Ha! This, seriously, is one of the most pointless films ever to dive-bomb onto the big screen. So it stars Ben Affleck, but he sure ain�t good enough a reason for you to be drawn to a film because of him this time round. Here he is wasted as a young man who�s blinded as a kid by some damn fizzy chemicals (shame he didn�t read the �irritant to eyes� warning), and who subsequently sets out to avenge his daddy�s death with brutal cock-for-cock macho-ism. Unlike Spiderman and Superman, Daredevil takes his anger out on everyone who double crosses him and isn�t a very nice person at all. The OTT, so-called justice he doles out is unwarranted.
Still, snooping reporter Joe Pantaliano (one of the FBI-dudes on Harrison Ford�s tail in �The Fugitive�) is better value, while man-giant Michael Clarke Duncan (�The Green Mile� super softie) plays Kingpin - who is the bad Mr. Big who ultimately winds up with the wedgies, broken legs and a tear in his eye as Daredevil kicks his dumb ass.
But I hate action movies that build-up to such predictable �climaxes� with the good and bad guys doing battle as though the future of the NHS depends on the sissy injuries that they recklessly inflict on each other. In fact this movie should be called �Predictable� as a warning to the box office swarms who think they may be in for an original time watching it. Relying on clich� after staid clich�, this flick is daring in not one way.
Ooh - how exciting. Not. (STEVE RUDD)