As for Garner, she remains a lovely screen presence, but it's impossible to buy her as an emotionless killing machine.

Elektra shoves Frank Miller's eponymous cold-blooded assassin into a PG-13-friendly adventure.

During a fight, a character declared "Enough! It ends now." And I thought It's about time! Now there's a sure sign of an action movie falling short of its potential.

There's a skeleton of a cool fantasy story here, but the clatter and clunk of its fleshless bones is dispiriting.

Absent an established fan base or cadre of recognizable villains, filmmakers are forced to shoehorn in superfluous back story and excessive inner turmoil.

Much like the onslaught of sword-and-sandal epics, the comic-book-adaptation boom has resulted in a decreased effectiveness of the subjects.

The curse of the new Bennifer has birthed a deformed fury that not even sexy red ninja lingerie could save

...it lacks the emotional punch. How can you mourn for someone when mourning becomes Elektra?

Garner looks great in the Elektra outfit, but that didn’t do much for the plotting and filmmaking, which is average to worse.

Elektra's muddled story and formal unsightliness aren’t filmmaking tragedies of Greek proportions, just Hollywood’s latest casualty of concept over character.