Hancock

John Hancock is the superhero of your nightmare. He never does anything right, even when he's trying to. He creates more damage than he repairs. And that doesn't even get into his personal habits. I'm willing to bet he smells upon close encounter.

He's a mess. And so is this movie.

Hancock, the movie I mean, can't decide whether it's a drama or a comedy. Or somewhere in between. The first half of the movie acts like a comedy. We find Hancock on a park bench after consuming two bottles of whiskey. Some kid walks up to him, tugs at him, points to a T.V. screen at a nearly store to indicate Hancock should be somewhere else saving people, and then says to him, "Asshole." It's a funny bit.

Hancock follows the advice of Ray, a public relations executive who can't seem to get any other project off the ground, turns himself in to the authorities because of all the warrants that have been issued for him. It seems that all he wants is for people to appreciate him.

However, right there in the story, something surprising happens. I can't reveal what it is, but it changes everything. Unfortunately, the story that was Hancock's is no longer his because of this change. And the change doesn't lead us to enlightenment.

I can't recommend this film for any other reason to see it than a few funny bits. And you get to see Will Smith jump around all Superman-like. It's not nearly enough. The movie has no whole, no purpose.

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