Dos de los mejores creadores del Noveno Arte unen fuerzas en un relato que se sumerge en la mente de Elektra, la más mortífera asesina del Universo Marvel, cuya vida está llena de amor, muerte y pasión. Un cómic experimental y de acción sin límites.
Frank Miller is an American writer, artist and film director best known for his film noir-style comic book stories. He is one of the most widely-recognized and popular creators in comics, and is one of the most influential comics creators of his generation. His most notable works include Sin City, The Dark Knight Returns, Batman Year One and 300.
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I get what Miller was trying to do. It's a glimpse into the crazy assassin's head... Enter If You DAAAAARE!
What. Ever. If your main character isn't going to have even ONE lucid thought, then you need to create some sort of reliable narrator to help the reader wade through her delusional thought process. Someone who knows fact from fantasy. Instead, we are given a skeevy S.H.I.E.L.D agent whose mind is under Elektra's control. And I'm still not sure how the fuck she managed to do that?! But I decided to roll with the psychic ninja shit, because I know very little about Elektra. Which is why I was reading this in the first place...for all the good it did me.
The first few chapters are nothing more than psychotic ramblings from inside Elektra's mind. *I see men with lights... The lion is old and sick... I drive away in a truck, my hands coated in blood... The cat rides with me... I laugh... The fuck?! Except I guess she's not really there in the jungle anymore. She's locked up in some facility. Sort of. 'Cause she gets locked up more than once. But you're not sure where the hell she is, or even when the hell she is most of the time. She's so whacked out of her mind that nothing makes any sense.
Ok. Fine. At least we can figure out what's going on from Garrett (aka the grody agent), right? Yeah. No. He's just as freakin' crazy as she is! Most of the time he makes even less sense than Elektra does. *Crazy bitch...too many muscles.. Gonna kill her.. Oooh, baby... I need her... Oh, baby, no... Oh, baby, yes... He's a fucktard with bad hair. Really bad hair. Swear to God, it takes on a life of it's own by the end of the book. *shudder*
And the villain? The Beast! Wanna know how he gets people to jump on his antichrist bandwagon? Wait for it...wait for it... He makes them drink sour milk. That's right. Milk. Also, Elektra and Garrett can tell when he possesses someone. Because they have mad psychic ninja skills? Not hardly. Evidently, the devil smells like rotten mayo. And thou shalt know the Beast by his scent! And the Beast shall smell like rancid Hellman's!
If you loved this. Bully for you! For me it was like trying to watch Pink Floyd's The Wall...sober. And, yeah. I did that shit on a dare when I was younger. Guess what? Unless you're baked, it's just a really stupid-looking cartoon. And this is the literary equivalent of that.
*Those are not quotes, just examples. I'm not opening that book up again. Ever.
I bought my copy as a birthday gift ,to myself, on my twentieth birthday. It was Friday February 3, 1988. It cost me $12.95 (USD) which was a real chunk of change for a college sophomore back then. But I had to buy it. I had discovered Frank Miller the year before with his fantastic series Batman: The Dark Knight Returns as well as his 1983 series Ronin and I was in awe of the man. Basically I was a nerd.
It took me two readings to figure out what was going on. It's a surrealistic, action-filled, violent, satirical, suspenseful, phantasmagoric, science-fiction, martial arts tale with Nick Fury/S.H.I.E.L.D., Ronald Nixon and J.F.K. thrown in for good measure. Did you get all that? No?
Well then you're going to have to go and buy a copy for yourself. Oh and contrary to what some might tell you it helps to be stone cold sober when reading it.
Bill Sienkiewicz's mind-blowing artwork needs to be appreciated by one when clear headed. Otherwise it's just the stuff of dreams and drug addled imaginings. Actually it sort of is anyway, but if you're sober you'll be able to follow Frank Miller's story which helps put everything in it's place.
By now it should be obvious that this is a graphic novel that I have fond memories of. I bought it in college, when all seemed right with the world. I had a full head of hair, I was thin, I didn't appreciate money ( meaning I spent it freely and with no guilt. Very fun.) and approximately three weeks after buying my copy I met my future wife (we're still together thirty-two years later (Updated 2020)). So it's associated with an eventful time in my life. That gives this graphic novel some real muscle. Nostalgia is a potent ingrediant.
However it does have some problems. Like many stories of this type it tries to be all things to all people. This tends to make the story a bit of a helter-skelter roller coaster ride. It's fun, but after awhile you're ready for things to level out - if only for awhile. The artwork is fascinating, but it can detract. Sometimes you find yourself wishing for something a little more mainstream.
