Oh, no. By no means. It's one of those films that actually makes me angry. Absolutely NO chemistry between Elektra and Daredevil, which, excuse me, but isn't that sort of a problem?
Definitely agree. Curious, though -- offhand, what action movies
did have good onscreen chemistry between the romance people? The romance part seems to be a constant letdown, the part that the directors sort of put on the back-burner as something that's going to take care of itself while they're working on the big action scene.
My personal picks:
Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta-Jones in the recent
Zorro, which had decent swashbucklish fights and some moments of good chemistry (with the exception of the "cutting her clothes off" bit, which I thought was forced).
The leads in
Romancing the Stone, which, although not a blow-up-ten-national-monuments summer blockbuster by today's standards, did have a lot of action in it.
Those could be colored by nostalgia, though. Not much I've seen recently has done it for me. The first
Spider-man movie lost me with Mary-Jane, who seemed actively unpleasant in some of her scenes -- sometimes mercenary, sometimes just neurotic, and with clinginess at the end that had me cringing.
I'm not yet sold on Garner. I don't think she's MEAN enough to be Elektra.
Possibly agree, depending on what you mean. I think that Garner is a good enough actress to portray someone who is driven and ruthless, but I don't think her physical movement conveys that same confidence (yet -- hopefully a few more movies and seasons of
Alias will turn her into a decent action movie heroine). So she might have me believing in her right up until the action scene starts, and then she's throwing a punch that is hesitant or amateurish -- not girlish, necessarily, just "I've had several lessons, and I know that I'm supposed to do this with my shoulder" without the "I'm going to effing
mess someone up when I hit them" that really sells it onscreen.
And totally agreed on the fight scenes. Lame-o-rama.
That and the fact that the chemical spill must have slipped some admantium into Matt Murdock's knees, so that he can leap forty feet down and land on a concrete rooftop with his legs straight without either popping his kneecaps off or sinking ankle-deep into the rooftop like the Tick...
I am, however, reasonably convinced that it will be better than Catwoman.
No argument there, either.
