Ultraviolet: Critic Reviews

Crank your brain to its lowest possible idle and you'll still overthink Ultraviolet.

Ultraviolet cleaves faithfully to its comic-book genealogy with a plot unobstructed by big words and images that rarely breach two dimensions. Ultrasilly.

Some spectacular action, though obviously digital: free of risk, free of drama.

Wimmer ain't no Cassavetes.

The most receptive audience will mainly be enlightened to know that you can make a movie as thoroughly unprofessional as this one and still get it released in 3,000 theaters.

Wimmer has created no logical framework for flashy, ultraviolent and frankly cheesy sequences.

Ultra-dumb.

Despite the expository speeches draped over this like birthday bunting, the story remains largely incomprehensible.

Pic is hermetically sealed in a synthetic wrapping that's so total -- Sony's top-flight high-def cameras, visibly low-budget CG work, exceptionally hackneyed and imitative action and dialogue --that it arrives a nearly lifeless film.

Ultrastupid, ultra-incoherent, ultrasilly -- and way, way ultraboring.

It's not bad enough to be funny, but it's not without its moments. Most of those come when Jovovich, not the best with a catch-phrase, answers some challenge with a put-down she should have practiced more in between personal trainer sessions.

Uwe Boll would be proud of this movie. It's pretentious and oh-so-serious. The tone of the movie is one of high art, but it stinks like a landfill.

The tale, beginning with narrated flashbacks that make it curiously seem like a sequel, essentially is an excuse for a seemingly endless series of ultraviolet, uh, ultraviolent, action scenes.

Ultraviolet wants desperately to be a provocative, high-concept action thriller. It is apparently trying to say something about fear and terrorism, paranoia and racism. But it looks more like a shampoo commercial.

Woefully nonsensical from start to finish...

Give us a superhero movie that has a female protagonist that's a real character with emotions, and personality, and not just some model performing stunts and running around in skimpy outfits.

Really, you can't blame Ms. Jovovich.

Undemanding, unengaging, and glaringly unoriginal, Ultraviolet gives real comic books a bad name.

The narrative is so jumbled that even the actors can't seem to keep track of what exactly is meant to be happening.

Lordy mama, the thing's just unspeakable.

Unengaging, uninspired and unwatchable. A criminal waste of time and talent.

Derivative, adolescent tosh.

Just when you thought Aeon Flux couldn't have been any more rubbish, along comes Ultraviolet to prove you wrong.

Director Kurt Wimmer claims to have written Ultraviolet specifically with lead actress Milla Jovovich in mind. No, I don't know what Jovovich did to deserve this either . . .