Nevertheless this is both a fun and thought provoking read. Though somewhat dated in 2011 (a large part of the plot revolves around the Cold War and the nuclear arsenals of the two super powers) it's still a great story. In my opinion one of Mr. Miller's best works.
The art in this book is absolutely brilliant kudos for Bill Sienkiewicz. Frank Millers tale is absolutely bewildering I have absolutely no bleeding clue what or where this story went. One reviewer called it butjuice which was kinda hilarious I would call it an absolute amazing 8 comic run with a tale that is beautifull visually but makes very little sense story wise. Perhaps one should read it more often to which I say no way Jose the are many more books to read. Frank Miller disappointed me with this one. The points are for the art mostly.
Was thrilled to see this on the shelf at my library, since I've been wanting to read it for a while. Mostly enjoyed it, although there were some unpalatable aspects. A good dose of sex and violence cocktail. I am not a big fan of that combo. You may say a duh to that, since Elektra is a sexy assassin. I think it's all in the execution.
Elektra was depicted as a whole lot of crazy in this book. It occurs after her death and is about her resurrection by the Hand. She becomes a killer designated in service of the Hand, indirectly the Beast (yeah that one). However, she slowly becomes aware of a conspiracy of the Beast to end the world through the use of political puppets and dedicates her exceedingly expert kills in the art of death-bringing to eliminate all involved. She leaves quite a body trail behind her.
The artwork is innovative and very stylish, with a use of multiple media to convey the visual message of and along with the narrative in this book. Elektra doesn't speak much. She retains this mystique that adds to her allure. Most of her narrative was thought processes conveyed on the page. Honestly, I found her psychopathic in some ways. I wasn't quite sure if what she was experiencing wasn't a psychopathic break, and didn't get clarity until the end.
I wasn't quite in love with the storyline. It was way more political than I would have liked. I think I would have preferred a more intimate storyline. I certainly didn't like some of the venues and the secondary players in this novel. Wasn't that in love with Garrett's character or his ex-partner who turns out to be all kinds of icktastic.
Would you like this one? It depends. If you like Sin City (by the same writer), then probably. If you find some aspects of Sin City repellent, you might be like me, where I do like some aspects and others not so much. Yes, you know you're in for violence and lots of it with Elektra. I think I was hoping for something a little different in the execution. However, I can't give it less than four stars, because it's quite a work of art overall, the parts that were a turnoff, not withstanding.
At the end of the day, I am still a big fan of Elektra. A guilty pleasure of mine (since at heart I am not a fan of unnecessary or gratuitous violence). Yes on one level, I know that's probably wrong of me, but she's a bad@$$ female Ninja assassin who knows her way around a katana and sais (any edged weapon although her whole body is lethal), and can wreak all kinds of havoc in unimaginable ways. And I have to love her for that!
Re-reading this after many years, it's interesting to notice how influential this bizarre story became, with its overlapping narrators, nearly abstract art, and hardcore language. Miller's political assassination plotline has become somewhat dated, but the borderline insanity of nearly every character keeps it an entertaining read. Miller is probably the best writer for Elektra, a character that has been diminished substantially over the years. Here she is an inscrutable force, though not entirely humorless, controlling a bumbling SHIELD agent with her mind for most of the story. The art is even more insane than the plot, in a good way. Well worth revisiting, this story reflects a peak for Miller, whose writing has since become cliched and tiresome.
Far and away the best comic book I've ever read, this limited series pulls off a series of incredibly neat tricks in a package that's smart and deep without having any of the usual foibles of self-importance and grimness that so many serious comic books fall into. In part, this is accomplished through a slow burn of a tonal change, to the point where the tone at the end is 180 degrees from the tone at the beginning - from a dark, sad story filled with real human brokenness to a joyful and anarchic romp. The way that it all comes together still feels sort of impossible to me now; I grinned like an idiot the first time I ever finished it. But none of it would land with nearly as much force without Bill Sicnkiewicz's hypnotic, pulsating art, every frame of which contains complexities that you can dive into. All of Frank Miller's strengths are present with none of his usual bizarre hangups and obsessions. A true triumph and something any reader should consider picking up.
Miller's penchant for bad political satire is given full reign here. Miller's run on Daredevil was and is a classic. Which, along with Dark Knight Return's success, is the only thing that explains the latitude given to him here.
For a great story well told, see those earlier stories.
