So I decided to go out and watch a movie. Not so much me as my roommate and I'm just a pathetic tool. Anyway, he wanted to see Hancock and I had no idea what it was, so I gladly said yes under the assumption that something naughty was going to happen in a movie theatre. Much to my dismay it was yet another movie featuring the egotistically bloated, actor Will Smith.
The movie is about a washed up, alcoholic and violent superhero named John Hancock. I very much like his character. Despite his demeanour and reputation he still manages to get off his lazy ass and save people from danger. His second favourite pastime is completely obliterating everything that gets in his way, which makes the people that he saves hate him. Then comes along... some washed out, PR moron, who winds up parked on train tracks. So Hancock saves the guy and he's beginning to start down the road to not being a giant asshole so much anymore.
The premise isn't so bad, but the implementation is where the movie really kicks you in the nuts. The movie starts off as a comedy about a drunkard and then suddenly turns into this drama about supreme beings. The movie throws out some random plot twists and half-assed explanations that really would have made more sense if it started raining penguins holding umbrellas.
I wouldn't have minded the movie if the action sequences were a little bit better. Too often was a shaky camera with blurry images preventing the audience from seeing what was actually happening. If I wanted to pay money to see something that I don't understand or can't see properly I would throw my computer monitor down a flight of stairs or rent a copy of Tron on Beta.
So, go watch the movie for the little jokes that happen at the beginning, but bring a porno magazine for the latter half because the major problem with paying money to see Hancock is that its similar to paying a prostitute to get you off, but she stops half-way and starts talking about her feelings with the lights off.