Comic book adaptations don’t seem to effectively transpose superheroes from paper to screen; like her one-time romantic interest, Daredevil, Elektra (check out the Widescreen Edition) hits few of the high notes that made superheroes such a rich and widely followed comic tradition, that even Jennifer Gardner who creamed in Alias can’t put back the wind in Elektra’s stride.
Spotting fearsome daggers and an outfit that would put Catwoman to shame, Elektra is your bona-fide ass-kicking hit woman who can square punches with hair and makeup intact.
She’s been contracted for a new job, but Elektra doesn’t immediately accept because she needs to deal with some, er, issues. Elektra recalls the demons of her childhood – the murder of her parents – but the exploration is so thinly plotted it’s hardly relevant.
During her hiatus, she meets, gasp, unknowingly the people she’s supposed to kill next: a good-looking, widowed Dad (Goran Visnjic) with whom Elektra develops a love interest and his teenage daughter (Kirsten Prout). What happens when Elektra decides to defy her professional code and protect father and daughter instead? If that question intrigues you, go catch Elektra. The rest of us have better things to do.