The thing that elevates this book to likeable and worth a read is the incomparable artistry of Bill Sienkiewicz. This is an artist at the top of his game and in the process of transforming the visual language of how superhero comics are told. The art itself, but the use of panels and layouts, too.
So, let your eye glide past most of the story and dialogue. It has something to do with black ops, assassinations, and SHIELD. Focus instead on that artwork. Glorious!
When I read these old Frank Miller books, it saddens me to think they were the face of 'modern comics' at the time. They're not bad, certainly, but if Miller's work was as far as comics were to advance in the 80s, there would have never been the creative renaissance there was in the medium. Like Dark Knight Returns, Year One, and most of Miller's other work of the time, Elektra: Assassin is basically just a more adult (i.e., gorier and nuder) superhero comic. It would never have changed the face of comics, or their acceptance to a broader audience, but surely would make grown people feel perhaps a little less ridiculous for reading the adventures of a female super-ninja and her mind-controlled cyborg federal agent pawn. There's pretty much only one reason I ever owned this book to begin with: Bill Sienkiewicz. His art at this time was at its peak, and this book is a beautiful testament to his talent. Unfortunately, like Miller (in comparison to someone like Grant Morrison or Alan Moore), he never developed much past doing nice superbooks (in comparison to, say, stylistically similar Dave McKean). Of course, his rumoured personal behaviour probably didn't help his professional career, either. Whatever the case, books like this and Stray Toasters are prime examples of Sienkiewicz doing his finest, even if they are topically bereft. I can't say how this book reads from a superfan perspective, but as an adult reader of comics it comes across as...pretty silly. Pretty, but silly.
I'm placing this ahead of the two masterworks- "Watchmen" and ""The Dark Knight Returns"; as my favourite comic book story. It has a very risky first part, going inside the damaged mind of an already deranged character. It has incredible mood swings between black humour, espionage and the greatest action sequences. It's an unholy union of Miller's direction of swords, guns, ninja assassins and high tech; and Sienkiewicz's unbounded penmanship and imagination. Both writer and artist can represent horror, action and humour in their work and sometimes what you see in the words and what is depicted hum and clash against each other. Almost a battle of wills. It's very edgy, very dirty. 90% of the risks pay off. The assassination of the American ambassador, the Potomac underwater sequence, and the struggle for the mind of the intern, Sandy are stand-out, brilliant moments. The panels where the Beast clutches at Garrett's heart and finds only a lump of plastic, and the funny look put on the face of evil incarnate; sublime.
This is the definitive Elektra story folks. I don't think anyone else has done her similar justice. You learn a lot of things about our favorite ninja assassiness that you may have previously not known, at least in terms of the sheer amount of things she can do besides be a good ninja. I think the only thing I would've liked better about this book is that it had less to do with SHIELD and the douche agent Garrett and more to do with Elektra but I suppose the SHIELD/Garrett aspect was necessary just to exemplify how powerful Elektra's misdirection and psychic abilities are. Sinkiewicz's art is great, this is my first exposue to him, and I have to say I'm a fan. I'm hoping I can get a hand on his Black Widow works now. I hope they give Elektra another solo run at sometime in the future and that whoever is writing does her a good turn. I have no hope for Way's Thunderbolts but I may read one issue just to see how he uses her.
One of the worst comic books I've read this year, and it's only the 6th of February! One star for the art, which is a bit inconsistent (magnificent in some parts, uglier than a donkey's ass in others), but for the rest it's a total and utter clusterfuck of a Book. The plot doesn't make any sense AT ALL, Elektra is Barely a Character and it's so ridden of ripetitive, boring written flashbacks that you HAVE TO SKIP ENTIRELY unless you want to die by sleep. I'll happily give an advice, don't read more than the first two chapters because it's just a waste of time. Oh and the introduction to the fourth chapter, I really dig that quip (spoiler) to the belief that being an elected official means you can do anything you want, something a lot of people unfortunately still thinks it's true. Other than that, it's a no-go. Avoid. Frank Miller = Most overrated comic book writer OF THE FRIGGIN' CENTURY!
It seems that my memory of this book was better than I find it now. When I first read it, it changed my perception of what could be done with comics, in particular the stunning artwork. I still like it, but now I see the flaws a little more, for example Miller's disjointed writing style, with lots of fragments of thoughts scattered together, which can be effective for conveying disjointed states of mind, but becomes annoying when used excessively. I also didn't remember that the Beast controlled people by making them drink its milk, which just seems more dumb the more I think about it. For a while I thought maybe the milk was actually a metaphor for something else, but no, apparently not. On the plus side, the story has a surrealist quality to it, and of course Sienkiewicz's artwork is wildly creative and beautiful.
