Hancock, John Hancock, is a superhero. Not the nerdy spiderman or superman, but a filthy drunk who scares children, women and dogs. He’s got an attitude and I like it.
Problem is when he saves a PR specialist, who in return decides to help him change his image in the public eyes.
This is where the movie goes downhill. From a movie that could have finally given us a fun superhero (and no, hellboy does not count) - it turns into a CHEEEEESY chic-flick. with happy endings, love, care and that annoying need for the egocentric superhero to do good. As Adam Sandler says in “little nicki” - Release the GOOD (before or after he covers Henry Winkler with bees…
A fun to view movie, a nice idea and a lousy script. who comes up with this crap anyway?
John Hancock is the one superhero we all like to see. A human (sort of) with ups and downs, with temper, ‘tude and that ability to blow up roads, highways and buildings without anything bad happening, except for 500 or more warrants for his arrest, ones that could not be enforced (no one messes with the Zohan, ehmm, Hancock)
So here’s a quick thanks to my buddy Frank who suggested that we watch a movie. You rock, man (not that he’ll ever see this short, confused post, but still…)
Night y’all. all y’all one and a half humans who read.
