Resurrection of the character of that name, not from Greek tragedy, but from the superhero fantasy of a couple of years previous, Daredevil. Resurrection, literally. Just because she got herself killed off, back then, doesn't mean the spinoff has been relegated to a prequel: "Somebody must have brought her back from the dead." She is still, of course, Jennifer Garner (sans Ben), built like a railroad spike and just as cuddly, with her chest thrust out in the manner of a teenager impatient with her growth. That last characteristic is significant, inasmuch as the film emerges, from the depths of its muddy color and shadowy cinematography, as an empowerment trip for early adolescent girls, similar to 13 Going on 30 featuring the same leading lady. This one brings together a thirteen-year-old and a thirty-year-old on the same screen at the same time, when the heroine, the world's highest-paid assassin, opts to cancel her "contract" on a handsome widower and a motherless daughter who reminds her of herself in her younger days, and opts instead to take up their defense. Besides insecure young girls, it might appeal to indefatigable fantasists of both sexes who believe there can be no such thing as too many Marvel Comics movies. Everyone else is apt to see this as precisely such a thing. With Kirsten Prout, Goran Visnjic, Terence Stamp; directed by Rob Bowman. (2005) — Duncan Shepherd
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