2024 re-read edit: fuck it, I fold and bump this sucker up from four stars to the five stars it deserves. 4.8/5
This is one of the weirdest books I've ever read. The artwork and the writing practically define the term 'experimental.' Its surreal artwork both attracts and revolts--half the time you can't quite process what you're seeing at first glance because it's so freaking weird and dream-like. Every panel has the potential to be nightmare fuel, and rightfully so, since we're diving straight into Elektra's head.
We've also got some weird plot going with a demonic presence trying to obliterate all life on the planet, and genetically enhanced assassins, and S.H.I.E.L.D., and a rogue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who's both obsessed with and controlled by her (yeah, she apparently has mind control powers now, or something). Whether this whole thing is one big delusion or not doesn't really matter, because either way, we're coming along for the ride.
The story is peppered with satirical politics and some funny (unintentional or otherwise) lines from the politicians themselves (my favourite being the recurring line: "I'm the President! I've got the box!"). It's violent and unsettling, but in a really strange way, it's a masterpiece that deserves to be read. Even the most childish artwork has a disturbing feel to it, and the ending, which I won't spoil, is priceless.
2024: after my third or fourth reread, I've picked up on a lot of stuff I somehow missed the first few times. Everything comes together so nicely, and since I've become much more accustomed to the artwork, I could actually understand what was going on with greater clarity. This book is among those that made comics into a fine art. Is it trashy and puerile and offensive and graphically violent and disturbing? Oh, yes. But it's damn smart, and cleverly written by Miller who was at the top of his game. Miller and Sienkiewicz were truly firing on all cylinders here, and in spite of my initial four-star review, this was the one I kept coming back to. The book that I couldn't stop thinking about. Is this my favourite graphic novel in Miller's catalogue? I'm not too sure. That's a very difficult decision to make when you have Dark Knight Returns, Daredevil: Born Again, Batman: Year One, Hard Boiled, and Sin City to compare it to. But it's definitely in the top three of my personal list, switching places with the other two depending on my mood and preferences at any given time.
This is the first story I read about Elektra, and I confess that I wasn't expecting so much. After all, how awesome can superhero comics be? THIS AWESOME.
Frank Miller simply had me bowing my head this time. This book is a lisergic, psychologically confusing, violent story about a ninja ( needless to say, awesome). But it's not only that. The art is beautiful. The atmosphere is suffocating. All the dialogues are so well written in their confusion and desperation, that I just couldn't write a review with its true meaning. I just loved it so much that I'm blind to write about it critically.
Please, read it!! The building of the characters relationships is awesome. Even the tertiary characters. All of them. Awesome. Okay, I have only one critical comment: Perry should be a little more of a villain. He is superficial and I wanted to know him more. Maybe there is something about him in other Elektra stories.
I may be exagerating a bit and raising too much of an expectation, but it's that good. It is. That good. To me, at the very least.
Oh, and the ending...
Thank you, Frank Miller. Thank you, Bill Sienkiewicz. I am now an Elektra fan.
Gorgeous art and solid ideas and plotting seriously marred by way too many words that repeat themselves a lot. What I'm saying is that Miller likes to say the same thing to emphasize what he's saying, and by doing so says the same thing many times. Sometimes this is effective but mainly he just ends up running a lot of words around in circles saying the same thing, that he has said. Often this can turn into words choking the page, words that have already been used to say things that have already been said on the same page. In addition to all this repetition, Miller tries to create a druggy hallucinatory atmosphere that makes it seriously difficult to tell what's happening, which, with all the same words being used repetitively, makes this not always a fun read. Last two issues are dope tho
I tend to be very careful with experimenting artists - when I bought Metal Gear Solid comic I found it story-wise interesting but art was .... weird is too kind word, totally disorientating.
Here Sienkiewizcs does the same, art is sometimes very interesting but sometimes pretty psychedelic - but nevertheless it follows the story - which is pretty interesting and pretty good. And to be honest this surprised me a lot, I was not expecting this.
So, if you are in for some Ninjas, mysticism, magic, spies and all of that presented in the flavor of legendary 80's give this one a try. It is truly a gem.
Man, what a weird, wild, f*cked up book this is. I enjoyed it.
