Grade: C-
If Hellboy did everything right with lower than average expectations, then Hancock did everything wrong with higher than average expectations. Hancock had everything going for them -- a bankable actor, a talented supporting cast, and a well-respected and innovate director. And yet, nothing seemed to go right in this movie.
I should probably blame it on the writers, Vincent Ngo and Vince Gilligan, with resumes filled with television writing credentials. And it shows -- because in essence, Hancock's 90 minutes feels painfully long. The movie should've ended halfway through, and it would've made for a suitable pilot for NBC. And yet, I didn't enjoy either half -- one that we've seen already through the oversaturation of trailers leading up to the July 4th weekend. Meanwhile, the second half takes an...interesting plot twist that seemed more like a last ditch effort to shock viewers. But even the respected actors in this flick can't make sense of the plot.
Here's the quick rundown: Hancock is an asshole. Hancock is a superhero. Hancock gets PR help. Hancock gets love. And then...love triangles, Greek mythology, and horrible villains come to life. What? Exactly.
In any good movie, there has to be a struggle -- maybe against a shark, a terrorist, or oneself. And for a superhero movie, the only reason why we need a superhero is when we see the evil in a villain. But the struggle or the villain was a joke, one without direction or thought. And what's the end product? A film that doesn't know what it is or what it wants to be, so it takes the audience on a ride towards nowhere but the end credits.
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