journalists being forced to listen to us talk about ourselves for days on end.

Why I’m sending my new comic to Washington DC

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When I was eight years old I had the Stars and Stripes hanging up in my bedroom. This isn’t especially strange, of course, except that I wasn’t American and actually grew up 5,000 miles away in a small industrial town in Scotland. Having the flag of a foreign nation draped over your bed is slightly eccentric, like a kid in China having a life-size poster of Greek President Karolos Papoulias on the wall. But such was the power of the American brand that I had to be a part of it. America was where Superman and Batman lived, and as soon as I was old enough I planned to go and work there. Flash-forward three decades and I do.