One thing that you really should know though is that this to Elektra stories what Mad Max movies are to Fury Road: Elektra is in this, and certainly she's in it in the first issue (which is mostly her sad, horrible, intriguing and eerie childhood and early years as a Ninja) and the last issue (when she is in full-assassination-mission mode). But this is really not quite her story exactly; this is by and large about the Agent Garrett, who becomes a pivotal character because he is a) mostly blown up and put back together with basically his head and sort of his torso the only parts that are him and not machine arms, legs, heart, and lungs and spine and so on, and b) Elektra gets inside his head, literally.
As far as how Miller tells this story, this is kind of complex. I say 'kind of' since its complexity lays in how it's told, not necessarily the parts of the story once you take a step back and see what's going on. Ultimately this is all about "The Beast" this mad agent of darkness and of some supernatural-other-worldly-can't-explain-it dimension who takes over people (namely politicians like the Ambassador/Prime Minister/Whoever) in a South American country (who Elektra first goes after) and then transferred over to the running-for-president Mr. Wind "Wind not like the watch, but wind like the air" is his strange but effectively terrifying slogan. Oh, and it comes with the smell of sour milk and mayonnaise.
When I say how it's told I mean that Miller and his illustrator Sienkiewicz are into a LOT of exposition told from the point of view of SHIELD - largely told to Nick Fury and others as to who Elektra was (maybe) or Garrett (possibly) and other things - and you have to pay close attention. It's a mind-fuck of a comic book, certainly meant for adults, and might be closest to Miller doing something like Grant Morrison would do years later in The Invisibles: going down a rabbit hole of what can be done to completely twist the concept of the Unstoppable Super-Killing-Machine, but mostly through what happens when it's done psychologically, what happens when someone's consciousness is deliberately fucked with. Of course Miller is more hardcore in his action set pieces than Morrison could ever be (the number of limbs lost, bodies exploded, decapitations, etc etc is just staggering).
And overall the writing represents Miller being experimental but also going further (in a good way) with ideas of what it means to be a killer or a degenerate or what EVIL looks like. Of course with the politicians - the to-be president Wind (who always is pictured with the same photo like Kennedy done by South Park) or the other president (like a deformed muppet version of Nixon) - the satire is coarse and crude and the message there is just 'fuck off ALL politicians, not simply liberals.'
If it was missing something it was, again, the fact that Elektra really isn't in as much of the series as you'd think - certainly considering she's in the TITLE of the series - so any sense of going 'deep' into her psychologically gets sort of lost after the first or second issue. And it's actually more interesting in its look at this degenerate special agent Garrett and how he comes to terms (or doesn't) with this super-mind-fucking-ass-slaughtering assassin in her head. It's a book worth checking out, and just shy of being among Miller's very best (at times it is, like the final issue).
This is not an easy read. The first issue is a mess of gorgeous imagery, vague narration, confusing storytelling.
The former continues throughout all 8 chapters of Elektra: Assassin. Seriously, it's some of the most bold, beautiful, bat-shit crazy visuals I have ever seen in a comic, let alone a Marvel book.
The latter two do improve in the subsequent issues although there were still occasions when I didn't know what the fuck was going on on the page in front of me. Sometimes it was a few pages later when it would click.
Normally that would be a real problem for me, but this was such an EXPERIENCE that I almost don't care. I kind of enjoyed the puzzle aspect of it. Figuring out what was happening. I had to really look and concentrate. Because of this, it is not a quick read. Not for me anyway.
Once I finished an issue (which are 38 pages. Longer than your standard 80's Marvel comic) I actually had to put it down. I don't think I read more than a single issue a day. I needed time to digest what I'd just experienced ("read" doesn't do it justice. The visuals are equally, if not more, important. It's an experience).
Barring the odd guest appearance from more recent stuff, I've not actually read anything with Elektra in. I've seen her in the Netflix Daredevil show, andI have Miller's Daredevil omnibus to get to, but seeing as this supposedly takes place before that I didn't see a problem with reading this first.
She is not what I expected. I didn't know she had psychic powers. You don't actually get to know here that well in this. Although her name is in the title, it feels more like it's Agent Garrett's story. Elektra is more a force of nature that everyone else is reacting to.
I can understand now, what Miller meant when commenting on Elektra in the Neflix Daredevil show. He said that the show could never bring his vision of Elektra to life. His vision of Elektra is fucking nuts, so he's bang right there.
Back to Sienkiewicz; the art is trippy as hell and certain elements are exaggerated to extremes.
Garrett's shoulders and hair.
