HancockMikey 8 comments
I'll admit, I'm not a fan of Will Smith. It's nothing personal against the guy, it's just I think he doesn't have much in the way of range. There are 2 exceptions to this 'rule' though, and that is for his performances in Ali and 6 degrees of separation, both of which saw him actually be a character, not just be - you know - Will Smith.
During the first 45 minutes I thought this was one of the rare moments where Smith gets to act outside his comfort zone. I was just starting to enjoy how everything was unfolding (even if there was a lot of cliche bullshit) but then something awful happened that ruined any chance the film might have had - the second act came. It was at this point that I started to entertain the possibility this might be a co-directed film, and that Michael Bay was invited to direct the latter half with his own sh*tty film making 'style'.
I say this because up until the dodgy CGI, plot holes and necessary over-the-top action came along, Hancock looked like it was going to be an OK film. Not good, but OK.
Smith plays Hancock, a drunk, reluctant modern day super hero who isn't very popular with the public. Hancock has his heart in the right place, but his reckless approach always sees him destroying everything around him, costing millions to the public.
Enter Ray Embrey (Jason Bateman), a PR guy looking for a new job which just happens to be saved by Hancock at an unfortunate railroad crossing incident. Embrey shows his gratitude by offering to restore the troubled super hero's image. I can't tell you the rest as it would ruin what little there is left.
Hancock started with an interesting concept which really looked like it might evolve into something more and give Smith a chance to flex his acting muscles. But as mentioned the latter half of the movie goes "Bat sh*t 'Bay' haywire" TM, leaving the entire package nothing but an unmemorable foot note in Smith's career.
At the end of the day, Hancock could have easily been so much more. In the hands of the right script writer and director it might have flourished. Unless the box office receipts warrant a sequel, and let's face it, that's the only excuse Hollywood needs to make a sequel these days, we will never know.