Daredevil: Critic Reviews

Daredevil, in this movie at least, is little more than a hollow clone of Batman and Spider-Man, with far less idiosyncrasy than either.

Second-rate and ordinary.

Unconvincing touches aside, it's exhilarating stuff showing the kind of darkness Tim Burton once shed on the Batman legend.

There'll be plenty of ragging to go around once audiences get a dose of the dullest live-action comic strip on record, one that lacks even an interesting villain.

Perfectly satisfactory without being deeply satisfying.

Daredevil doesn't take a single dare.

Too hollow and pedestrian to dramatize the conflict between its hero's vigilante streak and his moral straits imaginatively.

The numerous fight scenes have been filmed in Confuse-o-Rama, a headache-inducing technique that mixes a dozen too many cuts per minute, projectile P.O.V., and intermittent glimpses of the hero's sonar sensorium.

The best Marvel movie to date.

A dull waste of a compelling comic-book character.

A well-crafted introductory course.

The movie is actually pretty good.

Daredevil is slick, expensive and filled with good-looking actors flexing muscles, but once it grabs our attention it doesn't really reward it.

[A] dull actioner.

After sundry Batmans and last summer's Spider-Man, the comic-book formula of childhood loss, filial revenge, and freakish physical prowess doesn't seem all that fresh anymore.

Completely devoid of subtlety or sense, the film is a series of bad scenes connected by empty characters, most of whom seem like leftovers from scripts abandoned long ago.

A pretender in the realm of bona fide superheroes.

The flick misses the bull's-eye by such a length that nobody except hard-core fanboys and leather fetishists will be panting for the sequel promised at the end.

The action almost never stops, which is both Daredevil's biggest asset and its greatest shortcoming.

Even in February, it feels like the worst movie of the year.

Not woeful, not wonderful, merely watchable.

The maroon couch-suit is kind of cool and it's fun to watch him suck face with Jennifer Garner. But in the end, Ben Affleck can't make us forget that other red-costumed New York superhero.

Kind of lousy.

Sometimes, you can tell when parts of a movie have been left on the cutting room floor, and that's the case with Daredevil.

A collection of false starts interrupted by an awful lot of angst-ridden contemplation, the picture serves up soul-searching gush with scant pulse-pounding rush.