Wind's face, which is always the same copy and pasted smiling head.
The SHIELD copters.
And NOW I realise that the bit in Ellis's NextWave with Dirk Anger sitting on a big gun that's aimed back at himself, is actually a pastiche from this!
For real, there is a bit where Nick Fury is sitting on a massive handgun! Well... "hand"gun.
The whole thing is an incredible, glorious, bonkers mess. It was great
A primeira impressão é a de encantamento com a arte. Realmente, tudo muito lindo e diferente. Parece uma aquarela.
Já a história é bem confusa. Começa com ela resgatando a própria memória, sendo que muitas dessas memórias foram inseridas ali para confundi-la, o que acaba confundindo o pobre coitado do leitor também. Considerando que é uma HQ da Elektra, ela aparece pouco e não possui voz. Tudo é meio telepático, tipo “vamos entrar na mente da Elektra”, o que não ajuda em nada, porque ela parece mais perdida que a gente.
Daí que ela é uma ninja e tem poderes psíquicos. Consegue controlar a mente de um agente da S.H.I.E.L.D, o Garret, que fica louco por ela e me deu um pouco de vergonha alheia as frases que ele solta. Mas a verdade é que não entendi o motivo de ser ele o “escolhido” e não outro agente qualquer.
Tem um lance de manter o cérebro desses agentes funcionando em corpos biônicos depois que o corpo deles é estropiado em alguma missão. Bizarro.
Paralelo a isso, rola uma sátira a guerra fria, com presidentes louquinhos em apertar botões para o lançamento de armas nucleares.
Cheguei ao fim desse quadrinho e a primeira coisa que pensei foi: complexo.
Aqui temos o Miller fazendo algo autoral, dentro do seu escopo de dominio: tem política, ação, ninja, teoria da conspiração, humanos tecnológicos e psique de personagem.
De começo, achei a história um pouco confusa. Os desenhos causaram um pouco de estranheza de início, mas deu para acostumar e ver a narrativa fluindo com ele. No entanto, o que causou dificuldade foram os textos densos do Miller que em algumas situações eram truncados, e por conta da narrativa estar na mente da personagem, ficava um pouco complexo o entendimento.
Em relação a história em si, ela é bem boa. Temos a história de origem da Elektra, que não foi apresentada na HQ do Demolidor em que ela foi criada, e seu desenvolvimento passando desde seu nascimento, faculdade, relacionamento com Matt, sua morte, ressurreição, e finalmente, o ponto em que a história do encadernado começa: uma missão de assassinato.
A narrativa tem como principal foco apresentar uma caçada da Elektra atrás do Demonio do Tentáculo, após ela perceber que ele está possuindo um cândido a presidência dos Estados Unidos.
This is a wild read. I went it with only a half-remembered recommendation from about a decade ago, but I knew Miller and I was vaguely aware of Electra from Daredevil comics and media, but this is Miller very much in his Dark Knight Returns/DKR2 mode using the superhero genre for bonkers satire that doesn’t always work but knows how to pull you along, especially with Bill Sienkiewicz’s stunning artwork.
Un'opera decisamente di non facile lettura. Il fatto è che sia Miller che Sienkiewitz volevano sperimentare, e hanno sperimentato, a volte forse troppo. Certe tavole sono davvero spettacolari, ma la storia è tremendamente complicata a leggersi, anche per via dei frequenti cambiamenti di punti di vista. Nel complesso comunque un fumetto che andava letto.
Storia molto bella e contorta, una storia dove la confusione fa da padrone, una storia da leggere con molta attenzione. I disegni del Maestro Bill Sienkiewicz fanno da padrone alla storia, con disegni molto diretti e che creano quella giusta carica alla scena che stiamo vedendo. Molto molto consigliato ai fan di Elektra
I really liked the ending on this one. It was sometimes hard to follow and you had to go back and re read the panel to really get it but the overall story was imaginative and a mind possessing ass kicking good time. ;). Lady L
I'm just one of the few people in the world who isn't a big Frank Miller fan. I love Elektra, and it's a cool-ass story, but I don't like the Miller style to it. On the Miller side, I would rate it lower, but being an Elektra tale, I give it a higher rating.
Cierto es que no es un cómic para todo el mundo. La sobrecarga en el guión es abrumadora pero es que el dibujo..... madre mía... es una auténtica obra de arte..!!!! Lo que es capaz de hacer sienkiewicz con los lápices es espectacular... solo por eso, la obra merece tantos elogios.